I am sitting in Starbucks on my day off, post-workout. I worked out, y’all; I did!
I have been motivated off and on for a few weeks now – a couple full weeks of consistent cardio and getting my sorry, 50-year-old butt to the gym.
But then I skipped an entire week and felt like a loser so I just gave up.
And then I went shopping for wedding shoes with my beautiful, red-headed daughter and we walked through the pretty dress department in Macys and she said Mom when are you going to get your dress for the wedding??? and I realized that the last thing I want to be thinking about on her wedding day is whether or not my arms look fat.
And so came motivation.
Perhaps my arms will still look fat on my daughter’s wedding day, but it won’t be because I didn’t do a darned thing about trying to get myself in shape.
So I’ve been motivated, and every time I’m in the middle of it, when the sweat is starting to roll into my eyes and my knees start to feel the pressure of the motion of running, it comes; that realization that I really like this. In the moment, once I get there, it feels good.
It’s just the getting there.
I am distracted by the warm comfort of my bed, the fact that I have never, not once in my entire life, woken up BRIGHT EYED AND BUSHY TAILED AND READY TO GO. I hate the process of waking up because I so much love love love the comfort of sleeping.
I’ve thought for a long time that there was something wrong with me.
My mother cheerfully wakes up before dawn every day, and accomplishes more before 10AM than I do by 5PM. She actually likes this; and she’s retired and could choose to stay in bed but she doesn’t.
Sometimes I feel like a failure.
And then my boss, who says all godly people, including Jesus himself, get up early and get busy; he’s working out and working and making all the magic happen before 8AM every stinking day. Sometimes I’m sending emails and headed for bed at the same time he is waking up.
The things we love, that aren’t always bad things, sometimes keep us from moving forward, towards other things that we also love. It just takes motion.
I found some, in the guise of an upcoming gathering in which we will celebrate and rejoice and enjoy the presence of family and friends. A day that my daughter and her fiance we commit their future to one another.
I intend to enjoy that day to the fullest, undistracted by the things I can control right now. And so I find myself willing to move.
Would that every day inspired me so.
I’m working on that, too.
Also, my mother and my boss and all the other morning people can just go ahead and gloat about their early morning activity. I like my bed and my lazy mornings and Jesus still loves me. So there.