No one cares whether I work out but me. (ok, me plus my trainer.)
And this should be an obvious thing but for some reason I just didn’t get it until now.
I don’t mean that my friends and family aren’t supportive of my goals. They totally are and I could not appreciate it more.
But when it comes down to it, my workout time is not their highest priority. And that’s ok…now that I get it.
I have lots of responsibilities in my life. I say ‘yes” to many things. And I mostly regret nothing. I am blessed with groups of people and organizations that I enjoy working with and for. I’m not one of those people that declares “I must focus on me!” and assume that means I can focus on no one else. But I admit I have had a difficult time asserting myself over the last few months. Ok, who am I kidding? My whole dang life! It’s hard for me to say “No I can’t do that important thing because it conflicts with my workout time.” It’s hard because it feels selfish and I hate selfishness more than pickled okra.
But surely there is a sweet spot somewhere between rampant narcissism and self flagellating martyr? If so, I hope to find it. Because I don’t know how to put myself first but I’m trying hard not to put myself last.
Clearly we need to have a discussion about the health benefits of pickled okra! 😉