November 12, 2022 / 1 Minute Read

the weave

My nose was bleeding.

Probably because I kept getting punched in the face.

But who knows?

My brain is pretty scrambled right now.

“What are you doing??!”

“I’m fighting clearly.”

However, this wasn’t much of a fight.

Bop

Bop

Bop

He hit me with a nasty 3 piece lemon pepper wing combo.

I stumbled, glancing at the crowd as I recoiled.

They stared back as if I was headwound Harry.

“Weave!”

“Dodge!”

“Move!”

“Do something different!”

Easier said than done.

Bop

Bop

Bop

Bop

He hit me with a classic Wendy’s four for four.

I knew what I had to do.

But I just couldn’t.

Actually… I could.

I could move.

I could dodge.

I could do something different.

But maybe…

Just maybe…

I didn’t want to.

Maybe I like the pain.

Maybe I feel like I deserve it.

Maybe I’m just weak.

Maybe I’m the victim.

So I continued on my noble crusade of repeatedly getting punched in the face.

Bop

Bop

Bop

Bop

Bop

The beatdown continued.

And I just took it.

But someone in the back of my mind began to ask questions…

Why are you so dumb?

Why can’t you beat this guy?

Why do you just sit there and take it?

Why do you make the same mistakes over and over?

Why are you scared of success?

Bop.

That was it!

That was the answer!

I don’t like pain.

I’m not weak.

I’m not a victim.

I’m scared…

Scared of my own potential.

Scared of the man I could be.

Scared to take that next step.

I stared across the ring.

He was coming for the knockout.

And then..

I weaved.