I had a great birthday yesterday. All captured on Instagram. In the meantime, my wife sent me this blog post because she knows that it's what we've both been going through. She found it on my roommates timeline, because obviously my roomie is kinda probably going through it too. Likely, we all are.
About twenty years ago, I had a portable spa in the back yard of my first house. One day, the heater stopped working, so I called a repairman to come out and look at it. He told me that there would be an $85 charge no matter what, and I told him that was okay. When he got to my house, he opened up the access panel where the heater, pump, and filter lived. He looked inside, then looked back at me.
“Did you try pushing the reset button?” He asked.
“Um. No,” I said.
He pushed the reset button, and the heater came back to life.
“That’ll be $85,” he said. I paid him.
This post is about realizing that I was sitting in cold water, and not doing anything to turn the heater back on. This post is about how I hit the reset button.
I had this epiphany at the beginning of September: This thing that I’m doing? This series of choices I make every day? It isn’t working. I don’t like the way I feel, I don’t like the way I look, I don’t like the things I’m doing. Things need to change.
This is not rocket science. When things stall, things need to change. I have a big list on my wall of things I want to focus on, get back to, and jump start. Not surprisingly, they are ALL featured in this blog post. I'm reading this to start my day. And yes, my day is starting late.