It’s sunny right now, and it’s going to get hot, but apparently it might rain this afternoon. I can’t imagine it now, but weather can change like that. We’ll see.
Yesterday was a packed day, with a lot of it physical, I ended up taking a ton of stuff to donate. That was on top of much walking and an extra-long relatively intense workout, and this morning, I felt it when I woke up.
I decided to do some gentle yoga to loosen myself up and that too was uncomfortable. As I was lying there, on the mat, twisted, working through the discomfort, I thought about my options.
Instead of continuing, I could abandon the practice and definitely take longer to feel better, babying the stiff muscles, having them stiffen up more.
Or I could try to work through it, as I was doing, and though it also wasn’t comfortable, getting through it would make me more so, much more so than possible only having everything feel tighter.
It was the thought that stayed with me, that echoed like one of those cheesy sitcom tropes in my head.
Working through it is uncomfortable.
But so is not working through it.
Now, obviously, I want to be clear here, there are definitely things you can work out, like my muscle stiffness, and things you cannot, like an actual injury so I’m not advocating to ignore the signals. And I’m taking about discomfort, not pain, at least in the physical sense.
But everything in life is like that too, when you think about it.
You can sit with the discomfort, as the situation hardens around you.
Or you can work through it, which is still uncomfortable but could be less so when you’re done.
I’ve got a lot of things like that right now, things that have to get done, things I don’t want to do, things lurking when the urge is to stay in bed all day.
But, instead, I’ve got to work through them.
It’s best to work through them.
We can work through them, whatever they are, our things.
And with that, I wish you a wonderful Tuesday.
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