Some days you spend teetering on the edge. Like you feel like your heart has to be racing from stress and anxiety and you check your pulse at a stop light and it’s 45. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like it is. On days like these. You focus and keep it a going.
I don’t do drugs but fending off the stress of today felt like what the pull of cocaine must be like. Like I’ve got to do some. Now. Or before now if possible. It’s not all bad though. I never gave in to it. Whatever “giving in to it”really means. I guess it means not letting myself go into a rabbit hole. Of letting myself give the day a hearty “Eff it!” Never let em see you sweat nor something.
I was cognizant of riding the edge all day. To me that’s the big win. That I sat there and recognized being that close to the edge for hours and had the ability to say “hey man, you’re okay. This will pass. Ride it out.” I do wish it was more like catching a wave than avoiding being crushed by one, but whatever. A win’s a win.
I texted a guy I coach today because, sure, while teetering we should give some advice to others. What I told him though was what I also needed to hear.
“Every day is an opportunity.”
So here’s to another day at fighting the good fight. If you need a hand in your fight. Holler. I’m here for you.