I think I might be going a little bit crazy. That’s how it can feel when everything seems so simple.
What do you want? Go get it.
That’s it.
There are no rules.
There are no limits.
Pick something, anything, that you don’t think you can do, and then do it.
The fog starts to lift.
This little piece of the world that you’ve been living in, this realm that you thought was the whole world is just nothing. It’s a tiny sliver.
It’s the same way with potential.
Your potential exists in your own mind. It’s so much bigger than you can imagine. You can’t see it from where you are.
Even your physical potential. It’s just an idea. So, wipe the slate clean. Unlearn all the stories you’ve heard and repeated and told yourself. Rip out the pages of the notebook until you find one that is truly blank. That’s where you should put your goal, where nothing has ever been before. Beyond anything you can imagine.
I made up a workout because I hate how complicated everything else is. It’s all too complicated and too easy, so I made one that was simple and hard.
- 100 Push Ups
- 100 Sit Ups
- 100 Pull Ups
- 100 Squats
- 100 Kettlebell Swings
It’s the pullups that really fucking kill you. 100 is a lot. They’re hard. They get hard for me at 60, and that’s when it all starts to matter. That’s the bottom of the climb.
I hope my self doubt goes away someday. I hope I learn how to really wipe that slate clean. It’s going to take some scrubbing. Some sweat and blood and tears.
It’s really not complicated.
You have to climb the mountain in front of you to be able to see the mountain inside yourself. That’s the climb that really matters.
That’s the mountain that will teach you everything. You cannot know yourself unless you make the climb.