This morning we finished the 3P (58:58) with an appropriate song from The War on Drugs. The song was titled simply Pain.
The men next to me were not happy as I called them all sorts of names to get them back up on the bar and hurt themselves on their way to healing and helping themselves. Yesterday, during practice 262, I noticed one beautiful soul that just one practice prior had appeared broken. She had let the tears flow and admitted she needed to do some hard work within. And so she did.
Remember this truth, friend. Doing nothing is just a little bit easier than doing something. It’s just a little bit harder to take a baby step into something. We tend to make it into a mountain. It’s not. Step into whatever scares you. Step into it. Baby step it. The road to mastery is a long, arduous climb. It’s taken one baby step at a time. The cool part is that once you decide that something is worth the work, you won’t think of it as labor. You will begin to long for the hard climbs, the sprints, the intervals, and the beauty found when you’re lost on white roads with no sense/care for time. You see, friend, your labor of love is not something you write so you can put it up on some wall and look longingly at it. Your labor of love is something you’ve been awakened, challenged, and transformed into.
“A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play, his labour and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he’s doing and leaves others to determine whether he’s working or playing. To himself he always appears to be doing both.” L.P. Jacks
Yesterday was invested in my labors of love. Today, God willing, more of the same. Thank you to all my family, friends, and clients who have made this life possible. Forever filled with gratitude. And, always ready to make you do what you can. I am here to make you better. Work and life. Tough and tender. Always together. Good…