Quit Punching Yourself

I remember as a toddler my playful grandfather would stand over me, wrap both of my small hands into fists and playful, marionette me into boxing my own face. Who knew this self flagellation would stick around.

I spent 36 years of my life thinking the only things worth doing were the hard things. Train for a marathon instead of going for a 10 minute walk every day. Read the text book rather than the graphic novel.

We’re taught that adversity builds character. I want more character, therefor I should seek out adversity.

You have weaknesses? Work on them. Don’t quit until they are all gone.

The idea of leaning into my strengths felt like giving up, the grit-less route. How could one possible get better by doing what they are already good at?

Here I am, close to 40 and just now realizing that sometimes “doing the work”, is failing to realize there is an easier way. I’m actually doing it right now. Writing this feels HARD, therefor it has to be good for me to do it. Not today. I’ll try again when it’s easy.