From BlueManChew, posting 5/8/18 in August '18:
For as strange as we all are, we seem to conform to a norm. That norm is quit.
That norm is sleepless nights and dip dreams early on. That norm is anxiety and uncaused and intense anger, and slamming doors and breaking windows (me), and without any real provocation, chucking a griddle with half-cooked Sunday morning pancakes into the kitchen sink (me again.)
The norm is depression, worry, fog, and staring at a task for 30 minutes and not having lifted a finger. The norm is seeking just a moment of reprieve, and being painfully aware of the bitch who lurks just beyond the periphery.
The norm is feeling frustration after 30, 60, and a 100 days wondering why the fuck I still crave, or why is it still so goddamn hard? Or will it ever end?
The norm is the grind, e.d.d., a.d.d, and brotherhood.
The norm is peace of mind and health, of self-confidence, better sleep, calm, personal advancement, opportunity, and more productivity.
The norm now is winning.
Whether on day 1,000 or day 1, the norm is QUIT.
In QUIT, there are no strangers.
PTBQWY - BMC day 213