A real life John James...
Why is it so hard to have both the love of your life, and a level of success that fills you to the brim???
Normally I would dedicate this entry to a reader, but this entry is really a shot in my own dark... So here's to you Southern Gentleman.
Lately I've gotten a grasp back on my life after having a couple of years of wandering aimlessly, searching for answers to questions I already knew, and growing a couple more hairs under my chin. I've started back on the right foot, but there is an emptiness in this eternal bachelor. This void has no name nor does it hurt, but I just know it's there...
Just recently I've returned from a writing hiatus, only doing my major scribbling for my personal notebooks and extensive world domination schemes. I skimmed through my files just to get a feel for the flow I left, and found this incomplete entry above and it made me smile.
Change is good for the overall picture and for the longest I fought a sense of change in my life, because of the pain that comes with it. Yes, it is my firm belief that change is pain, like the "good" pain you endure when you start a new fitness regiment. You become sore from the new muscles you are working, and notice those muscles you never knew you had. The mornings become a task just to get out of the bed and relieve yourself, you find yourself dozing off meetings because your morning cardio has worn you out, and you begin to eat everything in sight. Follow me on this one.
I will stay on this fitness metaphor because I do feel it is the natural process of life, no pain no gain. Ok, so your appetite has picked up, you find yourself getting more sleep at night and that sexual libido goes into overdrive. Before you realize it, people are complimenting you on your new "attitude", but you seem not to notice what they notice. You look at yourself everyday in the mirror and in your mind you only can only focus on that last five pounds that won't let go of your waistline. The change has begun.
You begin to challenge yourself, basic workouts aren't as fulfilling as they once were and the body image focus becomes razor sharp. Then one day you look in the mirror, take a second look, flex with a smile and then it hits you, you have changed. That polo that used to swallow your body now fits like a glove. The late night gummy bears have been replaced by a fruit melody. You don't loathe taking the steps anymore, because it's a mild warm up for your body during the day. You have changed and you look amazing.
For most people, the beginning phase of change leaves them both out of breath and exhausted, making them believe that the change is too hard and for some they quit before they actually get started. Those who quit have no idea that they have just become their biggest enemy in their life's journey. The pain is the new normal, the new starting point, a level higher than the level that they are currently living in.
The man who wrote that elusive paragraph above the debonair Christopher Noth's photo, was a young man who knew he wanted change but didn't want to put in the work. The funny thing is sometimes the change slaps you in the face challenging you with a decision, sink or swim?
Not only has the chin hair gotten thicker, but the chest hair has grown too. I'm no longer wandering aimlessly in the wilderness of my mind I have found a direction. I am in the beginning stages of this level of my life workout, and believe me it is hard. I love a challenge but I loathe the doubt that comes with it. So I push harder to be better.
Writing these prophetic words is therapy for me. I do believe that the best is yet to come, but I also remember I am human and I have emotions that are extremely intense, call it my internal flame. Outside of physical maturity I've also allowed myself to be honest with my feelings when it comes to matters of the heart. Have I found love? That is to be told in the near future however I know one thing, whatever it is has caused a little change in this once eternal bachelor. Farewell to Alfie and hello to John James Preston 2.0.
Normally I would dedicate this entry to a reader, but this entry is really a shot in my own dark... So here's to you Southern Gentleman.
Lately I've gotten a grasp back on my life after having a couple of years of wandering aimlessly, searching for answers to questions I already knew, and growing a couple more hairs under my chin. I've started back on the right foot, but there is an emptiness in this eternal bachelor. This void has no name nor does it hurt, but I just know it's there...
Just recently I've returned from a writing hiatus, only doing my major scribbling for my personal notebooks and extensive world domination schemes. I skimmed through my files just to get a feel for the flow I left, and found this incomplete entry above and it made me smile.
Change is good for the overall picture and for the longest I fought a sense of change in my life, because of the pain that comes with it. Yes, it is my firm belief that change is pain, like the "good" pain you endure when you start a new fitness regiment. You become sore from the new muscles you are working, and notice those muscles you never knew you had. The mornings become a task just to get out of the bed and relieve yourself, you find yourself dozing off meetings because your morning cardio has worn you out, and you begin to eat everything in sight. Follow me on this one.
I will stay on this fitness metaphor because I do feel it is the natural process of life, no pain no gain. Ok, so your appetite has picked up, you find yourself getting more sleep at night and that sexual libido goes into overdrive. Before you realize it, people are complimenting you on your new "attitude", but you seem not to notice what they notice. You look at yourself everyday in the mirror and in your mind you only can only focus on that last five pounds that won't let go of your waistline. The change has begun.
You begin to challenge yourself, basic workouts aren't as fulfilling as they once were and the body image focus becomes razor sharp. Then one day you look in the mirror, take a second look, flex with a smile and then it hits you, you have changed. That polo that used to swallow your body now fits like a glove. The late night gummy bears have been replaced by a fruit melody. You don't loathe taking the steps anymore, because it's a mild warm up for your body during the day. You have changed and you look amazing.
For most people, the beginning phase of change leaves them both out of breath and exhausted, making them believe that the change is too hard and for some they quit before they actually get started. Those who quit have no idea that they have just become their biggest enemy in their life's journey. The pain is the new normal, the new starting point, a level higher than the level that they are currently living in.
The man who wrote that elusive paragraph above the debonair Christopher Noth's photo, was a young man who knew he wanted change but didn't want to put in the work. The funny thing is sometimes the change slaps you in the face challenging you with a decision, sink or swim?
Not only has the chin hair gotten thicker, but the chest hair has grown too. I'm no longer wandering aimlessly in the wilderness of my mind I have found a direction. I am in the beginning stages of this level of my life workout, and believe me it is hard. I love a challenge but I loathe the doubt that comes with it. So I push harder to be better.
Writing these prophetic words is therapy for me. I do believe that the best is yet to come, but I also remember I am human and I have emotions that are extremely intense, call it my internal flame. Outside of physical maturity I've also allowed myself to be honest with my feelings when it comes to matters of the heart. Have I found love? That is to be told in the near future however I know one thing, whatever it is has caused a little change in this once eternal bachelor. Farewell to Alfie and hello to John James Preston 2.0.
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