A quote about determination I remember from wrestling:
The point is no to go until you can go no further. The point is to keep going while you can go no further.
This has been true so often for me. I also realize that my physical ability usually outstrips my mental fortitude.
Over the last few years, there are ways that I’ve allowed mental lassitude to become a norm for me. Usually, by not exerting myself enough physically or testing myself and my actual limitations.
From today, I’m reinstating my habit of saying that “I’m choosing X over my health, or want (some short-term happiness) more than (some long term gain).
Last time I did this, I lost 30 lbs of fat and got back in shape. Looking forward to seeing what it does this time.
Where are the areas in your life that need shoring up? The areas of slack that you’ve allowed to come into your life? The areas where you’ve forgotten to do your maintenance?
What would your life be like if you chose them instead of the easy things? What if you made what you say you want a priority in what you do?
What would you do next?
I’m taking the months of December and January to visit my hometown of Stillwater, MN.
Some of you know that I’ve been on the road as a traveling dance instructor for the last several years. While traveling as a dance instructor, I get to take a look at the people around me and see into their lives; see what makes them tick (a bit) and see patterns arise between the way they approach dance and the way they approach the rest of their existence.
That’s the word right? Posh.
Anyway, for some reason I’m being rewarded for procrastination. Or maybe for remaining flexible.
Yes, saying I’m remaining flexible feels better than admitting it was mostly procrastination.
The last day or so has been a pretty nice one. I woke up, packed my things and went to the Minnesota State Fair.
For the uninitiated, the Minnesota state fair is an experience. It DOMINATES discussion of plans during the end of the summer and remains one of the only acceptable reasons to get out of going to some unpleasant function.
e.g. – Why didn’t you go to Grandma’s funeral?
I couldn’t go, that’s the day had I go to the Fair.
This would OF COURSE offend people, because… what kind of idiot only goes to the fair one time during the year?
I left Copenhagen station last night on the night train to Amsterdam. If you’ve never taken a night train you have two main options. I sitting car or a sleeper car (couchette), Don’t even get me started on the commuter car option (basically it’s not one, you don’t want it). For the first few stops, I had the room to myself and thought I was a pretty lucky guy. Somewhere in rural Denmark, I was joined by a young almost-college aged kid who was going to his first trip to Amsterdam. His english was just good enough for me to realize that he wasn’t there to see the canals. He was an amiable guy and after awhile I went to the shower room to charge my devices.
When you take the German trains on an overnight trip, sometimes you have modern trains and sometimes you don’t. If you’re lucky enough to be on an old-style train, don’t be surprised if the conductors are a bit grumpy when you ask where you can find an outlet. They’re just as tired of people asking as people are of asking the question.