So there’s “Just Do it” – we’ve all heard that one.
How about this gem from Walt Disney: ” You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you. ”
Look around and you’ll find tons of fabulous admonitions meant to propel us through the sludge of our inability to move forward (or even move, for that matter).
I’m sitting here today at the computer to put these words out there and quite frankly to pat myself on the back for breaking through just a bit today.
You see, in the last 2 years (almost to the day), I’ve lost my two older siblings, neither of whom were particularly old when they died – Patrick was 60, Elle was 69.
I find myself stuck…no…make that weighed down…as if by gravity times 10. As I staggered under that realization I think I wanted that weight to be lifted or to become less dense or something so I could get back on track to some degree anyway, but I decided today that wasn’t going to work that way.
So, I had a business meeting, worked on cleaning up some stuff that was preventing me from working on my latest art project, and wandered into the fitness studio.
I set up my hex bar for some squats. Started at 185, went quickly to 235, upped it just a bit to 255 and now I can’t remember that feeling of being weighed down at all. I know that I just pushed a total of 427 pounds off the floor (the bar + me) and I know that over the course of the lift today I’ve pushed well over 10,000 pounds off the ground!
Now I know that for some of you those numbers sound big, for others, they’re nothing much. Today, for me, they represent more than 5 tons I moved piece by piece, but I moved them.
I moved a bit of the ache and a bit of the loss and unstuck my heart from the pit…just a bit, but it moved!
I didn’t plan on anything, I just wanted to accomplish something, to achieve something, to feel movement – to beat the s*** out of inertia both physical and emotional.
So I did “just do it” and hey, my teeth are still intact.
Maybe I’m not doing so badly after all.