Hey! just wanted to pop in here and let you know its ok if you struggle with being patient. i know i do!
patience is not simply the ability to wait — it’s how we behave while we’re waiting — joyce meyer
so what do i do when patience isn’t enough?
stop judging myself.
when i am impatient its because i am judging myself of where i am now.
i am not who you think i am; i am not who i think i am; i am who i think you think i am — thomas cooley
being patient means enjoying the process but more importantly being ok with whatever is happening. i shouldn't care what people think about my success or failures.
it takes relentless commitment and disregard for the end result while not judging myself with the speed of my progress or lack thereof.
so next time you find it hard to be patient just remember to stop judging yourself! 💞
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raw footage from round 3 from a good 5 round spar the other day with my boy @lil_fofo_2real .
y'all like raw vids like this? or highlight vids?
anybody around 105 lbs in garland / dallas area tryna spar, hit me up asap.
boxing/training is all we do in-out of our household. our passion. all we do is motivate each other and push each other to our full potential.💯💯
14oz black and gold laced powerlock , red grey and white laced 14 oz powerlock @everlast@everlast latino gloves
team everlast, 💪 headgears
Like a moth to a flame (burned by the fire...) this beautiful spirit has been hanging around my front door for days now, perhaps reminding me not to be too impulsive, to patiently rest back into the unfolding mystery. 🌌
Today i choose life. every morning when i wake up i can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... to feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today i choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it. 💙☮️
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how could i not remember, of those forms now imbued with still-death, the previous state of vital, soft grace, which was expressed in a sinuous, ever-changing motion, both vectorially and intensively, of all their parts, from the most defining in size, proportions and character, to the most minute and subtle?
how could i have lost that lively miracle which seemed destined to last, in its continuously changing nature which at once was its embedded and immutable essence, as long as my mind could dare to look beyond?!
in such a crushing state of grief, i was wandering, refusing to consider anything else, around me, but the change my eyes, sieged by my own blood, had had to witness, detesting it, and its nature now petrified, like in a snarky prank whose completion had to necessarily but absurdly k**l the pranker.
i could not see, that way, as if the eyes on my face, and those, infinite, pointy and variously directed, of my wounded soul, had a filter capable to cut off whole intervals from the layered ranges describing reality, i could not see, all the deltas, the momenta, the gradients, shifting, turning, swapping around me, most probably for that was their nature, and yet, in my per[ception/spective]=spection, so to show me at once the illness which i was nurturing in my soul, but also the ointment which could treat me and save me by annihilating its nature.
for only the acceptance of the condemnation of a change which had sunk me in the most aching desperation could have welcomed another change, that pardon on the crumbling edge of death which would have resurrected me to the space where the light doesn't ever fall.
(c) daniele bergamini @danbergam
never hate changes!
as much as one can throws us in a pit, it's only another mutation in our circumstances which can save us from that hole.
find them in your will, and give them birth into choices, and actions.