thoughtsfropete
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I just thought I would post the below. I have never been overweight, but I have worked successfully with over 10,000 clients over the last ten years. I love to write stuff that people can relate to. I hope you can take something away from the below writing and perhaps it will help you in your day today.
This article is simple and it’s called, never, never give up.
Sometimes I compare my life to a surfers. I have never surfed so I don’t really know but I think I have a pretty good idea.
You see, my life can be really hard at times “not as hard as some peoples I am sure,” – but for me, really hard.
I feel at times like I just got knocked off my board and got knocked really, really hard.
The getting knocked was okay, I am pretty tough and it’s not the first time, but what was hard was the fact that when I came up for air I didn’t realize there was another wave ready to come crashing down on me again, but this time because I wasn’t ready, I got dragged under a little deeper and I have a little less oxygen than I did the first time.
If I paddle hard, I am pretty tough. I can swim back up to the light, the safety of above water; at least, this is my thinking, being positive and all.
Just enough time to think the above and take a breath, just enough time to appreciate the air filling my lungs. But nobody told me, nobody told me it could happen a third time and nobody told me despite my fatigue, despite my lack of breathes, I would be taken further down to what feels even closer to the oceans ground.
It’s not fair I think, I wasn’t told.
A second before or a second later, my normal life would have been back to well, normal again.
But in this time there is no time for doubt, no time to be a victim because if I am, it’s already too late
I am at my weakest, but I must be my strongest – how ironic – how true
I find my source of energy, feels like I have been storing it for a time like this. I push harder than I ever imagined I ever could, but refusing to give up in each stroke that seemingly moves me a centre metre, perhaps less
Just when I thought I had nothing left, all those centre metres add up, a stroke wasn’t wasted
I crash through the blue roof above and take the biggest breathe
I collect my board and climb on top
Now - What is perfect is that I have two choices
My first is to go find the perfect wave, the brilliant buzz I came here for
The second is to appreciate that a moment ago; I fought with a beast, not once, but three times and came out on top
I do both
As always, keep striving.
Pete
This article is simple and it’s called, never, never give up.
Sometimes I compare my life to a surfers. I have never surfed so I don’t really know but I think I have a pretty good idea.
You see, my life can be really hard at times “not as hard as some peoples I am sure,” – but for me, really hard.
I feel at times like I just got knocked off my board and got knocked really, really hard.
The getting knocked was okay, I am pretty tough and it’s not the first time, but what was hard was the fact that when I came up for air I didn’t realize there was another wave ready to come crashing down on me again, but this time because I wasn’t ready, I got dragged under a little deeper and I have a little less oxygen than I did the first time.
If I paddle hard, I am pretty tough. I can swim back up to the light, the safety of above water; at least, this is my thinking, being positive and all.
Just enough time to think the above and take a breath, just enough time to appreciate the air filling my lungs. But nobody told me, nobody told me it could happen a third time and nobody told me despite my fatigue, despite my lack of breathes, I would be taken further down to what feels even closer to the oceans ground.
It’s not fair I think, I wasn’t told.
A second before or a second later, my normal life would have been back to well, normal again.
But in this time there is no time for doubt, no time to be a victim because if I am, it’s already too late
I am at my weakest, but I must be my strongest – how ironic – how true
I find my source of energy, feels like I have been storing it for a time like this. I push harder than I ever imagined I ever could, but refusing to give up in each stroke that seemingly moves me a centre metre, perhaps less
Just when I thought I had nothing left, all those centre metres add up, a stroke wasn’t wasted
I crash through the blue roof above and take the biggest breathe
I collect my board and climb on top
Now - What is perfect is that I have two choices
My first is to go find the perfect wave, the brilliant buzz I came here for
The second is to appreciate that a moment ago; I fought with a beast, not once, but three times and came out on top
I do both
As always, keep striving.
Pete
