Yeah yeah. I hate that old addage as well. But, it works for me. In college whan things ended with a boyfriend I liked, I spent 3 months in the gym working on achieving the body I wanted. I mean, the idea was that if he physiclly wanted another girl, I would put in my own mind no doubt that a guy would ever physically choose someone else over me.
And, well, it worked. I had a hell of a body.
Now, after the Boone heartbreak, I went a got a few things in my life lined up. I went back to the gym with a group of girls from work. I went and applied to go back to school for air traffic contro, like I had been thinking about doing. I made a final decision on bunking up with some guys from work and getting a house together to save us all some cash. And, I went back to writing. There was a pitfallin there, but, after an arrogant pep talk (‘You’re bigger than that…or, you will be. Don’t let that get in your way.) I got back on the horse with determination running through my blood. My pep talker was right. You can’t get all excited about doing stuff and getting shit in order and then allow one road block to frazzle you.
I booked my hotel in alaska for the Iditarod. I had to pray to Loki that they wouldn’t shut off my electricity before i could scrounge some money from my next paycheck, but I have always wanted to go. So, i booked the hotel. I can live with out electricity and cable if i need to…I’d prefer not to, of course. But eh. It just makes life more…fun.
So, the thigns that put me on the floor, on my knees, crying and feeling miserable, are the things that, a few days later (and probably a few glasses of strong drink later) get me moving with a fire under my ass. There is nothing like heartbreak, and anger and an i’ll-show-you attitude to get you going.
As long as the drinking and drugs don’t kill you during the heartbreak and roadblocks, that is….
