Anyway, this morning was the first real cold we had this season. In fact it was a crisp 34°f this morning. Now only a few years ago this wouldn’t have bothered me. Back then I was well insolated enough (weighing 356 lbs.) that I hardly wear a heavy coat outside to work. But now at 230 lbs. with much thinner blood and less heart pumping ability, I’m freezing my ass off. As the picture above shows I am under multiple blankets with two heating pads in my bed. With the added pleasure of a calico cat laying on my belly. Now none of this reeks of motivation or overcoming obstacles. But it does say a lot about taking what you have and making the best of it.
If you don’t take anything else from this pathetic, semi-humorous look at my life, take this. Life throws grenades at your happiness pretty much every day. For those of you seeking happiness I’m sorry. But eventually you have to brush off the dirt and bandage your wounds and carry on. And for you that say, “then what’s the point?” I’d say, it’s because there’s an energy and hope in living. Back when I was initially suffering with my mental health issues, I wondered myi if there was a point. But you know what, those struggles laid the foundation for overcoming these current struggles. Telling me that no matter that pain, the weakness, or the cold; that I matter, and the ones I covet matter. No matter how humble the reward of living is, it outweighs any supposed comfort you may find in defeat. Stay motivated, be alive.