Martyr To Circumstance

I hate this time of year.
This is the time of year when people give up on themselves and give in to letting go of any sense of control, thinking they’ll play catch up later.
Weak ass shit.
As someone whose job relies on helping others improve themselves and get better - it is increasingly frustrating, and even  heartbreaking, to see people care so little for themselves that they're completely OK with putting off improving and being better until a more convenient time.

There is no convenient time.
It’s life.
 
There's always going to be things that get in the way. There's always going to be busyness.
There’s always going to be an obstacle, a hurdle, a THING.

The holidays shouldn't be a time where you're stressed because of the running around - the finding gifts, the  parties, the dinners, the time with friends and family.
 
These things are blessings.
These things are gifts to be thankful for.
They are additions that make your life fuller.

The holidays should be things that enhance your life - not make it too busy or more stressful.
You're doing it wrong.

If you can't figure out how to make time for what's important now - if you can't figure out how to get past your schedule and your so-called busyness now - when are you ever going to?

You will forever be subject to the external circumstances pressing in on you.
You will forever be a victim - never, ever really in control of what happens to you or what your outcome is.
You will always be the product of some other person, or some other circumstance, or some other thing that just won't allow you to get what you want.
You’ll always be subject to "if only…"
You’ll always be weak.
You’ll always be a victim.

I've had people talk to me about how I own my own space - I own my own gym.
"What's that like?"
"It must be nice."
"Look at you."
"Look where you’re at."
"You've got this space."

What they don't see is all the behind the scenes.
What they don't see is how far out I've put myself.
What they don't see is the sacrifices I've made.
What they don't see is the sacrifices my family’s had to make.
What they don’t know is how far I still have to go.

You know what?
No one cares.
No one cares about my shit.

Guess what...
No one cares about your shit either.

It's your cross.
You can either carry it, or be crucified on it.

The choice is yours.

Manage yourself, start doing great things, and work toward being something great.

OR

Quit.
Give up.
Be the victim - the martyr to circumstance.

Either way - be perfectly clear and honest with yourself and everyone else.

You most definitely have a choice.

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