If you knew you could not fail?
Wow, that quote opens up so many things doesn’t it? If you knew you could do anything, what would that anything look like? Hard to wrap your mind around that one, isn’t it? Nearly impossible.
And the reason I’m thinking this way is because of a new account I’m working with. The organization’s name is “Make Yes Happen!” and that’s what they do – Make Yes Happen, for anybody and everybody. Whatever your “yes” is, whatever you set as your next goal or challenge, they’ll help you get there. Want to run a marathon but need sponsorship? They can help. Need coaching or help getting to the next level with your goals? They can do that too! These folks are amazing and I’m really glad to say they’re a part of our Lakeland community. These are the people we need more of in L-Town… people who will help make our community “Yes” happen! People who can help us find a way when we think there’s just no way.
There’s always a way.
In talking with one of the principals of Make Yes Happen over the last two weeks the thing I’ve been reminded of most is the huge number of “yes’s” we’ve made happen this year. Truly, it’s been a very productive year for us. But it certainly didn’t start out that way. In fact, looking back at the beginning, I remember too well how hard making that first yes happen actually turned out to be. It almost didn’t.
I remember signing up for our first real 5k last year, sending off the $120, and then thinking no more about it. Life got in the way. We didn’t train. You know the story. So, apparently running a 5k requires more than just writing a check? Yeah? Who knew? Of course we finally remembered this in late December, while we were wine tasting in Paso Robles, exactly ten days before the event, when we looked at each other and said “no way!” However, after unsuccessfully trying to either get a refund or move to another event, that answer became “way!” And we did it. We survived. Yes, we ran a 17 min/mile… yes, we only ran a fraction of the entire event… but we did it. And the feeling? It was incredible. Because we made our first “Yes” happen. No, it wasn’t pretty. We didn’t set a Personal Record. But you know what? No matter how slow you are you’re still faster than everybody who’s still sitting on the couch.
Yep… you are.
And today we’ve run many 5ks since that first one, and we’re less than 90 days away from our first Half Marathon and our next big “Yes”. And that’s why I’m asking the question about what you’d do if you knew you wouldn’t fail? Because when we started our journey we knew we could quit, we knew we could get hurt… we knew we could fail, but still we tried. We were laughed at, eyerolled, and nobody I think believed we’d do this. But we have. We are making our Yes’s happen. And this is why I love Make Yes Happen… because they’re helping people just like us do this too and their enthusiasm for what they’re doing is irresistible!
So the next time you think about something that’s a huge challenge. Something that you think you cannot do. Think about it some more. Think hard. And let go of the fear. Make your Yes happen! And if you need help with that? I may just know people who can help with that
Sharing from a friend… because I’m a long-time victim of perfection paralysis. Imagine how good you could be if you just let go of perfect?
Yes… indeed… more of the thankful… and damned glad to share it. Because there are so many who aren’t. Like the people having fist fights in the WalMart over cheap chinese crap.
Yes, it happened again. Amazing. Truly amazing.
But anyway, I’m not grateful for cheap Chinese crap this year… although I did buy some of it. Yes, I’m part of the Black Friday (or Brown Thursday) problem… but I did minimize my footprint pretty well and only bought exactly what I intended and what was on sale and I got a great deal on a TV for my Dad and Step-Mom… so there’s that. So overall I consider the shopping successful, with some national and some local thrown in on Saturday just to spread the wealth.
And, of course, I’m infinitely grateful for all of the delicious food I got to eat this weekend. Amazing food, provided yet again by Chef Denny Trantham, assisted by the lovely Natalie. Farm to table rocks y’all… and Denny has turned it into an artform. Truly. There aren’t enough words to do it justice. I’ll use delicious, but that’s so inadequate. Next year the feast is at our house… and I only hope I can do it justice. Big shoes and all that.
Also, there was a good time had in Asheville yet again, but that’s to be expected by this point. We love that town… one day we’ll be part-time residents I know. Roaming the streets, soaking in the cold bite of Winter… it’s a nice change from our lingering Florida heat. No, I’m not interested in living there full-time, but a visit to Winter and Snow and Stick Season is good. It reminds me again why I love it there, and why I love home when I get back.
But that still wasn’t the best part.
The best part? The really, really best part? That’s easy. It was getting to spend some time with the people I love. Who love me back. And remembering again how lucky I am to have every one of them in my life. I remember. I may not always act grateful, but I am. Truly, I am. And although I may not say so, I’m glad they’re in my life. Always.
Even when I think I’m not.
So with this, I’m drawing a close to the Month of Gratitude. I’m grateful that I had it. Grateful that I lived it. Grateful that I was able to share it with all of you. Thanks for reading… thanks for being a friend… thanks… I’m grateful.
