I thought Magda might enjoy a badass looking, toned up, shirtless Brad Pitt. 🙂
A series of unfortunate events led to this sinking feeling in my chest yesterday. A feeling I’m not very familiar with. It came about from having the thought of things not working out in the long run with Magda. Normally I’d brush it off and be like whatever, [there’s always the cave.] Not this time though. This time I sat with it. I didn’t run away from it. It eventually turned into a motivating fire.
See, I’m used to living in a fantasy world of sorts, fearlessly chasing big dreams. There are high times, low times and always a cave to fall back on. 😉 This isn’t case anymore. Now it’s time for me to put my game face on. Take [the kid’s] hands off the steering wheel, throw’m in the back seat and become *GASP* an adult. There’s an adult in me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a reason for him to emerge.
What came to mind was a chapter out of Napoleon Hill’s classic “Think and Grow Rich.” This quote sums [the chapter] up succinctly:
The men who have accumulated great fortunes and achieved outstanding recognition in literature, art, industry, architecture, and the professions, were motivated by the influence of a woman.
I’ve always understood this theoretically, but never have I ever felt it so pronounced. I already knew I was willing to go to great lengths to be with her. Yesterday I discovered I will go to any lengths.
Because I need to have badassery to balance the softness, here’s a video of adult me decimating bad habits and childish ways…