A Little Pick-Me-Up

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I never got around to writing about my hand injury. Sorry about that! The truth is I’m going through some major personal stuff, and I just don’t have it in me right now to write everything I want to say. I really wish I could, because I know it would make me feel better. But for now, I’m going to skim by with these cute little inspirational posters to let you know I’m still here, albiet a little tired & slightly lost. Anyway, cheers to the weekend! xo

-Rebecca The Red

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With everything that has happened to you, you can either feel sorry for yourself or treat what has happened as a gift. Everything is either an opportunity to grow or an obstacle to keep you from growing. You get to choose. – Dr. Wayne Dyer

 

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This Is The Part Where I Give Up

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Everything was going so well. It seemed like overnight I was impassioned with visions; visions of success, confidence, of humility, triumph, and kicking every fear I’ve ever had right square in the face. I was filled with a feeling of knowing that everything I ever wanted or needed, I would have. I didn’t know how, I just knew it would be so.

So, I started writing it all down. I started making plans. I had glimpses of the path I would need to take, the people I would want to meet and connect with, the articles I would write, and the PR’s I would get in CrossFit along the way. The ideas were flowing in such abundance, that I often felt like I just needed to go outside and scream at the top of my lungs; releasing the pressure of all the bursting joy and appreciation, which can sometimes be just as overwhelming as its opposite.

And then there was a hiccup – actually, there were a few. Because that’s just how this thing works. If there’s anything in life you can count on (besides the obvious . . . yourself), it’s contrast. The higher you go, the harder your potential fall will be. This is the stuff movies are made of. The rise, the fall, and finally . . . how the hero or heroine manages to pick up all of the broken pieces and put them back together again. The rebuild is where our characters are forged. It’s not how we go down that matters, but rather how we get back up which verily defines us as individuals.

Well, getting back up has never been my strong suit. In fact, I’m like the Bueller of faking the entire process, so here’s my confession:

This is the part where I (usually) give up – where I make excuses, and bow out of my commitments. It’s where I hit the auto-pilot switch, relinquishing complete control, and let the ego man the ship. This is the time when everything I’ve said and promised comes to a head as just a lie I’ve told myself, an illusion or some fantasy I was living in. It’s when I cry, when I break things (namely my own self-esteem), and when I blame everyone or everything outside of myself for why I can’t follow-through.

Rinse. Repeat. Recycle.

No longer – this time is different. There’s a fighter in me now, and she’s relentless in defeating this bullshit legacy I’ve clung to for so long. Maybe it’s because I’m all hopped up on CrossFit and I’m not thinking very clearly, or maybe I’m thinking clearer than ever. Maybe I’ve finally reached a point where being my own worst enemy just isn’t working for me anymore.

So, this is the part where I give up . . . my excuses. This is the part where I give up self-doubt, and the limitations I’ve placed on myself. This is the part where I give up the victim act I play out when plans get derailed or bumpy, and surely they will. This is the part where I own my goals, my dreams, my visions and I take 100% responsibility for me, and only me. This is when fear becomes merely a familiar face I acknowledge, but continue walking past in peace.

This is the part where I give in.