On Doing.

A new reminder, something to remember every single day.

Something’s changing, finally.

Somehow, I’ve finally woken up.

It’s easy to realise what you have to do, but it’s a whole lot harder to actually do it.

Saturday was the first time I puked on the track.

“Congratulations! You’re now a proper athlete!”

Wise words from an experienced training partner.

The hardest part is when you realise that the cause of your failure is yourself, and that if you just keep doing the same, then you’re only going to fail the same.

I guess I was grieving for a life that could have been, I dug a hole in the ground to keep my head in so that I can postpone reality.

But my life is going nowhere fast and I have to dig my way out of it.

My professional life, my social life, pretty much every aspect of my life am in flames despite me trying to put up a front for it.

But over the past few days, I felt like I’ve reached a tipping point.

I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.

So I’ve got my arse up from the chair and started doing something about it.

I choose to fight on.

I choose not to give in.

I choose not to give up.

And I express that choice by doing.