You may have noticed my absence for the past several days... I had a rough weekend running my first half-marathon, but I did it. I wish I could say it with more enthusiasm, especially considering that I dedicated 4 months of my life to running and training constantly, but I was pretty let down. I sprained my ankle only a few miles in and as much as I wanted to keep running, my body told me "no." I ran nearly 10 miles before my body decided that I couldn't continue at more than a slow shuffle. While I fought back sickness and pain, I pressed on. And I eventually made it across that finish line.
Hobbling those last few miles, I got to thinking... my life often feels like running a marathon. Working so hard towards something, not always knowing where I am or where I'm going, but pressing forward and trusting that I'm going to get there eventually. Lately I have found myself discouraged and fearful not knowing what's next or where I'm going on this journey. My sis-in-law challenged and encouraged me in her blog through the words of Steven Pressfield ::
"Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our [course] .
This second, we can turn the tables on Resistance.
This second, we can sit down and do our work."
As I continue my creative pursuits and goals, I will choose to not fear the resistance, but to keep pressing on and trust that I'm headed in the right direction. Onward and upward!