Wait…what’s that sucking sound?
These last three years have found me broke, homeless, detoxed, arrested, restrained, betrayed, divorced, confined and chased down by the IRS.
Everything I owned in the world was auctioned off recently by a PODS container company in Nashua, New Hampshire.
I lost my credit rating, my car, my cable box and my gym membership.
I also lost 50 pounds, an addiction to Xanax, alcohol, sleep medications, a high blood pressure reading, a hot liver, a bad attitude and a ruthless wife.
During this period I have grown as a writer, a coach, a musician, a video producer, an athlete and a human being.
I have covered ground in my personal development I never thought possible. I gained certification in fitness, nutrition, weight loss and my passion, senior fitness.
I passed two very dry insurance license exams with flying colors. Digesting all that information cured my insomnia.
Having limited capital has made me focus on what I put in my mouth. I eat, train and live like a Spartan.
I am, at 73, an elder athlete. My 20 year old self could never compete with me today.
It seems the mo’ worser my situation, the mo’ better I get.
I am truly embracing the suck.