The hardest days are the cold days, the bleak days when there’s no sun, the days of despair when I wake up and try to hold onto dreams I can’t quite remember, but can’t fall back asleep. Outside, the wind makes the temperature feel like zero, but it’s the promise I made myself–I force myself out there, bundled up, to do pushups in the snow.
The alternative only affords more comfort on the surface. Drinking coffee, watching old reruns, arguing over who the hottest witch on Charmed is, basically living a sick day on repeat sounds great until you do it, and your peace of mind rapidly erodes as you shirk responsibility.
Working out everyday is one of two promises I made myself in prison. Not for superficial reasons, like wanting to impress, but because strong bodies make for strong minds, and I can’t be weak-willed anymore.
I may never be forgiven, and I may never make amends for everything I’ve done. I might never have redemption, or reconnect with old friends. I may have ruined my life, and never be a huge success, but that possibility doesn’t mean I won’t try. In the meantime, I’m regaining my trust today, doing pushups in the snow.
Easy Trouble 
We must keep a positive attitude through our hard times
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Do you ever wonder, if we could swop eyes, would the colours still look the same?
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You have a good positive attitude. That’s half the battle in life. Keep moving forward. I think you’re doing great under your current circumstances.
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