So… Today was day three since the relapse. I was better today than yesterday, but I’ve made my stand. Three days is enough. Story…
“Thomas Edison devoted ten years and all of his money to developing the nickel-alkaline storage battery at a time when he was almost penniless. Through that period of time, his record and film production was supporting the storage battery effort. Then one night the terrifying cry of fire echoed through the film plant. Spontaneous combustion had ignited some chemicals. Within moments all of the packing compounds, celluloid for records, film, and other flammable goods had gone up with a roar. Fire companies from eight towns arrived, but the fire and heat were so intense and the water pressure so low that the fire hoses had no effect. Edison was sixty-seven years old—no age to begin anew. His son Charles was frantic, wondering if he were safe, if his spirits were broken, and how he would handle a crisis such as this at his age. Charles saw his father running toward him. He spoke first.
He said, “Where’s your mother? Go get her. Tell her to get her friends. They’ll never see another fire like this as long as they live!”
At 5:30 the next morning, with the fire barely under control, he called his employees together and announced, “We’re rebuilding.” One man was told to lease all the machine shops in the area, another to obtain a wrecking crane from the Erie Railroad Company. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, by the way. Anybody know where we can get some money?” (Paraphrased from Charles Edison, “My Most Unforgettable Character,” Reader’s Digest, December 1961, pp. 175–77.)
Virtually everything you now recognize as a Thomas Edison contribution to your life came after that disaster.”
(Taken from “For Times of Trouble,” Jeffrey R. Holland)
That’s how I want to be, like Thomas Edison was in that experience.
Indomitable.
So… three days. That was enough. I’m over it. I’m done. Moving on. Letting go. Getting up. Pushing forward. Kicking trash. Not backing down. Nope. No.
I’m gonna get up at 4:30 tomorrow, even though it’s very late. I’m gonna get back on my routine. I’m gonna bust my butt. I’m gonna succeed gloriously, even if the only success is getting up and pushing forward and not getting down.
No more getting down.
I took three days to get back up and determined this time. Next time, I’ll give myself 2 days. Then 1. Then 12 hours. Then 6. Then 3. Then one. And then… finally… no getting down. Everything goes great? Great. Everything falls apart? Great.
#1. I’m grateful for a couple of pretty easy jobs today. I only did two jobs. It was nice.
#2. I’m grateful to my mother who made some food for me for lunch. Heck, she’s making most everything I eat nowadays. Thanks, mom!
#3. I’m grateful to be back up, back motivated, back determined.
#4. I’m grateful to have made a little money. It hasn’t felt great to be spending lots with nothing coming in.
#5. I’m grateful for the beautiful days. The weather was gorgeous today–60s. Sun. Nice.
Thought of the Day: “Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement—discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Lift the World.
~ stephen
Daily Accountability Summary:
Morning Routine Weighted Success: 51%
Evening Routine Weighted Success: 72%
Pornography/Sex Addiction Battle: 1
To-Do Top 3 Prioritization: 0%
Free of Texting While Driving: I think I pushed it a couple times today. Starting over.
Lift the World 