Recently recovering from a lingering three-week bout of being ravaged by the flu and an ongoing losing battle with a sound engineer to get a four-month-behind-schedule project completed, I found myself suffering with a case of depression. I was down in the dumps! Or as Belva, my wife, partner, friend and confidant put it, “Mopey.”
I was buried under a mountain of unfinished projects, products of being ‘on-the-ropes’ with the ague; which left me questioning, not how long it would take me to dig out but if I could dig out! And the “Never Ending Project” wasn’t helping matters, either—my self-image, along with my reputation, looked to me to be, down-for-the-count!
I found myself contemplating giving up, ‘throwing in the towel’—I was asking myself, “What’s the use?” I had no energy. No ‘get-up,’ let alone ‘go.’ I spent my waking hours sitting in my chair, watching the news, old movies, new movies, anything but my work. I felt like throwing in the towel!
I have never been a quitter or someone you can back down. I was born and raised in a generation where you weren’t afraid to skin your knuckles or taste your own blood to defend your reputation, your turf or prove a point. I’ve gone toe-to-toe with cowboys, loggers, millworkers and farmers, many of which were a head taller and fifty to a hundred pounds heavier because of a disparaging word. And I was a boxer in my early years—128 fights, both armature and professional. And here I was, getting my butt kicked by an emotional condition.
It was right about then I remembered one of the cardinal rules recited to me by every referee, in every bout I fought in the ring , “Defend yourself at all times.” And one of the ways you do that is to ‘roll with the punches.’ For you novices to the ‘Sweet Science’ (Boxing), that means, step back or to one side as you are being hit, moving in the same direction of the punch, so that you do not receive the full force of the blow—takes the sting out of it.
I had been standing there flat-footed absorbing punishment like a punching bag, instead of up on my toes, rolling with the punches and giving as good as I got. Well, no more. I got off my butt, and quit having my pity party and got back to work.
I told myself, I can only do so much, but I can do a lot if I apply myself. I prioritized what I had to do in order of importance. I let everyone know I had been ill but I was back to normal and please be patient.
I’m slowly digging out from under the pile of projects that need finishing; delayed starting any new ones until I’m sure I can work them in; and with Belva’s help, set a fire under the sound engineer. The “Never Ending Project” is once again making progress.
Life can be a “Bitch” at times but if you learn to “Roll with the Punches” you can stay in the fight and maybe come out a winner. It beats the crap out of being ‘Mopey’.