What’s that behind me? In an instant, my non-visual senses pick up on it. But my Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum amygdalae just gape at one another, offering up that mere fawn response between fight and flight—I’m frozen. Cuss! Then it slowly comes into my peripheral view. Phew! It’s just a deer grazing through the woodland.
And she reminds me, maybe even inspires me. The teen love and I, after a 3-mile hike around our neck of the woods yesterday, talked about taking our show on the road, much more hilly trails that is, tomorrow.
Tomorrow is now today. And I’ve come to an understanding of the idiom talk is cheap, again.
But do you realize what it takes to get there, to look around at the piles of paperwork, the loads of laundry, and the soot sprites snickering at me, to take this holiday off from work, to just walk away on a day when I might actually get something, anything accomplished around here?
Who am I kidding?
The chores’ll wait.
The sheer slothenly stronghold seems insurmountable at times like this, though not unusual.
All I have to do is get there, just download a couple of podcasts, put on my trainers, drive a few miles to the trailhead car park, and step onto that path. The rest is a walk in the park, literally.
You see, I have this lofty life goal, this daunting dream—to be active and fit, even in old age.
It’ll be an epic win.
If I work at it now.
You see, it’s going to take little, itty-bitty intentional steps, small, short-term goals, to do it.
This epic win is going to take some doing too because there’s this little gap (that today feels sort of like a chasm) between who I am right now (actual self) and who I want to become (ideal self) when it comes to keeping this body shipshape for the rest of my days.
The struggle is real.
And we all struggle.
But I’ve learned a few things while battling exercise procrastination over this half-century of living, things that apply to many of life’s epic wins.
Start with and even stay with small goals that are reachable in a week, a day, an hour, or even minute-by-minute.
Have some sort of plan, thinking through the logistics of how, when, and where you’ll take action, preparing ahead.
Just start and carry on, hemming and hawing if you must, but carry on. Those itty-bitty steps do lead to small victories.
Expect and accept challenges, changing it up if need be (the goal, the actions steps, your mindset, your expectations).
Celebrate the smallest of victories, all of those itty-bitty steps, even when the small goal somehow seems to elude you.
But here’s the clincher—and there always seems to be a clincher—you have to actually want it. You have to be willing to be upfront and honest with who you are now. And if who you are now is willing to do the work it takes to meet up with who you want to become, it’s a cakewalk.
What are your epic wins? What are the itty-bitty steps you take to get there? And how do you carry on after taking a tumble?