Today, I saw Hope.
I have already seen Grace and Faith in Town. Both of them Gifts that could so easily have been missed and overlooked.
Lost in the busy and the noise and the life that we live. Lost in the numbness of humanity.
Today was much like any other day. I got up, fed the things I love, drove the farm roads to work.
Today, I categorically did not feel like going to gym. From the moment I woke, I fought my own head.
“It’s too early for this today.”
“I am so tired.”
“My ankle is sore.”
“My back is sore.”
“I have a sniff, people in the office are sick, I am probably well on my way to another session of cortisone / hospital.”
“I don’t want to.”
Sometimes, the thoughts in my head win. Sometimes, I fall back into bad habits and negative ideas and a uniquely twisted reality that is all mine, finely crafted from years of being way harder than I need to be on myself.
Precision honed to be cutting, demotivating, devastating and soul crushing.
There it is.
“I don’t want to.” Because what is the point? I have been doing this for a month and a half. And I have not lost 1 kilogram. Because everything is weight to me. And weight is everything to me.
“I don’t want to.” Even though I can climb a flight of stairs faster now, than I did a month and a half ago.
Even though I love it and it makes me feel like I am accomplishing something.
Even though every step is a journey to better. To healthier. To stronger.
I don’t want to. Because today it was just hard. Hard to be positive. Hard to be kind to myself. Hard to be motivated. Hard to be me.
Every step into the office a fight to convince myself that I am worth it. It is worth it. Get up and get going.
I am not sure why today was so hard. It just was.
Even when I was sitting taking my takkies off at Redemption Fitness Centre, my head was still at war with itself.
“You know you are probably getting sick so why bother?”
“You know you will fail in the long run, like you always do, so why not just give up?”
“You know you look especially large today and all the beautiful people are going to stare at you right?”
You get the idea.
And don’t get me wrong. None of these are formulated thoughts that run through my head. These are all just dark and oppressive snippets of thought, accompanied by the overwhelming weight of sadness and desolation.
I sat in the stillness of my heart and my mind and looked into the darkness that lives so very close to the edge of my soul, and I thought about letting it engulf me again. I thought about failing again.
Instead. I stood and looked out into the lit darkness beyond the windows. I thought about my path and who I am and where I am.
Again – none of it consciously formulated into structure. Just snippets of an idea and a feeling of light. Of potential calm. Of cleansing tears.
A moment in a moment where the dark of my soul fought the light of my soul. And I found a bit of Hope.
Hope for better. Lighter. Love. Laughter. Joy. God. Peace. Family. Strength.
Hope for me. For who I am. Who I have become.
Who I will be.
Hope. Just for me.
Sometimes God lives closer to you than you think.