I did 6 full sit-ups today. Doesn’t sound like allot does it? Sounds piffy and trite. 6 sit ups. Everyone else did 20. I only did 6.
Words can have so much power when you give them a chance. When you chose to phrase them a certain way. When you allow negativity to leech away your power, your self-esteem, your joy and your peace. Words can be a complete bastard sometimes. But only when you let them.
I only did 6 sit ups today. Everyone else could do 20.
I only did 6 sit ups today, which is 6 more than I could do last week.
Everyone else did 20, and I am only 14 away from that. Everyone else has been doing this for many, many years. I have been doing this since 13 May, with a 3 week lung hiatus in between.
I have been doing this for roughly 3 months. And I can now do 6 full sit-ups.
I can do knee touching ground lunges.
I can squat like a girl trying to pee in long grass.
I can burpee. Badly – with almost no coordination. But I can burpee.
I can climb 9 flights of stairs. Slowly. With purpose and a heaving chest. But I can climb 9 flights of stairs and only stop once.
I can go to gym every single working day. And I can laugh and find joy and tease the other ladies and sweat and not care what I look like and shake like a tonsil and wound a hip and smile.
Smile as if the whole world is at peace.
Because today I am one step closer.
Closer to Fitness.
Closer to Strong.
Closer to Acceptance.
Closer to Love.
Closer to God.
Closer to Me.
Sometimes, you find the place you were meant to find. And it is filled with people that you were meant to find. Sometimes, God is very obvious.