“It ain’t about how hard you hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done.”
The above quote comes from one of my ALL time favorite movie characters, Rocky Balboa. For 30 something years I have watched and re-watched each movie in the series. I care absolutely nothing about boxing, however, it is the message that has made me an obsessed fan all these years: Continue reading →
I am selfish, moody, standoffish, and I don’t like to sacrifice or give a lot myself.
See.. I told you I am just not very loveable.
Don’t get me wrong, I have lots of friends, but even my friends will tell you that they sometimes would love to rip my head off. It is not my most endearing quality, but it is me nonetheless. Continue reading →
Some may say I overreact. Some may say I am dramatic. Some may say I am a Drama Queen. And….they would be correct. I’m not sure where it stems from. Growing up, I was raised in a very un-dramatic household. My mother or grandmother never flew off the handle and were both cool, calm and collected under pressure, but me…..everything was, and still is, a Crisis .
A crisis is defined in Webster’s as a Difficult or dangerous situation that needs serious attention.
It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you don’t stop. — Confucius
I like to win.
There… I said it.
I love beating people. I just can’t help it. The competitive nature in me just won’t ever die. Even everyday task, like checking out at the grocery store can be a fierce competitive battle for me. If I see you heading for the same checkout line as I am aiming for, you better believe I am going to turn on the turbo boosters on my shopping buggy.
“The beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars.” – Johnny Cash
If you tell yourself something for long enough, eventually you are going to start to believe it. Whether good or bad…. over time you will start to develop an idea of yourself and it can be difficult to overcome, especially if the belief is negative.
Never in my 41 years have I thought of myself as a beast. In fact looking at the word makes me laugh. When I look at myself I don’t see beast. I actually see…well…. this…..
I tend to think of myself as frail and weak rather then a beast.