S2 E38: walls

There are a few processes where I like to use “walls” as the barriers at metered intervals. “Gates” are a little too soft, after all you just kinda *open* a gate and walk on through. No these processes I’m referring to had barriers you gotta punch through. Stages you have to breakdown. It’s aggressive, meaty, visceral. The processes? 
Inebriation and motivation.

You know the first wall when you’re drinking right? It’s the two beer sweet spot where you could fall asleep standing. If you don’t forcibly have your third or fourth drink, you ain’t making it past eight buddy. Breakthrough that wall and your in drunk town for a while…but here comes the next wall: memory. Stop at 7 and you’ll have a good night but an extra shot is breaking on through to brown and black outs. Of course the last wall is throwing up so have fun. Aaaaaaaaaanyways, let’s talk the walls of motivation.

For me, the first wall of a new project or endeavor is when the excitement of the change loses its novelty. That’s when a lot of people quit. “Fuck, this is actually hard to sustain. How long before you see results? Damn” that’s basically where I’m at and how last week was.

So not that anything in particular was bad. I did the PMP class and apply for jobs, crush a job interview and hit all four workouts. Even attended like 6 or 7 BJJ classes and had a movie date night with the wife. That was super fun, we went with the 92 Dracula and holy shit does Winona Ryder look like Kiera knightly! Those things are good and it’s important to celebrate success no matter how small.

But it’s just like…it takes patience to lift way lighter than you used to be capable of and should be capable of…you know? It takes patience to sit on the bench in the gym knowing you just want to get back out on the mats and get my ass kicked again. Doing the right thing that’s beneficial to your life and you ought to do it is not often the easiest. If it was I’d have nothing to write about.

Yo hug your friends. Especially your homies that you know are going through things. Far too often people suffer in silence and you never knew they needed a helping hand, so if you can tell someone is going through it fucking JUMP ON THAT SHIT. You could save a life. Weird to think about but yeah, some targeted softness could be the difference between two different global populations. And i don’t want to get political. I just think in general: no citizen in this country should have to fear for their lives in order to dissent.


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