Giving up sucks

In every single trip in my life there arrives a moment where I regret having left my place. ‘I don’t need this’, I tell myself. ‘I was so comfy reading on my sofa. Why did I have to hit the road again?’ The temptation to drop my bags and head back is very difficult to resist.

But if travelling sucks, once you’ve made up your mind to drag your arse out there, giving up in the middle of the trip and running back home like a scared puppy with your tail between your legs sucks even more – unless there is a powerful reason for doing so, of course, like running away from the lady in black (here in the pic).

Giving up simply because you can’t cope with stress sucks. Some days ago I read in the Spanish press about a young Australian tennis player with great potential who’s losing it – his negativity and lack of motivation have ruined his chances in the US Open. I guess he did nothing to fight his negative feelings or what he did was not enough.

Maybe I should start to mentally train as a top level sport person to build on all those fashionable skills – endurance, assertivity, mindfulness, whatever. I’m surfing around with little success, so if you have any tantra to share with me, please do.

Thanks Nicky. Your failure, my inspiration.