When life hits you hard, you never expect it to strip away the power of believing your own bullshit along with it.
All of the self-inflicted negative talk that you deflect, absorb, and reframe now becomes solidified into one solid gut punch that actually lands because your guard is down.
After being knocked down, you now face a runny tally of all your failures. That’s the uppercut.
After getting back up, you now see a empty road ahead filled with hopelessness. That’s the right hook.
The power of believing your own bullshit kept you away from this reality but now you can see, smell, and touch it.
In a way this is a gift. Because now you are confronted with truth that isn’t colored by your own bullshit. You can only see this truth at certain moments in life. It’s what you are and what you’re not, with no filters distorting your view. Dwelling here for a short period of time will give you deep insights if you let it. But staying here for any period of time is death to your soul.
Despite the hopelessness there is one power play left. One option despite no options.
And that’s the power of ‘Your next move.’
There’s power in movement. There’s misery in stagnation.
Moving your hand to call a friend is an action. Moving your legs to go for a drive is another action. Make enough of these and you create space. Space between you and the gut punch that just landed.
My next move was to sit down and write this piece even though it’s 11:34 PM and I’m still feeling the gut punch to my soul. The next gut punch is coming, and when it does, I want the moves I make from now until then to count.