If youâ€™ve read this blog for even half a second, you know Iâ€™m big into self improvement.
I recognize that I am a human being, therefore I am flawed. I tend to be all or nothing, and I will certainly acknowledge when I mess up (often.)Â
I donâ€™t just run, I run marathons. I didnâ€™t just start a blog, I made social media my career. I didnâ€™t just join the Junior League, Iâ€™ve taken on several leadership roles.
Carla wrote an interesting post about if youâ€™re ham or eggs.Â Do you commit or are you just involved?
I commit. And then I ask how I can commit more. I think some of this is innate for me, but I live in New York. I work in social media and write a blog. I am a member of a (wonderful) organization of 3,000 Type A women. All of this magnifies my eagerness to commit to the fullest of my capacity.
And sometimes more than Iâ€™m capable of, and thatâ€™s when I realize Iâ€™ve messed up. That I am a human being, who makes mistakes.
Iâ€™m currently reading a book called Present, Not Perfect, which I saw on Ashleyâ€™sÂ Goodreads and on Janaeâ€™sÂ blog. Its subtitle is â€œleaving behind frantic, for a simpler, more soulful way of living.â€Â
Iâ€™m only a few chapters in, but thereâ€™s a passage I really like â€” â€œyou put those chairs up.â€ Itâ€™s basically talking about being comfortable living small and trying to live a larger life, maybe before youâ€™re ready for it. The author is talking about myriad problems/inconveniences in her life and how she created them. She chose to â€œput those chairs up.â€ Sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally. She chose to open up that space â€” she put in more chairs to accommodate more. Whether that means more people (the literal) in an audience or putting herself into a bigger situation, she chose to do that.
(Thank you for sticking with me, Iâ€™m getting to the point now.)
Last week, my mom and I taped something for work. Probably half the time I see myself in photos or video at workâ€¦Iâ€™m not crazy about how I look.Â
But, I put those chairs up. I started the blog that led to the job in fitness. I went from being the very overweight girl to being the girl who works in the fitness industry. I put those chairs up. I decided to do that and put myself in a situation where most of the people I work with are fitter than me.
Going to our studio for work is partially a need and a want. Unless weâ€™re short participants, I donâ€™t ever needÂ to be in our workouts. I put those chairs up. Even then â€” thereâ€™s plenty of coworkers who have never once been in our workouts.
But I chose to put those chairs up and play on that stage. Which means sometimes Iâ€™ll fall short. Sometimes that means literally (Iâ€™m really clumsy, yâ€™all, and sometimes I do lose my balance in certain movesâ€¦) or sometimes figuratively, when Iâ€™m comparing myself to others.
I caught a preview of what my mom and I taped, and I HATED how I looked (very different from that photo above) and texted a few friends and my mom for validation. â€œI donâ€™t really look like that, right?â€Â
But then I remembered â€” I chose to put myself in that situation. For my mom to talk about overcoming cancer. (If anyoneâ€™s looking for a mom-aged TV personality, I think my mom has a future. She was a natural.) For me to connect with our amazing community â€” from our crew to our trainers to the in-studio participants to our amazing users.Â
Sometimes those chairs are creaky and hard to put up. Sometimes they fall over immediately. Maybe you never get them up.
But if the alternative is to wonder what if over experiencing some growing pains, and maybe even failure? Iâ€™d still rather try to get those chairs up.