Monday, October 1, 2012
You Mean Jack Sh*t To Me
“You don’t know Jack Sh*t.”
“I ain’t got Jack Sh*t”
“That don’t mean Jack Sh*t to me.”
Except I like to think that we’ve changed the meaning of those words, you and I.
Over the past few years, I’ve tried to make it about a pilgrimage towards better health, sometimes charging and sometimes stumbling but always pointed towards a better place.
And you’ve helped make it stick by visiting me here from time to time and supporting what I’m trying to do because… well, you’re on a journey towards a better, healthier place, too.
Charging and stumbling, stumbling and charging, we’re getting up each morning and greeting our day with focus and commitment. We're not perfect... God knows I'm not and I'd bet big that you aren't either... but our hearts are in the right place even if our belts are currently resting in the wrong notch.
We are on a journey, each in our own way, each at our own pace, and if there are others out there who don’t get what we’re trying to do… well…
They don’t know me.
They don’t know you.
They don’t know Jack Sh*t.