So since the last time I wrote a blog post, I’ve had the pleasure of riding the roller coaster also known as adult life following student life.
For the brief few months that I’ve been on this ride, I can honestly say that I liken “real life” following university as being just like being thrown into a professional boxing match for the first time.
Similar to competing in a boxing match for the first time: you can’t fully appreciate how good or experienced the opponent is, until life starts to throw it’s first couple jabs at you, before hitting you with a solid right hook.
I thought the first round of jabs that I had to take, such as struggling to find time to properly market and develop BrighThinking whilst working full-time was going to be my biggest problem. But then I was hit with a right hook so hard it could’ve swore it came from Anthony Joshua: family issues…
I won’t go into the nitty gritty of exactly what’s been going on in my family’s personal life. However things at home have been more testing for me over the last few months, than they’ve ever been before, and I don’t say this lightly.
Now the reason why I decided to start this post with the boxing metaphor, is because in many ways I think that being a great boxer relates to life in general. Whilst some of the greatest fighters reached success based off of how quickly they could win their next match-up, many gained success and the respect of those around them because of how hard a hit they could take, and still fight back to win.
If I’m completely honest, I’ve spent a lot of the past few months stumbling and limping following the initial hits I’ve had to take. But seeing as I’m not down and out yet, I think it’s time for me to stand up tall, recompose myself, and start planning how I’m going to make my next moves really count.