In Hong Kong:
What am I doing? I feel I lost my zest for life. I no longer have interest in anything. I just do it because I know I should, and I know it’ll be good in the long run, but I really can’t be bothered to do anything now. It didn’t start out like this though. When I first came home, I was motivated, and I was bursting full of life.
Motivation is finite, but practical steps get results. Continue reading
Dribbling with Faith
I’m back to square one again. I’m home in Hong Kong, things are the same, but I’m different, the internal fire within has been turned up and growing even stronger.
Previously I was training with uncertainty, but this time I’m training with conviction. I’ve walked through the doors of uncertainty and have been turned back. Most might see this as a failure, but I don’t. I’m ramping up my rehab, because I’ve seen the other side and know it’s possible, I’ve put my foot through the doors and I want more.
“ He who sweats more in training, bleeds less in war.” – Spartan warrior creed. Continue reading
As I go out into life, I’ll be filming the process so you can come with me. There’s a video at the end of me giving out free hugs 🙂 Enjoy
I’ve been packing my room, and packing my life, because I’m being evicted. The student accommodations office said that because I’m not a student, I have to leave the dorms. They and potential tenants have been prodding me to go.
It’s okay though, because I’m not moving out, I’m moving on to greater things. It’s hard to move during this moment of heartache, but things will only get better when I move from this place.
With this opportunity I’m saying yes to life. There’s no shame in taking the full time I need to recover. School can wait. With this new outlook on life, I was presented with surprises, one thing leading to another. It started with a mysterious post it on my door. Continue reading
Things happen one after another, some good, some bad. My dad woke up from his unconscious state, trained, and can now walk as well as speak. He responds when I speak to him. Good.
Bad. They say things happen in 3’s. My nerves gave out, I got a digestive tract infection, and then a cold. I was on the mend and just devised a new plan to gain supreme energy… when I couldn’t foresee what came next.
How do I explain that to keep my smile up, sometimes I need to fight gravity lying down?
My smiles don’t come easy, but it’s worth every bit. Even if I’m having a bad day, I can smile, because I got out of bed today. To me, that’s a great start to an amazing day… even if I’m floored in the afternoon for the next 11 hours. Continue reading
For a period of time I stopped. I’ve stopped writing, reading and rehabbing. It’s not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. My goal in recovery was to help others through the experience of overcoming my adversity. I was getting strong, but was I strong enough?