Don’t you dare say you can’t do hard things.
That’s totally me, talking to myself. Totally.
I stood in Chicago, in October, at the Marathon my daughter was running and as I waited to catch a glimpse and cheer for her, I watched every size, every shape, condition, age, disease, “excuse” and “fear”, run by me.
I cried. I watched amazing humans overcoming more than I could imagine. And it convicted me. I saw what believing, and showing up afraid, and just getting out of their own heads and comfort zones and fears… and just givng it a shot, trying…could look like. And it was so moving. So inspirational! Did I mention I cried?
That was October, 2018 and it’s taken me four months to type another blog post here. Because I get scared. I wonder. I over think. I fear. If you’re into the Enneagram.. I’m a 6. (nuff said)
Here I am tho…showing up afraid. And believing more of this “marathon minded” kind of empowerment for myself. My daughter is flanked by two bestie’s in this picture and they are all #warriors. Running for a cure for Huntington’s disease. ( another story. another day. another post.)
If they can do that… If my daughter, who was never a runner, can train and enter as her very first marathon, the Chicago Marathon… then I… can start to train myself at the hard things too. I can make new habits. I can create time to show up for myself, do the work, type the words, push “publish”…
Even if I’m not sure it’s going to be great. Even if I’m not sure anyone will read it. Even if it makes my tummy hurt.
New year. No more excuse.
It’s in these small ways, we begin to change our world. I stood on the sidewalk watching thousands of people run for their “lives”… but in doing it, they changed mine. The powerful images of those amazing humans are pressed into my memory permanently. I hope someday, you get to watch a Marathon like this one. And I pray, someday… you realize, like me, that the marathon you’re running in life… needs you to show up for it too. Courageous. Afraid. But doing it anyway.
Dear Lord, this little blog can be a place for that kind of difference too. Help me show up courageous. Help me do the work. Help me let go of Fear and in all that… Help me show “them”, YOU.