Saturday: A Setback Down the Track
Another early start, 7:30 training on the Yarra. Reading the morning meditations, what possible setbacks could I face today? Might be traffic on the road on the way to rowing, rowing may go over time, might just miss the train home or might be delays, might injure myself at rowing. Anyways I got in the car with my Dad and he said, “We shouldn’t be more than 20 minutes,” to which I replied, “It doesn’t really matter if we’re late.”
Thinking about the midday exercise, I decided to go with a fall into poverty. My first thought about that was, I really have no idea what I would do if I did become impoverished. I decided that my first port of call would to maybe get some help with a charity like red-cross for example and then try to get some form of job to start with, even if it was low pay. Maybe I could get help from family, but then that may depend on the situation I was in and whether or not they wouldn’t or couldn’t actually help me for some reason. I started to realise there were just so many variables that could be involved so I ended up sticking just with my first few points and then would just try to work my way back up.
Evening text time, did I really do anything today with a passion as though it would be my last act? I trained hard at rowing, leaving my hands a bit screwed like always, but that was no different to any other training. It’s just so hard to do anything as though you could never do it again, especially being so young, thinking you’ve basically got forever to live, you’ll always have time to do something again.

