Oh, what have I committed myself to? Well, my life is about to get real interesting.

One of my goals over the past couple of years has to been to find more comfort in my body. I need to learn to live in this body because it is the only one I have. Until robot replacements are invented, of course.

Sure, I got told "You Can't..." all of my life. Sometimes that's just part of life that you have people who don't support you. When you're told "You Can't..." so much in life, you start to think it, and that's when you begin to say to yourself, "I Can't...".

Throughout my entire youth, people told me "You Can't..." more times than I can remember. You can't do anything; you can't play baseball, you can't play football, you can't wrestle, you can't sing, you can't be in the play... it went on and on. It was always about what I couldn't do and not what I could do.

Going after your goals isn't hard. You commit to what you want; you visualize it, then hit the ground and get it done. Then there is my brain, which interferes in that normalcy in ways I never quite expect.

One thing I’ve been trying to do more of is to get outside. I’ve already had this nervousness around being outside, especially around nature. After all, nature is where gravity lives and we all know gravity is trying to kill us all every time we get near any edge.