There was a time that I couldn’t find a piece of mind
Stretching every piece of my mind, to what required a piece of my attention
Losing retention; the irony in that.
Taking in so much that I’d forget this and that.
I blamed it on the pressure
My stressors; my many responsibilities.
The rent due, lights, cable, car.. it was killing me.
No literally killing me;
Insomnia kicking in, no sleep — i had no energy.
The pressure, thinking about all the pressure.
Caught a flat tire, gotta get another one; that’s another stressor.
Money flowing in, love flowing out;
Prioritizing the things I can live without.
Just a whole lot of random pressures……
—- [Insert your many pressures in life]
I’m thankful for the pressure
Long nights, early mornings and Starbucks.
I had a random thought, and it translated like a poem actually. My recent pressures have put me in a position lately to choose, to prioritize. It was the worst-best thing that could’ve happened for me. I will admit that I’ve never been the type to force myself to choose if I could find a way to have it all. SO imagine my ignorance to making “this or that” choices. It was all bad… until it wasn’t.
Somehow I managed to make a choice and be good with that choice no matter what. I’ve excelled tremendously in the way that I react to things. Over the past however long, I’ve been really digging in with getting to know the things I like and don’t like. The things I’ll entertain and what just doesn’t work for me. The things that matter and those things that are merely around to provide commercials when you’re tired of dealing with the real things in life.
So yeah, I’m thankful for the pressure. I can say it played a catalyst in the person that I’m becoming. Feeling that pressure taught me that I had to work harder than I ever thought I’d have to work. It taught me to be honest with myself and others. To prioritize. To grind. To turn water into wine.
I feel that one whom has never had a moment when the pressure is on, 3 seconds til the buzzer, with the game winning three point jumper on you… they just won’t understand where the real grind originates from.
Words of Wisdom: Don’t be afraid of that added pressure. You’ll either get through it a conqueror or a loser; you choose.
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