Strength is a Process

There’s a rumor going around. It’s the “get (fill the blank) quick” ghost. It sounds great. Eat this thing for a week, chant this mantra, do this exercise, and *bang* you’re healed.

Yes, maybe over time it will make a difference. And yes, sometimes there are stories of instant success. But for the most part it takes a while.

Think about growing up. It takes time to walk and talk and chew your food and pretty much everything else. You may skip a step, but it still takes time.

This goes the same for strength building of any kind. People say it’s a no-brainer. Do this thing, change this factor, and everything will just work out. I say, it takes time.

You want to get to point B, even Z. You have to start with A. You start with nothing. You’re broken and you’re scared. Then it’s on to damage control, picking up pieces and seeing if the ground will hold me. Then, once things begin to get okay, you start to get comfortable. When you start getting comfortable, then you can start taking risks, because there is the notion that there is some semblance of net to catch you if you fall. It’s not a chronological process. You’ll go back and forth all the time. Maybe you’ll skip lots of steps and then something happens and you’ll sail back even behind where you started. It happens. Trust the process. Keep going.

Allow others the same grace. Oftentimes, we forget how far we’ve come and how long it took us to get here. To us, it’s overnight. But remember that it wasn’t. Be gracious and encouraging. Let others know your story. A realistic view of life helps more than you know.

Together, we can build a stronger, more beautiful world, except you gotta be in it for the long haul to make it happen.

 

Stretch

Today I strummed chords I seldom play

and sang notes I seldom sing.

My fingers strained to strike the frets

My voice trembled at the top of my register.

After I was done, I felt strangely alive

and wondered why I so often hold back

from these places,

these wonderful places,

where my blood races

and my spirit soars.

A pox upon the demon of the commonplace,

holding its infamous net of security

and three cheers to the angel of uncertainty,

who calls us “to come and die and find that I

may truly live.”

I Like to Live Dangerously

I’m always amazed by risk takers.

Some who know what they are getting into, others just dive in blind.

Of course, it’s good to be safe, but breaking down borders,

exceeding expectations, pushing the envelope beyond where the safety net lies.

These are the dreamers, these are the inspirers

these are the scouts, the trailblazers, and the visionaries

I am so grateful for all of them,

for because of them I see through the hedges,

to a bright view of tomorrow.

How lovely it is!