The darkest moment.
They say it is before the dawn. It was a little before that. I had just gotten out of bed. The clock read 4:02 and I was scrolling through Twitter. I saw a picture of a person on a stage. I thought to myself, “Why is he on that stage? Why am I not on that stage?”
Jealousy and self-pity closed around me. I was in completely in the dark. Then I snapped out of it.
What complete and total BS! What a waste of my time and emotional energy!
If I’m not on that stage, it’s my own damn fault. What am I doing to get there? What am I doing to make myself worthy?
Everyday my career has to be reinvented. Sitting in the dark moping won’t get it done.
The darkest moment has nothing to do with the time of day. It’s what goes on between your ears. I cured it by going out and slamming my body around on a cold football field at 5 a.m.
As I walked off the field, the first rays of day began to illuminate the sky. That’s when I truly began my day.
I’ll be on that stage soon. But feeling sorry for myself isn’t how I’ll get there.