I was discouraged this morning. The scales just won't cooperate, despite 20 hours of exercise a week. I don't seem able to cut back on eating. My body seems to be able to exist on very few calories. But it is also always true that my mood is dismal early in the morning. I am usually down on myself. And at the moment, the Course in Miracles text is detailing my ego's need for specialness.
But, after some spiritual study, I approached the ex-bike. I grasped the haki-machi I wear as a head band. This morning, I remembered what it means: warrior spirit. As I put it on my head, I gained that little bit of extra energy. I felt the gates of resolve and light open to an "enlightened" attitude. I will walk forward a bit at a time, daily. I don't care what sort of depression I may be wading through.
On Saturday I fly to St Louis. On Sunday I run a 12 hour race. My heel is in almost no pain.
Right now, I am at work stupid early in order to participate in a global conference call.
The cold Coke Zero is wonderful. All life is good. I will persist in the difficult emotional work which is my contribution to human evolution.
To persevere despite how I feel is what I call character.