I used to work out a lot..."use to"..at one point it was so much a part of my identity my friends would kid me that in my baby's crib I'd place a Wall Street Journal and little dumb bells. Working out is another one of those things that regularly dig at me, as something I should take back up, but I'm confounded by the lack of time. And if I ever attempt to allocate time to it, I stress that I'm not using that time to make money. MAKE MONEY....it haunts every waking moment. It's not so much that I'm money hungry, hell, I out grew that years ago, to the point I don't even dream big dreams anymore. Sad but true. I've never seen enough consistent success to believe big dreams are obtainable. I've always been a hard worker...I've learned hard work doesn't count for much if you don't have some luck. I have no luck. Maybe I should adopt a new mantra...FUCK LUCK! It's not about you it's about ME! Okay, there I go again, getting all negative...deep breath, thank happy thoughts, happy, happy, happy....
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