If I ever fall out of pace with a running routine, or it's been a long time since I've been running, I tell myself, "Just put your shoes on today. You don't have to run. Just put your shoes and shorts on and step foot outside." Usually it coaxes me to jog. And then the next day I don't find it to be such a huge mental hurdle to get out of the door again. It gets increasingly easier, day to day. I call that first day just "showing up." Anyone else take this approach?
I'm convinced it's the getting started again that's the hardest part when you've been away from something for awhile. I feel like I'm out of sync with a lot of things right now: Writing, exercise, home stuff. It's this whole pregnancy thing, it's got me tired, in pain, busy with thoughts (excitement, nervous, overwhelmed), and also busy in general. We've got a bunch of projects going on around our house because as it turns out I'm a CRAZY nester. I'm not sure our baby cares what colour our landing bathroom is painted but I'm ONE HUNDRED percent positive that I won't be ready to have the baby until I paint it. Do you see where I'm coming from? I'm distracted a bit. Just a tiny bit.
Yesterday I was pulling up my pants. It was a seemingly harmless, everyday kind of activity. Not so. I did a number on my shoulder. Since when does that motion cause me to pull my rotator cuff? Anyway since this point, it's kinda hard to brush my hair, get comfortable, type.... that kind of stuff.
All these things combined, I'm feeling a bit scattered. Not entirely put-together, and not really in sync with life. which is completely not the case - it's just how I'm feeling - that constant feeling like, there's so much to do, I don't know where to start, and I'm a bit too tired (and physically sore) to get it done.
So I said to myself, "Emily. You just have to show up today. You don't have to be brilliant, coordinated, put together, or overly consice. You just need to show up."
It's a one foot in front of the other kind of thing.
It worked a bit. I'm here aren't I?! Also I had a freshly squeeze grapefruit juice and my life was complete.
Here's to 26 weeks!