Reminding Myself To Do The Hard Things

Oh my flusters… have you ever had those days where you didn’t want to do it? Then you did it but did it wrong over and over and over again?

But you kept doing it? That was me yesterday and the day before that, a few days before that and likely the whole week before that and…well, you get my point.

And there have been days where I wanted to throw in the towel and give up. Not do the hard things. But if I didn’t, then what would I do?

Life isn’t easy. Some days are easier. Some decisions aren’t hard. But making it, doing the work, for someone else, for ourselves, hell on ourselves, doing the assignment, following through, failing time and again. It is not effing easy.

But…I mean did you think I wasn’t going to give you a but? I am, and here it is. The easy stuff is fast. Where’s the memory of tear stained sheets or broken dreams only to wash the sheets and make new dreams? Where’s the fun in sharing a story that was easy to get to the end of the chapter with no villain or failure, no slip on the rock or stumble into the tree?

It’s hard, this life, but the stories we make from the hard, well their worth sharing. Why? Because you can teach the lessons to someone else to make that hard for them a little softer.

Starting a business, joining a business…starting a relationship or ending one…learning something new or forgetting how to do it…

It’s worth it. Just have to keep reminding each other not only to do the hard things, but that we are capable of it too.