A couple of weeks ago, I went to an EDM concert. Crazy lightshows, pyrotechnics, massive bass, crazy beats. Awesome.
But because I wasn’t high out of my mind on drugs, I took a second to take a look at the people around me.
and in my head, I’m thinking Oh, look at these teenagers/college kids. Making out like nothing else matters. Pfffft. I’m too old for that shit.
Since when did I become too old for that shit. Since when did my brain decide on that?
brain, you be trippin’
Every couple of months, I have these power urges to make my life better. And after a couple of weeks, it usually stops because, one thing leads to another, and I start slipping, and then I give up.
The problem is about mindset. Like, when I promise myself that I’ll go to the gym every day of the week, and then I skip a day, I feel like I’ve failed. But that’s actually not how I should be thinking about it. It’s a setback. A little bump on the road. A misstep, which can be easily fixed.
I’m back on that road. And I’m gonna kick ass.