I often preach that every day can’t be full of peaches and cream, and my days are no exception to the rule. In fact, today in particular, seems to be the day when everyone wants to kick me while I’m down. Today I’ve been talked about, lied on, challenged, rejected, and underestimated. I gotta tell you, I don’t like this feeling. I don’t like feeling like I’m in a constant battle with no army; feeling attacked and insecure. Though I’m a firm believer in the motto, “THIS TOO SHALL PASS,” it ain’t over until it’s over. And until it’s really over, the sh*t still hurts.
Now I might feel a moment of defeat in this never-ending millisecond of a day but I’m pretty sure that when the right sized brick bounces off my noggin, reality will set in and I’ll regain my rightful place in the land of “F*ck Them All,” …that is after the mild concussion subsides from that damn brick falling on my head.
Even still, life is hard — some days moreso than others. But ask yourself, “If it were easy, would it be worth it?” I don’t think so. My cowboy hat may not have the biggest brim and my jeans may not have the sharpest crease but I declare that the spurs on my boots are as sharp as they come and I’m still the fastest draw in the west!
Listen; the truth of the matter is sometimes we have to get kicked – all of us, myself included. It reminds us of how strong we are. It also gives us a good enough reason to swing a monkey wrench. Monkey wrenches come in handy for screwing up someone else’s plan and partaking in any form of revenge.
I might feel bad now but it’s only for a moment. A long moment but a moment nonetheless. So keep kicking me, b*tches, so I can keep swinging this wrench! I need the occasional reminder that my journey is worth the fight and nobody can protect me but me. There may be nothing I don’t know but I don’t know everything. [#Oxymoronism at its best.] What I do know is when the troops are no longer standing behind me, I have the biggest weapon of them all watching over me from on high. And I dare anyone to challenge that.
As long as I’m focused on my goal, strong in my faith and have $4.55 in my pocket to buy some chicken wings when this emotional moment has passed, I’m good. No…I’m great! I’m blessed. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that when times are at their lowest peak it makes the end result so much more worth the victory dance. The best part of remembering the good news is that 90% of any effort is getting started.
Hey, even a man with all the answers needs a little pep talk from time to time. And I have no problem talking to myself because I am my own best listener and I make the best sense to me.
Quote of the week: “Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you’re scared to death.”