The Chip on the Shoulder

I’d be lying to you if I said I didn’t carry a chip on my shoulder. It’s not the most appealing attribute I possess, but it has been something I’ve carried for quite some time.

I was talking with one of my clients the other day and we were talking about age. I remarked to her how people from time to time are surprised to learn I’m actually in my 30s and not my 20s. “It’s likely cause you’re in such great shape,” she told me.

I thanked her for the compliment, but responded back by saying despite the fact of how I look now, I still see myself as that fat 19-20 year old and to an farther degree, that scrawny 9 year old kid with glasses and the bottoms of coke bottles for lenses. It’s a curse really, but one that still keeps my “feet on the ground” for the most part.

Today, I was feeling the weight of that chip on my shoulder today. It was Leg Day today and I certainly did my best to channel said weight into something productive. It worked, but it was as a struggle.

The struggle was more mental than physical. Story of my life.

Physically, I’m great, but from a mental standpoint, I was torn in various directions. I felt angry, helpless, powerful, morose, and at some moments, cold.

I didn’t want to talk to anyone much less look at anybody, yet I still wanted to get my job done.

I suppose I could have skipped the gym, but I know better .

At the time of this writing, I’m certainly in a far better mood (good news can do that), but I don’t regret going to the gym and getting my job done.

Point being-we all have those days. The weight of the world (along with that chip) can mentally bring you down, but do what you can to navigate yourself through those mental barriers and get the job done.

Fuck the obstacles and fuck the chip.



Until next time,



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