Before I go any further, I would like to say please excuse any typos. Zoe is currently “helping” aka flipping over and over again and hitting random buttons as she does so in demand for my attentions. #catmomlife
thank you to Amanda for hosting Thinking Out loud as always!
I should be punching the air (and hopefully not others) right now at #sweatworking. Instead, I am currently watching Southern Charm on On Demand and fighting my cat for use of my hands. Why? not by choice, but by potential injury. For lack of going into specifics, I am going to be resting for a bit so that a) I can walk without pain and b) I can run Ragnar in a month and a half.
I went to FlyWheel this morning in hopes that I would be able to do spin without pain (negative–hurts when I pop out of the saddle). I truly do enjoy FlyWheel–absolutely the workout, but I feel that I have taken something, even just a blurb, out the door with me each time. Sometimes, it hasn’t even been something that the instructor has said, but a moment in a song and the way they set it up. This time?
Fight Your Fight.
Sure, we’ve all heard this before. But every now and then, we finally listen and hear it anew when it is the right time. “Fight your fight” hit me this time largely because of you all lovely creatures: the response to my Living with Crohn’s Disease (one, two, three) posts has been incredible–not overwhelming in number like some posts that I have had before, but I can feel how personal the topics are for each of you. Something that consistently appears is a beautifully flattering comment of admiration for my strength and positivity and that I am a “fighter.” And each time, it means so much to me, but I also want to shake each of you and scream YOU ARE A FIGHTER, TOO!!
The only difference between us? I am fighting my fight. My fight is, in that instance, living with Crohn’s Disease. But sometimes, Crohn’s isn’t the fight,
my cat is the fight is staying home and watching TV when I could go out and be social, or the fight is the cold weather. The fight is reverting to the same thing every day and staying in my comfort zone rather than trying something new. The fight is having horrific night sweats and then trying to carry on with my life. The fight is burning legs and not wanting to push. For Alex last night, the fight was trying to save a life. (Unfortunately, that fight was lost).
So many of you are fighting incredible fights: you are mothers or fathers, athletes, working full-time, part-time jobs, volunteering, growing humans inside of you, trying to keep long distance relationships alive, in school, just trying to figure out who you are and where you belong in this world….
You, too, are fighting. Fight YOUR fight. Support the fighter in others, but let them fight their fight. You can’t fight it for them. But you can be there for them as they fight, you can lift them up when they are struggling, light the fire under their asses when they are lagging, quiet them when they are raging.
You have to let them fight. Otherwise, they will never learn from the experience, and they will never learn to earn that experience.
Some people have the fortune of having life handed to them on a silver platter. I know a few people like that. Sure, I’ve been jealous or resented them for that fact. But you know what? My fight has given me a Boston Qualifying marathon time, a cat that is now quietly laying next to me, a husband who is now a chief resident and is actively making the world a better place, for whom loving me isn’t a “chore” but is rather a privilege.
I saw this on Instagram yesterday, and reposted it–it, too, struck me as we’ve been discussing confessions and our “crazies.”
If anything, I hope that you take from my posts not a feeling of pity those with chronic illnesses, or that our “plight” is worse than yours–rather, it is different. We all have problems. We all have fights. Have perspective and be able to prioritize in the moment, but don’t belittle yourself.
Fight. Your. Fight. And fight it with pride. From the everyday struggles to eat healthy or not pick at your fingernails to the larger struggles to get pregnant or find a job.
What is a fight on your horizon? Do you tend to belittle your own issues in the face of other’s problems?