I can do more than I think I can.
When I begin, I can’t imagine finishing. Just go for ten minutes, I say to myself. Just give it a try. Focus only on this rep, this workout, this page. I try not to notice that it is five in the morning and dark outside. I once wrote ten thousand words in one day. Most days I work out before the sun rises. This isn’t the Army. This is my life. I can do more than I think I can.
I can ignore the inner (and outer) naysayer.
Getting up at 4:30 in the morning to exercise is absurd because it is the middle of the night.
Producing work when I have a full time high school teaching job and and family is not possible because of the thing of there only being twenty-four hours in a day.
Undergoing intensive revisions with my editors on a ninety thousand word novel in the same six month period in which I am researching, writing, and revising my Masters thesis in Educational Leadership is not happening because that’s too many words at once.
Okay. Well. Hm.
Actions speak louder than the inner and outer rejectors, that’s all I have to say.
Consistency above everything.
I’m tired, not cute today, and my only clean workout pants have a hole in the butt. My words are cement blocks of no-good blah blah blah.
I do the work anyway no matter what, most days of the week. It’s not pretty. It gets done.
Good teaching changes everything.
The coach who owns and runs my gym invited me to take a couple of classes. I learned more in those hours about form and what I can do than I have in a long time. When I read a great book, or attend a seminar taught by a great writer, I learn things I didn’t even know before. Other people know way more than I do.
I’m small. The world is big. It’s good to shut up and listen.
Savasana is crucial.
After intense workouts I lie on the floor and go, damn that was something.
I spent the past three days reading other people’s books, going to other people’s literary events, and looking at Pinterest. I finished a project so I rested.
Good things happen under the surface during rest. Strength gathers. Springs load.
Enthusiasm begins to pool for the next one.