Today I AM focusing on the 100. Each day, for 100 days, I am striving to be better. My ‘be better’ starts with the inside. Eating cleaner, sitting stiller, and moving more-er is my focus will be for the next 100 days. I have found that, in order for my life to be in alignment with peace and strength, my mind has to be clear of junk. Food and fitness plays a major role in my mental state. The only choice I had was to make a move and just do it. We only have two choices: dump or get off the pot. To dump is to do a job–the job–your job. It means to take action to release what is inside and keep it moving (no pun intended). For those of us who stand by and watch the dumpers dump, it’s your turn to do something. Stop watching. Start doing. Focus on your 100 and give it 100. You won’t get it right every single day, but there will be a few days when a self-pat on the back is due. Go get it. It’s waiting. Today I am focusing on grabbing mine and giving it hell.
We all have one, right? She’s in there. You feel her in the boardroom and you feel her at the PTA meeting. She is apart of your every day. Some of us know how to feed her while others of us (raises hand slowly) are just standing by, nervously, watching her starve to death.
I gotta be honest here and tell you that I think my warrior is on her death bed. The doctor came by and told me to just shut off the machines because it was pointless (sad face). However, being the stubborn kinda girl I am, I refuse to do so because I know how strong she can be.
My chick has been waiting. Can you imagine a wild animal tearing at the bars of its cage? Welp…that’s my girl. She’s ruthless. She’s cut throat. And she’s hungry. She feeds off of words like “can’t” “you will never” “they are better than you”. I killed her, I think. I killed her because I thought as a wife and mother I was suppose to–she’s selfish and there’s no room for selfish when you are raising a family. Everyone’s needs must come before your own…right? There is no room for ruthless and cut throat. There is only room for cupcakes, PTA meetings, late night sex, and marital forgiveness. There is no room for f-u’s and hair over diapers. There is no room for me over everyone else–that is not the balance. The balance is emptying out her to allow more room for them. There is only room for diagnosis of death and the unplugging of the machines.
She stayed down as long as she could, but with my current circumstances being what they are she’s raring and ready to go. The only way I know to fuel her is through sweat…and blood…and tears…literally. I work well under physical pressure, which is exactly what I plan to do. Train for a marathon? Bring it. Do a Tri? I eat pain for breakfast. Lift heavy? I’m on it. Run Disney? I’m in it. I’m ready. She’s ready. Let the games begin…