Moving forward, I'll use this weekly newsletter as an opportunity to write to you about my previous week.
I hope to share a lot of personal laughs, cries, and thoughts with you over the course of my life.
This is not meant for haters. It's meant for friends - the virtual and physical.
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Last week started productive and ended poisonous.
I finally settled into a routine since my arrival to Chiang Mai, Thailand.
I got my apartment, go-to coffee shop, go-to lunch place, go-to co-working space, go-to dinner place.
I also have a clear vision for Live to Challenge this month. I just need to continue to put in the hours to implement that vision, which I was doing until Friday hit me. And Friday hit hard!
I woke up in the middle of the night, rushing to the bathroom, and blasting from both ends of my blow holes.
I joked with a friend, "I haven't thrown up this much since trying to fit into my prom dress."
When I was younger I would have wallowed in self-pity, and begged the gods to make it stop!
But I tried a different approach - curiosity.
Instead of fighting the pain, I explored it.
And I realized that my body wasn't trying to hurt me.
I was the one that f*cked up. Who would have thought that out of all the places in Thailand, I would get food poisoning from cheese crackers I bought at 7-11!
One friend suggested I buy medication to suppress my natural bodily functions, but I explained to her I’m a big, strong man who is rarely sick. These bodily functions aren’t a glitch in my system - they are a feature of it!
My body is trying to get the food poison out of me and by suppressing diarrhea and throw up I’d only be keeping in the poison.
My body was at war! I ushered all my strength to get out of bed, crawled in front of the mirror, and then as I regained my footing I delivered a rousing speech to inspire my antibodies,
After 2 days of being bedridden, I woke up victorious!
After the dust settled, I was a tad upset because I lost 2 days of work, but I refocused my thoughts, “At least I got to binge watch movies guilt-free, and by taking my eyes off of work I can look at it with fresher eyes today, and most importantly, I reminded myself it could have been a lot worse.”
Ultimately I’m grateful for all the worst moments of my life because they make me stronger. I feel bad for the person who knows not pain for he shall know not success.
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