3am – can’t sleep again. I ate a bunch of crap before going to bed, and perhaps one too many beers last night. Awake, rolling around. Try to fall asleep, I keep hearing about badass Goggins references everywhere. I might give it a try. Immediately hooked, this is what I need. Bit of positivity and not only that, a plan to get there. He mentions that there are 10 challenges to get through it, and the motivation is not a one and done, but more of a process you have to exercise, I’m going to get on it.
Challenge #1 — What are the current factors limiting your growth and success? Break out your journal and write them all out in minute detail. Don’t be bland with this assignment. I showed you every piece of my dirty laundry. You will use your story, this list of excuses, these very good reasons why you shouldn’t amount to a damn thing, to fuel your ultimate success. For some, it may mean logging onto social media, posting a picture, and writing out a few lines about yourself. If that’s you, use the hashtags #badhand #canthurtme
Not much of an open sharer if you know me, so this is tough and will keep it brief. As bad hands go, gotta admit, born in a third world country in a poor family has to be number one. Im a product of the Chilean public school system, schools with names like F-299, which sounds more like a fucking fighter plane than academic institution. At early age, going through parents divorce, due to home violence wasn’t either a delightful experience. My love for cooking? Started the first time I made bolognese sauce from scratch to feed myself and my little brother. Probably 12 years old, and figuring it out since my mom couldn’t get off bed for days due to the depression pills she was taking to cope with the divorce. Same mother who sadly died of cancer few years later, leaving my brother and I to continue to grow up alone by young age. Throw on top chronic back-pain due to few messed up discs and a fucked up ankle, and you get the picture.
It’s another great day in Seattle, we get all our shit in our car, rain jackets, mud shoes, etc you know the drill… definitely I need to walk, we get to Greenlake Park, go around for one lap, it’s a 5k loop. Beautiful, fun, live, perfect little neighborhood, full of small restaurants, breweries, cafes and adorable early 1900 houses. We might have just found our future hood in Seattle. I feel hopeful, things are changing, I am starting to really like this place.
David’s words are stuck in my head…
“You can be born in a fucking sewer and still be the baddest motherfucker on earth.”
― David Goggins