Stronger | Wilfred Giroux

I’m halfway done with this six week long push. That was previously a five week long push. That will soon, I suspect, turn into into a 10 week long push. I have no idea how the hell I’m making it through this shit but I am.

I have no idea how I’m waking up before 6:00am every morning and working out. I have no idea how I’m making it through days of back to back meetings and presentations without mumbling “i’m so over this shit” under my breath. I have no idea how everything I’m working on keeps working out and moving in the right direction but it is.

I have no idea how the rest of my life hasn’t fallen apart. I don’t know how I’m not drinking a bottle of wine ever night to pass out. I have no idea how I’m am managing to see my friends on the weekends instead of my default stress induced hibernation. I have no idea how, with everything that is going on, I’m not freaking out.

Maybe this is that maturity thing I keep hearing about. Or maybe this is years of therapy finally paying off. Who the fuck knows. But whatever it is, it's beginning to feel like I might strong enough to handle the my shit. And I kinda like it.