What makes you happy while you’re doing it? Or, more importantly, what gives you a sense of purpose?
Today, my goals have changed, and instead of trying to lose weight, I’m actually consciously working to gain weight and gain lean muscle mass. With this I’ve done a lot of research, and recently, I made a discovery about myself that came as quite the surprise.
Remember, without failure, not only have we not learned a valuable lesson, but when success is achieved, it doesn’t taste quite so sweet.
I often feel unsatisfied with my current pay (who isn’t?!), or the house we live in, or a multitude of other trivial things, and I forget to appreciate what’s in front of me, how fortunate I actually am, and appreciating life happening every day.
I was quite nervous at first, but hanging out with Nate seemed strangely like hanging out with a friend that I’d known for some time, and his easy-going nature put me at ease.
As a friend of mine put it (not in these exact words, but a similar sentiment), my writer’s voice sounded more developed and honest than it ever has in my writings before.
I must have passed at least 7 or 8 waterfalls as I made my way up, some bigger than others. I had to stop about every 30 yards to take pictures to try and capture as much of the beauty that I was experiencing.
And of course, as I went to move from my very first position to the second one, my foot slipped off, and I fell to the ground.
Throughout childhood, exercise came in the form of sports. Outside of sports, exercise was a chore, almost like a punishment. Running, doing pushups, lifting weights, or anything like that just seemed like some form of hellish torture.