So I posted a shorter version of this on Facebook and Mom (love you) called me out for not blogging so to the blog I go. It doesn't matter how old you are, when Mom calls you out, you respond and respect.
Yes, it started as a workout I didn't let myself down (okay, I did but then I grew up and realized no I didn't, I damn well rocked it) and, as I read it again, I realized, it applies to so much more in my life right now. Sorry, if you saw the short version on FB, you are about to read it again and oh so much more (dah-ling).
Going into the studio this morning I knew that it was a 2000 meter row benchmark and I set a goal - under 12 minutes. As I warmed up, I decided under 10 minutes would be awesome. After I was done, I was not only under 10 minutes, I was under 8:30 and found myself saying 'Oh self, if you hadn't gone out so hard at the start, you could have done under 8 minutes. What is wrong with you?' Let me answer myself: me, that is what is wrong - me, myself and I. If my kids had said, 'I had this goal and I beat it yet I should have done better' I would have told them to shut up and be proud of beating their goal! Life is about putting one foot in front of the other and you aren't truly succeeding unless you set realistic goals and beat them along the way. Now, you might not beat them the first, second or even third time you try, but celebrate them when you do! So, instead of thinking 'I should have beat 8 minutes' I am going to say I rowed 8:24:2 for a 2000m row this morning! YEAH!
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| Maggie assured me this one delicious |
I have had a similar, yet different, experience with my garden. Those of you who really know me know that I love fresh cut flowers. I think they can brighten a room, change a mood, and they are already dead so I am not in danger of killing them. Well, this year I started a garden in raised beds. It started with two raised beds and has now grown to two raised beds, three pots of veggies, 3 hanging pots and 2 planters including 1 of poinsettias that I have kept growing since Christmas. These are things I kill any time I try yet they are all thriving. We have enjoyed the spices, I am getting more and more creative with ways to use them, but the veggies have been a challenge. My first tomato finally turned red and my first thought was 'My beefsteak tomato is the size of a crab apple'. Honest to goodness small but red tomato that can be eaten before the squirrels or my dogs. Speaking of dogs, I did not get to enjoy my first red tomato as Maggie - yellow lab - decided it was for her and by the time I saw it, the small piece I was able to wash and try was not taste-able (it is a word as I hyphened it an all words are good with a hyphen). However, after my workout this morning, I had 2 more red tomatoes and instead of being sad about the size, I danced around with my little tomatoes and promised to eat them today. I am very easily excited by little things - not one person is surprised. YEAH!
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| I danced over these two beauties |
I am often accused of always finding the silver lining even when not one person wants to see it, and it is annoying at times to always see an upside. I am also accused of being harder on myself than I am on others. Neither one of these things can be denied so I won't try.
Believe me, there are days I break completely down and can't see the good side of a situation even if it is sitting in my lap. I am working on it and being honest about the fact that it isn't always sunshine and rainbows, but that goals don't have to be big, life isn't perfect, accepting that is as important as embracing it. Let's remember to be proud of ourselves and each other too, let's remember to accept some days there might not seem to be anything to be proud about. YEAH for everyone who got out of bed today, who set a realistic goal, whether you beat it or not! I am proud of you! YEAH for everyone who beat your goals and set know ones! YEAH for everyone accepting that some days we don't want to get out of bed and celebrate a reached goal! Moral of all of this? I am proud of you!
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