Calluses

As a frequent gym-goer or a “gym junkie” as close friends put it; my hands have become callused.

Calluses are signs of hard work, extra-thick layers of skin to protect your hands from future abuse. Without the calluses, the fresh weak skin underneath would burn and rip at a moment's notice.

I see the skin underneath my calluses as my weak self, the boy that’s a part of me.

The calluses are my way of layering sweat, blood, and tears over that old self and producing a new, hard motherfucker.

Whenever I go to the gym, or participate in a hard run, or do anything that feels uncomfortable, I am callusing over my victim’s mentality.

I fucking hate running, cold showers, and revision. I do it to callus over my brain and teach my soft mentality that I’m not going to listen to its weakness.

You have to teach your body to be comfortable with being uncomfortable.

You have to teach it that I’m in control here, I’m not going to let you control me.

Because you are in control.

You have the power to decide. Every time you don't want to do something that is good, you tell your brain, "you're not in control of me" and you do it.

If you keep doing this, day in and day out, you will regain power over your brain and ego.

Write out what scares you. What are you afraid of?

Take this moment right now, to know, with all your heart, that those fears are NOT REAL.

YOU made them. Therefore, you get to break them.

But only if you want to.

Take the path of most resistance, accept it will be hard, and do it anyway.

Because the person you want to be is on the other side.

Greatness is coming my friends, keep going.