Emily P. Freeman’s quarterly habit of recording what she learns during the season is something that I strongly recommend every one, especially one who is seeking to lead a life well-lived, should do. Writing my lessons down (you can record it in some other way) cements them into my consciousness and sharing it with you keeps me cognizant of those lessons.
This summer has provided one major thing that I get now.
To live the life I’ve imagined, I have to do the scary thing, the uncomfortable thing.
I don’t know who said it first but I heard it attributed to a fitness trainer who was responsible for getting Brad Pitt in shape for his portrayal of the Greek hero, Achilles, in the 2004 epic, Troy. He told Pitt, “To get to where you want to be, you are going to have to put yourself in a place of discomfort every single day!”
There’s a wide range to this level of discomfort. Some is absolutely terrifying. Others are just slightly disconcerting. This summer, I intentionally made myself uncomfortable, furthering a lesson learned from last spring.
Here’s a rundown of a precious few of my experiences, from the mild to the “OMG! I’d never thought I’d do that!”
- I ate at some interesting spots while on vacay.
- I interviewed a ceramic artist in another state. I traveled to her home, sat in her kitchen, played with clay in her studio, and recorded over two hours of footage, transcribed that footage (listening to myself is like nails on a chalkboard) and began to write up the story of her journey to awesomeness. It’s coming to the blog soon.
- I joined a writing group. At my first meeting in July, I knew no one. And then, after about three hours of writing, we had to pass our words to someone else for them to read out loud to EVERYONE! Gulp. But, I’m glad I did it. And I went back and did it again in August.
- I wrote a piece and submitted it for publication on a very popular web site. Pushing the send button of that email elicited a bit of throw-up in my mouth. I was so on-edge, I promptly went outside for a run to relieve the angst. The run did help.
- My Hubby has a new hobby – photography. And while on vacay in Miami, we had photo shoots in various locations, including the hotel room. I have never really liked taking pics. When I was a teenager, I practiced for hours to get my smile to something that I could live with and now I can smile on-cue. Only people who know me can tell the difference between my “fake” smile and my genuine smile. Let’s just say, the hotel room shoot involved more than my smile. It was scary, but incredibly freeing and empowering. And no, those will NOT be coming to the blog any time soon.
What about you? Have you done anything that scared you a little recently? I’ve learned it’s the only way you’ll be able to fully…