Sadness Is A Feeling, Attitude Is A…

Sadness Is A Feeling But Attitude Is A Choice

Look, I get it. You had high expectations. Maybe even not quite that high, so when you didn’t meet ’em you were devastated. You’re sad… and that’s alright. You’re allowed to feel sad. You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. You’re also allowed to throw tantrums or walk around aimlessly like some kinda zombie. The thing is, that won’t help you. Not one bit. Instead, dust yourself off. Reflect on your errors and resolve not to repeat them. Set new goals and prepare yourself as best as possible to meet them.

You can be sad, just don’t let it weigh down your attitude. Let it fuel it instead.

Good Pain

From the balls of my feet to the nape of my neck is a low-burning sensation. With each motion (more likely attempted motion) the flames are stoked and burn brightly. My limbs have been rendered near useless. I feel as if my bones have transformed into jelly – my muscle fibres into marshmallow. Sitting up my lower back screams at me, crying tears of sweat for the slowest motion. As I lie down again my calves beg for relief. Just one session of parkour, “just a taster” they said and I feel I’ve had my fill for seven generations. And yet I absolutely loved it. I’m no masochist but I’ve never felt better. Each step takes more effort than the last. At times I feel as though I’m one hundred years older; putting on clothes or getting out of bed feel like impossible tasks. But each time I manage to do something, even the really simple things, the euphoria kicks in. I have gained a greater appreciation for every part of my body – because at long last I now feel every part of that body. Oh it’s pain alright… but it’s so damn good… it’s good pain.

Perhaps I should have listened to myself and one funny brunette I know. Maybe I should frequent the best place for my body, the secret the world would love to hear about; in her own words: “Gym!” 

Or maybe I’ll go back to the parkour session next week. Maybe I’ll shake off the cobwebs in my underused muscles and awaken them with a sweet, sweet dose of good old pain.