You know me, I fall off the ball. It's not because things outside of my control knock me off the ball, I just get sort of tired of being up there. Once I begin to entertain thoughts of getting off the ball, there's a good chance I've already fallen off.
Once I am off the ball, a tiny voice in my head will continually hound me to get back up there. In return, I will continually resist it.
Eventually the voice gives up, and I can finally wallow in my stagnant, off-the-ball state, free of mental harassment.
In a way, this is when I've hit bottom - not the dramatic kind where I wake up in a ditch on the side of the road reeking of urine and regrettable life choices. This is the bottom of any little dip in the ol' roller coaster of life.
What I have to remember is that whenever I reach this point - the point where I'm probably sitting in a dark room and looking deep into the middle distance - things are going to get better. Because when you hit bottom, you have nowhere to go but up.
So, just as I get tired of being on the ball, I always get tired of being off of it as well. I'm a very fickle person.
Whenever I've neglected my health, my hygiene, my social life, my productivity, (or everything at once), I have to remember that it's temporary. I will eventually want to get back on the ball. And feeling that you want to get back on the ball is always a better place to start than feeling you have to get back on the ball, if you ask me.
So here we go, folks! I am getting back on the ball. With this blog. With my attitude. With my health. With my friends. And with life in general. It's going to be good.
Are there any balls you're ready to get on?
Interpret that last sentence as you like.