Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.
Day 54’s Topic: Toughness.
Yay, up to post No. 54 of this blog series! This particular number, 54, has always been my favorite for some reason. I don’t really know why. It just is.
Anyway, I just feel a lot tougher as of late. Well, I mean that I am physically, mentally and emotionally tougher than before. Especially if you compare to the me from five years ago.
The me from back then wouldn’t have been able to do what I have been doing. To bounce back from the pits of depression from being temporarily unemployed again for a few months started to show some cracks on the surface. However, once that problem was fixed, the fortitude came in its place.
When I say I was a weakling before, I wasn’t kidding. Like, for example, I had a hard time working my restaurant job for more than three days a week. That’s how physically deficient I was at the time. Those three days literally wiped me out. I lacked the energy, and the gumption, to clench my teeth to go for a whole week’s worth of work like a normal person has to do for a living.
But over time, I grew stronger. Growing up forced me to strengthen both my resolve and ability to endure more hours each week.
Heck, this restaurant job I currently work at entails me to work at least six days a week on most occasions, but I have found myself more than resilient enough to stick with this without losing a beat, more or less.
This is a good thing. After all, if I couldn’t put up with it, I would be aching and crying for some relief. But in the real world, most people have to do this kind of workload by default. It’s only natural.
I can’t help it. It’s just part of my work ethic I was taught growing up. And now, my body has at least become a bit sturdier from the hardships and whatnot. Nonetheless, I won’t say I am like some unstoppable juggernaut or anything like that.
Far from it.
If anything, I am just a more tenacious person than ever before. This would be more accurate of a description.
Believe me. I was someone who threw in his share of towels for whatever reason. The going got a bit tough, and I ended up quitting a few times. I regret the decisions now of course, but looking back at it all … I would have hated myself for conceding so easily.
You commit. You have to do the work.
If you don’t, why bother?
Work is a privilege, after all.
“Get good. Be better.” – Nhan Fiction