Here we are, another Friday, another “end of the week.”
And do you want to know what I absolutely love about Friday evenings?
It’s the fact that the gyms have almost nobody in them. A lot of people are out partying, and that’s fine by me because I get to train with far fewer potential interruptions. And when I enter the sauna, there’s a far greater chance that I am sitting on dry wood.
I may be wrong, but I think a great many people are out on Friday nights to guzzle beer because their weekday lives are devoid of meaning. Most of these people have no goals they want to accomplish, at least none they chose. So “the party” at the end of each week becomes a default goal.
Frankly, I don’t understand this lifestyle. To me, beer drinking ended when I left college. So I don’t relate. I guess I’m wired differently. Or to be more accurate, when I have goals that light my fire, I naturally move away from the cold ones.
When I see people I went to high school and college with drinking beer, I cannot help but think, “Really? You still drink beer?”
Not sure what it is about beer that is attractive to a man. Perhaps it’s the thrill of lowering his testosterone levels. Or the excess weight it can put on his belly. Or how it helps him waste another day or weekend of his life before he puts himself through the same ole-same ole regimen all over again the following week.
Now, I am not against someone having a drink of something strong now and then. But when drinking is a planned part of your life, every weekend, when it is your only goal in life, that makes me shake my head.
The good life is not the drinking of beer.
The good life is focusing on something that matters to you, and making it become a reality.
For example, when people were partying on Christmas Day, I was having the time of my life tearing a deck of poker cards in half for the first time.
This feat was something I have seen many people accomplish, but it never really piqued my interest. And when it did, I suffered an injury using an incorrect method that set me back.
Once I recovered, I did so with a vengeance, and at damn near 62 years of age, I ripped those MF’rs down the middle.
Late last night I was on the horn with a friend and client, and intermittently, I would tell him to hold on. Next thing you know he would hear me breathing and snorting, getting ready to do something I’ve set my mind on.
HURRAH!
It was another grand night, without beer.
I went to bed with an endorphin rush, with a type of “runner’s high” without running.
And tonight is Friday. YIPPEE!
More time to practice, to get things done, to get more living out of life, by doing the things that make life a wonder-filled journey.
Alrighty then. Enough of my pompous, arrogant, egomaniacal ranting, hehehehehe.
Here endeth the lesson.
Matt Furey
MattFurey.com
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