Why didn’t you tell the truth yesterday? I understand that you had been looking forward to relaxing with your sister and watching a movie. It’s completely reasonable that your feelings were hurt when she wanted to finish her book instead of chill with you, but under no circumstances did you have license to speak falsely to yourself.
I can remember it like yesterday (maybe that’s because it was yesterday), feet pounding, mind chanting, chest heaving, arms working. This would be the day you set a new personal record. Every stride counted. At the start you picked a speedy yet sustainable pace. Now maintaining that pace through labored breathing and lagging legs was your only key to victory.
Remember when you were training your fifteen mile bike for your triathlon last summer and the sky broke loose on the last mile and a half? What did you do?
You clung to the handlebars and headed home!
There’s so much to be said for boarding a train and enjoying the journey. When you get on a train you first choose your destination. Once on board you relax and read. True, you might change trains along the way, but you trust the railroad tracks to get the train where you need to go.
In twenty years you’re going to look back on life and regret the way you lived. Contrary to popular opinion, just because you’re overbooked doesn’t mean you’re living your best life. Just because you’re not squandering your hours with mindless activities, parties, and retail jobs doesn’t mean you’re doing what matters most. And, just because you rearrange your schedule every Sunday doesn’t mean you value your time. In the same way that someone will one day regret that they frivolously whiled away their youth you will regret the intensity with which you stressed yours away.
Hope is a funny thing – an influential thing. It impacts your health, your decisions, and your actions. But hope is simply the sum of the thoughts you choose to think.
If you are thinking about how there is not enough time or you don’t have what it takes, the result is hopelessness. But if you choose to determine in your heart that God will make a way where there seems to be no way or that a lesson can be learned in every situation you have just set yourself up a hope equation.
Loving yourself isn’t about you, it’s about others.
All your life you have been taught to serve, lay your life down for others, and go out of your way to make others’ lives better. That’s not wrong. But…
How do you expect to love others if you don’t know how to love yourself?
If you’re never giving to yourself, what do you expect to give when you’ve burned out?
If you’re never thinking about yourself, what are you thinking of others?
Can you imagine doing everything that you love and always dreamed of all day every day? Of course you can, because you have. For the last year you have mentored young women, read to your siblings, published a book, hosted a conference, coordinated a flashmob, directed a ballroom dance program for youth, trained for triathlons, and toured the Mediterranean for four weeks. Your life has been the epitome of your dream come true! But even in the midst of this dream-come-true-life you felt as though you were living a nightmare.
There’s magic that happens when you embrace your weaknesses and explore your strengths.
It allows you to be fully you.
But most importantly, it allows you to fully appreciate others.
Balance is a lie.
It’s a loser’s game.
And, the age old secret of illusionists.
Even gymnasts know there is no such thing as balance but only the audience’s perception of balance. Gymnasts distribute their weight so that they look balanced, but in all honesty their weight is not dispersed evenly. They appear balanced because they are counterbalancing. By centering their mind and muscles on a certain position they displace the rest of their weight to make their feat possible. In other words, balance is just an illusion.
I know life is full right now. Your to-do list is two pages long, you have a rough draft on a book due in a month, you’re trying to eat healthy and help your friend be strong enough to complete her first triathlon on May 1st, you’ve got flights to book, things to clean, pants to mend, and siblings to love.
You’re busy. But don’t let it be said that chores and chaos screamed so loud you slammed your book down to answer them.
When you walk into your garage/home-gym, rocking your champion workout leggings, pumped to kill your Friday work-out and find twenty pieces of “schmidt” wood scattered beneath a mattress, which is weighted down by a 100lb punching bag, topped with a full sized ladder you’re ready to kill your brothers who left this mess in your home gym.