Yes, I climbed Mount Everest, but there was a time when I couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs without stopping to catch my breath. I blamed stress and bad circumstances for my two-pack-a-day smoking habit. My thoughts grew darker as the stress packed on, and I’d light up another cigarette. The relief was short-lived. I sank lower and lower, smoking more and more until that fateful day I sat on my kitchen floor and realized I was approaching 40 and couldn’t walk up a simple flight of stairs. I cried for a lot of reasons at that moment. I cried for the years I had missed, but the biggest reason I collapsed on my kitchen floor, was the thought of a future that looked more bleak than the past.
I could have chosen to let that feeling of hopelessness overwhelm me yet again, but I chose a different direction.
I started to pay more attention to my thoughts, something I had never done before. I began to understand how the cause of my anguish was the thoughts I had about my circumstances. Thoughts that played on continuously in my head, keeping me in a constant state of helplessness. Life should be so much more than just existing, but my thoughts had kept me a prisoner for years.
It takes time to take control of the mind, and trust me, it doesn’t relinquish control easily. It takes daily practice. Some days it’s a real battle, but one most certainly worth the effort.
Life should feel worthwhile. It should be an adventure. I was heavily bogged down in my day to day living. My life felt joyless and empty. I thought it would take nothing short of a miracle for my life to change.
It takes persistence, hard work, and patience; but I am a living example of how changing one’s habitual thoughts can and will produce that “miracle”…