The Un-Holy Grail of Kicking Ass Part 1
If you take nothing else from this post, this entire blog or from me, I urge you to take this one piece of advice and don’t ever forget it.Get out a pen and paper. Bonus points if it’s lined paper. Ready?
A circumstance is a condition, and sometimes when you’re suddenly hit with an unfortunate set of your very own, they can quickly morph from being what would normally be a temporary setback into something closely resembling a big, gloomy, threatening cumulonimbus cloud. Two points for me for actually using the word “cumulonimbus” outside of third grade science class. And that’s okay. But what’s imperative to keep in mind in the meantime is this: That cloud is not permanent, and neither are your circumstances. Circumstances do not banish you behind bars. They do not render you helpless. And they do not determine the outcome of your life.
With the exception of natural forces & death, circumstances are largely moldable at your will, and you have the ability to alter them at your disposal. The whole “I got a raw deal” excuse is no longer valid. Pack that one up, put it in a nice little box–preferably with polka dots and a pretty bow–and then throw that junk right out the window, never to be seen again. Throw it at your weird, obnoxious neighbor if you want. Smash it over his head and put him in a choke hold until he says uncle. Just do what it takes to rid yourself of that nasty little box–that nasty little mantra–that, when used to justify misery, does nothing but strip you of any feeling of control that you have over your life. That’s simply not true.
The reason why I’m telling you all of this is because having this understanding has been the single-handed most important key to my own happiness. Last night, I had a mental breakdown. Because what I want to do in life isn't an option for me right now. Why? Cause I don't have the money to follow my dreams right now. But this isn’t about pity parties–that’s not what this is about. What this is about is showing you that the cards you’ve been dealt do not matter. They are irrelevant. What does matter, rather, are the choices you make, and how much guts you’ve got. Plain and simple.
Life circumstances are not life sentences.
A circumstance is a condition, and sometimes when you’re suddenly hit with an unfortunate set of your very own, they can quickly morph from being what would normally be a temporary setback into something closely resembling a big, gloomy, threatening cumulonimbus cloud. Two points for me for actually using the word “cumulonimbus” outside of third grade science class. And that’s okay. But what’s imperative to keep in mind in the meantime is this: That cloud is not permanent, and neither are your circumstances. Circumstances do not banish you behind bars. They do not render you helpless. And they do not determine the outcome of your life.
You determine the outcome of your life.
With the exception of natural forces & death, circumstances are largely moldable at your will, and you have the ability to alter them at your disposal. The whole “I got a raw deal” excuse is no longer valid. Pack that one up, put it in a nice little box–preferably with polka dots and a pretty bow–and then throw that junk right out the window, never to be seen again. Throw it at your weird, obnoxious neighbor if you want. Smash it over his head and put him in a choke hold until he says uncle. Just do what it takes to rid yourself of that nasty little box–that nasty little mantra–that, when used to justify misery, does nothing but strip you of any feeling of control that you have over your life. That’s simply not true.
You may have been dealt a crappy hand of cards, but that doesn’t mean you can’t bluff your way right into a royal flush.
The reason why I’m telling you all of this is because having this understanding has been the single-handed most important key to my own happiness. Last night, I had a mental breakdown. Because what I want to do in life isn't an option for me right now. Why? Cause I don't have the money to follow my dreams right now. But this isn’t about pity parties–that’s not what this is about. What this is about is showing you that the cards you’ve been dealt do not matter. They are irrelevant. What does matter, rather, are the choices you make, and how much guts you’ve got. Plain and simple.
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