“When I see weakness in a person, I just want to hurt them,” a friend of mine told me recently.
If she weren’t an international boxing champion, this might scare me a little.
She’s become instinctive about finding weakness in her opponents and using it to her advantage in the ring. Outside the ring, it gives her a sense about people. Though she doesn’t go around hitting random strangers, her insight helps me to stay focused on my own goals.
After all, the mind determines whether you go to the gym or stay in your sweatpants eating Swiss chocolate every day.
It’s incredible what weakness will keep you from. It keeps you from achieving that goal weight. It keeps you from signing up for that race, that once-in-a-lifetime event. It keeps you from living a life that makes you happy.
It keeps you hiding in the alley while the parade passes by; and all you can do is scour the street when it’s gone, peeling pieces of dirty confetti off the pavement, and wishing you’d been part of the jubilance.
We all have it sometimes.
I feel lucky I have a friend who can identify it when I’m standing so close, I can’t see it.
Then I can step back, look it square in the face and knock it out.