It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man.” – Benjamin Franklin
My biases might initially lead me down the wrong path, but I’m not powerless. I can choose to take a different path.
Wouldn’t it be nice if the most important piece of a blog post right now was the content of the blog post itself?
A little over 3 years ago I wrote a post titled, Choose Harder Things. Going to the gym had become “too easy.” I was just showing up. I would do the minimal workout that would allow me to say that I had worked out that day. I was being consistent, but I wasn’t being consistently intense. Writing felt that was to me this morning.
It was as normal as any conversation I’ve ever heard. And not. As I walked by their yard, I smiled at the Dad. I said nothing, but I hope he could see in my face the joy I experienced in that moment. I hope he saw the feeling of inspiration in my smile, in my eyes. I have a feeling he has seen that look before.
In 2006 I realized that busy wasn’t enough. I wanted to be more than just “Jeff’s wife” or someone’s Mom. Even though when I was a kid and adults would ask me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” All I could think of was “A Mom.” I was certainly that, but for some reason it wasn’t enough for me, something was missing and I couldn’t figure out what it was.