An aging writer with very opinionated ideas and a healthy dose of sarcasm to boot.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Rocky Balboa and 2011
As I watched 2011 introduce herself, I couldn't help but be thankful that 2010 was over. In fact, I think alot of people are grateful last year is over.
As I've mentioned in some posts last year, it was a year of sadness, grief, anger, despair, changes and huge lessons learned. It wasn't for naught and that's a good thing. The most painful situations are some of life's best lessons. I was humbled and determined to be a good student and learn my lessons accordingly. However, the bombardment of life crashing down around me threw me into a perpetual state of feeling punch drunk. The scene in every Rocky movie where he is facing a huge opponent and is savagely beaten until he pulls himself up by the bootstraps to dig deep and discover his strength once again strikes a familiar chord.
That moment in time when he is whirling from the intensity of punches is something we can all relate to. In fact, instead of a huge fighter swinging hellacious punches at me, it was only 2010. I've already begun the process of pulling myself up by my bootstraps and it takes time and constant determination.