I heard him rummaging about in the kitchen (though he was trying to be quiet). He was making a quinoa meal for our lunch today. He was going for another run this morning.
Oh, those sheets were comfy. They were still warm where he’d been. I rolled over onto my belly. My body trying to convince me to just stay there.
I padded out to the kitchen and was wrapped in his warm arms.
“Good morning. How did you sleep”
“Good” – came my answer, muffled in his chest.
I slipped back to the bedroom. Collapsed on the bed and checked my phone for a couple minutes as my body woke up.
One more hug and then I pulled on my gear and kicked my butt into my workout.
He came down before he left for his run and asked me how it was going. I gasped out, “I suck!” and he just said, “Keep going”, and I did. Those last shoulder presses – I pushed through them. Reverse crunch? …grunt…O-N-E more!
Oh, I deserved that slow, methodical stretch at the end. Mmmmmmm, feels so good to stretch warm muscles.
I’ve been thinking about how I haven’t felt very motivated these past couple months. I’ve been kind of disheartened and afraid to push myself. What if I am successful? What will that mean? Where do I see myself in the next few years. Can I do all that I want to do? Do I have it in me? Am I ready for the work that will require?
It’s waaaaay easier to just stay still, isn’t it?
It’s waaaaay easier to just stay in that warm bed, isn’t it?
It’s waaaaay easier to leave the dishes in the sink and watch TV, isn’t it?
It’s waaaaay easier to just eat the same food that I know isn’t good for me, isn’t it?
It’s waaaaay easier to just do it myself, rather than let the kids do it, isn’t it?
It’s waaaaay easier to do the same things every day, with the same people, isn’t it?
It’s waaaaay easier to stay in that job where I’m miserable, isn’t it?
It may be easier, but is it better? That’s the question I’m asking of me today. How about you?