Several months ago, I wrote about the parable of the good wolves and bad wolves battling within.
Here is a quick retell if you aren’t familiar.
A Cherokee grandfather is telling his grandson about the two wolves battling within us all. He tells his grandson that one wolf represents virtue, courage, love, truth and joy. The other represents anger, jealousy, fear and hate. The little one thinks for a moment before asking which one wins. The wise old grandfather responds, “The one you feed.”
It’s a cool story. I love this story. But what does it really mean to “feed the good wolf”?
For me, if you flashback a couple years ago, the bad wolf was winning the battle. Big time.
I was badly out-of-shape, ate poorly, drank too much and slept too little.
And then one day I’d had enough. And that was the day things changed.
Feeding the golf wolf meant getting my health back under control.
Day after day, I reversed these horrendous trends. It took time and it honestly wasn’t a lot of fun most of the time.
But discipline equals freedom.
I started becoming more resilient. Negative events that would have set me back no longer bothered me much.
Priorities became crystal clear. I became more present. In doing so, I became a better husband, a better father and a better friend.
If you’ve got some stuff going on, don’t lose heart. Step back and take stock. Take action. Get healthy.
And then? Get going.
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