I am a human vacuum cleaner. The last two, alright more like four weeks, I have been devouring everything in my path. I’m just going to say I was on drugs, that’s right drugs, the dopamine made me do it.
I write this as I try to negotiate a hospital band from my wrist, which is quite fitting as health is one of the main themes of the last 7 days in my life as are men, figuratively speaking.
Shit happens. Whether menial or momentous, as human beings the one thing we share in common is that we have had to overcome an obstacle in our lives. Perception, how we as individuals view the situation, it’s severity, and our sense of reasoning on how to deal with it, will shape the outcome. Perception and …
I found this amusing, and it’s not my only motivation to get fit. Haha.
My father has been a huge influence in my life and with my mother by his side together they raised my brother, sister and I to follow our dreams, stand up for what we believe in, work hard and above all be good, decent people.
The last few months have been a whirlwind of ups and downs. I’ve learnt alot about myself, my values, what I’m capable of and how much I can push myself before I crash and burn.
There are goals, to-do lists, new years resolutions and countless other ‘action lists’ we make with every intention to complete. Most kick off with gusto and a firm resolve to be conquered, yet for many, myself included, my hopes and dreams lay scattered and forgotten amongst piles of books, mere ideas penned on paper without significance.