No Damsels in Distress

This isn't a fairytale.

I can't manufacture hope out of nothing, like a blanket out of invisible threads woven on some magic loom. There are no magic beans. And no long-haired prince will ride up and save you. 

Even if your life is seriously f***ed, you will have to save yourself.

That sucks, huh?

Or maybe it's the best thing ever.

See, when you're given something you never value it as much as when you earn it. You know that.

So, earn it.

Earn your happy ending, just like you have to earn that PR on your deadlift, or your overhead squat or your fabulous front squat.

Put your heart and soul and all the effort you can muster into what needs fixing in your life.

If it's your business: head down, shoulder to the wheel, start pushing.

If it's your relationships: head up, ears open, find out what's wrong, and figure out how you can adjust your own behavior and make things better. (Actually, read that sentence again – it works for your business too.)

Don't be the damsel in distress, because you know what? Everybody secretly hates that gal. Whining and crying and wanting somebody else to do the work. What kind of attitude is that? F*** her. 

Adjust your own attitude.

Weave your own hope.

Life will get better when you get better.