Torturing Friends: Lessons in Life
Tonight I worked out with my friend Jay(changed his name as he suffers enough) and like most sparks of inspiration it hit like a freight train. I wish I could more accurately quote what he said but since I had him upside down I couldn’t hear him that well. I have it on good authority he asked me if he was doing the exercise wrong.
He wasn’t.
He was being a wonderful sport as I had him dangling by his feet, I definitely respect the way the guy allows me to torture him with my ninja warrior exercises. It’s probably why we don’t workout together consistently, cartwheeling through a gym isn’t for everyone and I most certainly encounter life with a level of passion and zeal commonly found in anyone fresh off a near death experience. I am still grappling with having been that sick and being so grateful to be here every minute I can. I wish I could bottle how I feel about the new lease I have on life, at the moment it’s spectacular to say the least. It’s like being drunk on tequila but coordinated.
Back to my story that cured weeks of writers block and wrangled my brain back from holiday.
-If you did everything wrong you’d be dead-
Miraculously I have yet to feel that towards any of my own projects, goals, or relationships. I want to fix, solve, or understand every iota of life on so many levels I cannot imagine how exhausting that mentality can be to encounter. Never giving up and never surrendering really doesn’t sound like a lot of fun from a recreation professional. As someone who spent her life nuturing eccentric hobbies it is shocking to me how painfully adult I have become in ways that don’t serve me. If I can’t connect with people I’m ruining the best part of my job, no one wants their body in cold hands attached to a sterile demeanor. Warmth and vibrance are my calling card when did I push the envelope from fun to warp speed on a mission?
Sometimes life has redirected me or one wild idea has started a completely separate project that ended even better than expected. Going with the flow is the most effective and wonderful way to make your dreams a reality. Making it to Ninja World Finals after only deciding months earlier to travel down that road exemplifies a culmination of seemingly random experiences and teachers coming into my life and broadening the horizons I previously imagined. Essentially the more joy you seek in effort to learn how to become your best self is the road of least resistance to it actualizing it. Isn’t that what Maslow wanted for us anyway?
Now I return to my regularly scheduled living with passionate abandon and an open heart.
Megan
stronger@sherlockfit.com