Something to Work on.

Good Morning. Good Evening. Wherever and whenever this finds you, may your day and night be good. God bless your life. I’m going to finish this and then attempt to make breakfast for my niece and try to clean up house a bit.


Work. That is a concept I have to fight to integrate into my life in general these days. And I won’t even lie, right now I have to push myself into it. This of course means that on too many days I don’t put in the work I’m supposed to. This goes for anything attached to work, working out, working on, working things out, working up to working, working off any debts I have incurred, these concepts are second nature to me. I have come to slightly envy people the concept comes organic to. I would rather lay around somewhere, do the least amount of effort, take a “power” nap. Just thinking of work makes me tired.

Oh how I wish that mattered. If I sit here and do nothing that’s all I’m going to get, to paraphrase my friend Brother Ali. And I can’t have that. So I wasn’t raised with a work ethic and I have to work to get one. That sounds like work to me. Well, that’s too bad. It’s either stand up and work towards living or sit around and die. And I am just not in the mood to die today. Sleep and rest are so much sweeter after working and doing something. Otherwise they are just the opposite, just sour. I’m trying to work this bad taste out of my mouth. I’m tired of feeling tired for no reason.

A phrase that I have run into a few times recently is this is a marathon, not a sprint. You’re not going to wake up tomorrow three hundred pounds overweight and do the Iron man (If you don’t know what that is look it up). But if every step feels like your Iron man, do your own Iron man. Take that step.

I hope that you all out there understand that I write these for me as much as I do all of you. I think we all need to either see or discuss these perspectives. So hit me up, leave a comment, a criticism, whatever’s clever. Honestly though right now that’s all I got, especially as five words keep running circles in the back of my mind that I don’t like at all and don’t want to listen to but know I’d rather deal with because I know how I’ll feel afterwards. Way better than I’ll feel during, but miles more rewarding than I feel right now.

I got work to do.