Because sometimes we all have to put up the “Filter” in order to enjoy our family time together…
On this Thanksgiving week know that I’m thankful for all of you and I love you all! Hope your holiday is filled with the the sweet, the tasty, the wonder, and the love… and if all else fails…
So I’m sure all of you are sicksicksick to the death of reading what everyone is thankful for. I know I am… and let me just state for the record that all of you really need to just build a check list and click the boxes. Sameness. Seriously, so much sameness. And I laugh when I read these because I mostly think about all of the times I read and hear y’all ranting about the things you’re now saying you’re thankful for. And I’m hopeful that your object of thankfulness remembers your abject words of gratitude the next time you’re ranting at them again… that might be the only thing that keeps them in the house.
But anyway, after the admonishment and incredulity, it’s time for me to do the same thing. Only mine is different this year, but that probably doesn’t surprise any of you… am I right? And, before I go into it, I feel the need to state, for the record, that I’m just as grateful as all of you for all the same things you’re giving thanks for. Truly. And I tell the people in my life that as much as possible. Because that’s important. But this year has been different. This year, in fact, might personally be called my year of discontent, and my year of searching, and so I’m grateful for something totally different. And when I say grateful I mean that in a different way entirely. Because sometimes you’re grateful for things that you didn’t necessarily want when you got them. That’s this year.
This year is not what I wanted.
But this year is what I got… and I’m learning to appreciate it for what it’s been. A journey. At times harder than others. And at times far simpler than I ever expected. This year I’m thankful for the passage of time. Time that I spent emotionally breaking down, cocooning, learning how to be alone and together, and precious time that I spent on me. I’ve mourned this year, I’ve cried, I’ve laughed, I’ve been quiet, and mainly I’ve re-examined me to see if I still like her. The good news is that I do… but the good and bad news is that I see more change coming for me. Because of all this time I’ve taken with me, because of the searching I’ve done and I’m still doing, because my journey is continuing.
The road goes on forever.
Looking at your life, mourning what you’ve lost fully and completely, this is hard work. It takes time. It takes being okay with sadness and understanding that sadness isn’t permanent. But doing this work, this year, was vitally important for me. For my ability to survive the next loss, and the next, and the next.
Survival is the goal.
In just this last year I’ve fallen in and out of like & love with a million things big and small, planned a million plans that I won’t start or finish, started an entirely new life direction and debated that decision continually ever since, made myself healthier (and smaller) than I’ve been in years, pushed myself to run further than I ever thought possible, and accepted my losses and failures with at least a little grace. I’ve made myself and other people laugh and think, loved myself and them when neither deserved it, and laughed, and cried, and flirted, and yelled throughout it all.
I am healthier mentally and physically right now than I was a year ago, due to the work I’ve done and the work I continue to do. And that was my goal, when I got this dubious gift of time to heal, and I decided to move forward and do it. To start finally fixing me. And I’m on my way. Oh I still miss the missing from my life with a fierceness that doesn’t abate, but I’ve found a way through it that will allow me to be okay. I am okay.
So that, in a nutshell, is my thankful thot this year… thank you Universe for time. Time isn’t always a gift but this year it’s my treasure. Use yours wisely this next year. Allocate it in a way that carries meaning. Make it count.
Because you never know when you might run out.
So here we are, another Monday, and yet not quite the same. No two are ever alike I think.
I hope anyway.
And this week feels better somehow. Even though nothing has changed in any discernible way. It still has. Changed that is. Things are different. And although I’ll never be counted as a fan of Mondays this one might be okay.
This one is different.
So, because this is my annual week of thankfulness, when I take the time to pause and remember what I’m grateful for, I’ll kick it off with this bit of puzzlement:
I’m grateful for Mondays.
Life is a balance of good and bad, sublime and awful, beautiful and sordid… Mondays are a part of that order of things. How could we know to love Saturdays if we didn’t have Mondays to compare them to?
Would we ever know how sweet dessert is if we never had to eat our vegetables?
Mondays are the vegetables of our lives. They can be mundane, horrifying, or simply awful, but they teach things that we cannot learn on Thursdays. So I am grateful for Mondays. Because as long as you are still learning you are still living. And as long as you’re still living then you’re still alive.
Live on. To Monday and beyond.
“And I told him, I said: “One day you’re going to miss the subway because it’s not going to come. One of these days, it’s going to break down and it’s not going to come around and everyone else will just wait for the next one or will take the bus, or walk, or run to the next station: they will go on with their lives. And you’re not going to be able to go on with your life! You’ll be standing there, in the subway station, staring at the tube. Why? Because you think that everything has to happen perfectly and on time and when you think it’s going to happen! Well guess what! That’s not how things happen! And you’ll be the only one who’s not going to be able to go on with life, just because your subway broke down. So you know what, you’ve got to let go, you’ve got to know that things don’t happen the way you think they’re going to happen, but that’s okay, because there’s always the bus, there’s always the next station…you can always take a cab.”