You probably don’t know this about me, but I’m extremely stingy with praise.
Unless you achieve a truly remarkable feat, in my opinion, you’re unimpressive and thus, unworthy of the energy required to exalt your meager accomplishments.
After congratulating a fellow gym member on his 6-year long physical transformation, we engaged in some light chitchat.
I learned how he lost 90 pounds and metamorphosed from an overweight, 50-something year old, abnormally sweaty mouth breather to a ripped beast. (I don’t exactly know the guy’s age. I can never tell with black men. Suffice it to say, he’s up there.)
Here’s his secret:
Eat a ton of fruits and vegetables, eliminate processed carbohydrates from your diet, and exercise two hours a day, seven days a week.
Whoa.
But still, this man accomplished what many have refused to even attempt.
There are tons of excuses to frolic in mediocrity. A particularly idiotic one is, “It’s too late. I’m old. Whaaah.”
“By the time I clean up my credit history, I’ll be 40-years old.”
“By the time I obtain my bachelors degree, I’ll be 50-years old.”
“By the time I reach my goal weight, I’ll be 60-years old.”
So, uh, if you don’t do these things time stands still?
Of course not!
The Lord willing, ten years from now I’m gonna be 41-years old. And you . . . you’re gonna be whatever age you are now PLUS ten.
If you gave up on a dream because you erroneously reasoned you’re too old, stop that foolish thinking right now, and start taking the necessary steps to move closer to your goal.
A year from now you will wish you had started today. – Karen Lamb
