Getting Stuck; Getting Unstuck.
So there's "Just Do it" or this gem from Walt Disney: " You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you. " and other fabulous admonitions meant to break through the sludge of our inability to move forward (or even move, for that matter).
I'm sitting here today at the computer to put these words out there and to slap myself on the back for breaking through a bit today myself.
You see, in the last 2 years (almost to the day) I've lost my two older siblings, neither of whom were particularly old when they died - Patrick was 60, Elle was 69 and I've found myself stuck...no make that weighed down as if by gravity times 10. I think I wanted that weight to be lifted or to become less dense or something before I could get back on track but I decided today that isn't going to work that way.
So, I had a business meeting, worked on cleaning up some stuff that was preventing me from doing some creative activities, and I set up my hex bar for some squats. Started at 185, went quickly to 235, upped it just a bit to 255 and right now I can't remember that feeling of being weighed down at all.
I know that I pushed a total of 427 pounds off the floor (the bar + me) and I know that over the course of the lift today I pushed well more than 10,000 pounds off the ground. So for some of you those numbers sound big, for others they're nothing much. Today, for me, they represent more than 5 tons I moved piece by piece but I moved them. I moved a bit of the ache and a bit of the loss and unstuck my heart from the pit...just a bit but it moved!
I didn't plan on anything, I just wanted to accomplish something, to achieve something, to feel movement to beat the s*** out of inertia both physical and emotional.
So I did just do it and my teeth are still intact; maybe I'm not doing so badly after all.