The Strength of the Struggle
Sometimes I struggle.
Sometimes it feels hard to get out of bed because I’m tired and worn out… or it’s hard to rally myself for certain projects and work… or I’m not feeling jazzed about my workout and all the adulting I have to do. Sometimes I feel uncertain how I’m going to make it all happen when the weeks are full and the list of to dos and obligations is long. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by how full my life feels or how hard it can be to exist in this world.
And then I remember the season of living that damn near killed me.
The grief and the trauma.
The endless string of losses.
The PTSD that ate away at my brain.
The way my body shut down repeatedly.
The debilitating panic attacks.
The exhaustion in my bones.
And I remember that I can do hard things.
I can do really, really hard things.
Because I’m here. I’ve healed and continue to heal. I grew my business and continue to grow it. I created, and am creating, exciting new things. Despite how hard it was and how hard I struggled. Despite how hard I sometimes continue to struggle.
You can do hard things too.
That I know for sure.
Because the only ’special’ thing about me that made it possible to do those hard things rather than giving up… that made me capable of fighting what felt like an endless and impossible fight to rise up and come back from it all… is that I made the choice to.
That’s it.
I chose it. Over and over and over again. Even when I didn’t know how, especially when it was heartbreakingly hard. And you guys, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Truly. But I did it.
It’s a choice.
One I’m so glad I made.
One I continue to make today.
One I will always decide to make.
You can do hard things.
Really, really hard things.
That I know for sure.
