Life Is Like A Sit-Up

I like Forrest, he’s an optimistic guy making the best of a lot of tough situations. But I disagree with his mama- life isn’t anything like a box of chocolates.

Life is like a sit-up.

If you want stronger abs, you have to do sit-ups, everyday. They are going to be hard and they are going to hurt. Embrace the pain and you’ll reach your goal. Avoid the pain and you’ll be stuck with flabby abs.

Life works the same way. If you want to grow and change, it’s like a sit-up, you have to be ready to work hard and there’s going to be some hurt. A life spent avoiding pain and hurt is stagnant.

Even with all the working and the sweating you aren’t home free. One day the sit-ups get easier, with hardly any hurt. Welcome to the plateau. Those 25 sit-ups aren’t challenging your ab muscles any more. Guess what? You’ve got to step it up, 50 sit-ups and add in some reverse crunches.

Every part in your body will scream out in protest.

Emotional growth is the same. You will tell yourself  ”But I did the work already. Surely all this pain and growing is over now.” Perhaps you will wail and gnash your teeth too, it won’t help. I know this for sure. You will cry and fear that you have regressed and that you have lost all your hard work.

I maintain that getting off a plateau is harder than getting started.

When you are stuck there on the plateau dreading the work needed to get you going again, you need to find a coach. Or as I like to call mine- a mental health support team. She’s not a team, just one wonderful lady but calling her a team makes me feel like I’m well taken care of.

You’ll also need a mentor, this change business isn’t easy and it takes a village of help to get through it. Find someone who gets it, gets what you are dealing with.

I’m painting a pretty grim picture of life, all this pain and sweating. But it’s my belief that if we aren’t ready for the hard parts of life, if we think we can somehow skip over them, we are setting ourselves up to fail.

Embrace the pain and embrace change. Otherwise you’ll be exhausting yourself on an emotional hamster wheel running away from anything that might hurt.  And that’s where the analogy ends because a hamster wheel is like a treadmill and that’s a pretty good workout.

There are worse things in life than an orange liqueur chocolate be ready for it.

Carry On, Warrior, I’ve Got Your Back

I’ve written about some pretty controversial topics in my days as a blogger. Breastfeeding, diet pop, judging grocery shoppers with carts filled with poptarts, knitting.
Knitting is so controversial.
In all the above cases, I knew I was pushing the limits, knew that I would ruffle some feathers. Only I didn’t. There were disagreements and opinions but it was respectful, no flared tempers or anger.

Well, I finally found some controversy. Turns out I just didn’t have the right topic.

Last Wednesday I wrote an innocent little post about sewing on my daughter’s Brownie badges. HA!

Badge attachment is not an innocent topic. Holy doodle, the people have opinions, heated opinions. You are either on Team Sew or Team Iron. With much debate about where the badges should go and who should be responsible for badge attachment. Talk about Mommy Wars.

On the same day I read Glennon Melton’s post Don’t Carpe Diem, a fantastic article, if you haven’t read it, click on over. Especially if you are a parent.

It was life changing. It gave me permission to let go of all the “shoulds” I have about parenting and broaden my focus. I am happier since I read those wise words.

My favourite part was her imagining what she would say to a young mom when she was the kindly old lady in the store-

“It’s helluva hard, isn’t it? You’re a good mom, I can tell. And I like your kids, especially that one peeing in the corner. She’s my favorite. Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime.” And hopefully, every once in a while, I’ll add – “Let me pick up that grocery bill for ya, sister. Go put those kids in the van and pull on up — I’ll have them bring your groceries out.”

I held those words in my head as I sifted through all the comments I was getting on my badges post, both here and on Facebook and Twitter, what struck me most were the ones that were exactly in line Glennon’s words.
The comments that said “You go mama, sew those badges.” The ones that offered support for doing things the best way I knew how.  I can’t say that the comments that told me I was some kind of idiot for not using my iron to stick on the badges didn’t sting a little.

That’s the person I want to be, cheering on others doing things the best way they know how, backing them up. I know I can’t agree with everyone so if I can’t offer support, I’ll just shut up.

Incidentally my sewing on badges post got the most number of page views on the day it was published of any of my posts, ever. Badges? Who knew?

 

Girl Guides: Code For Mothers With Bleeding Fingers

I recently had the pleasure of sewing on 9 Brownie merit badges. Nine!

Sure a glue gun would be faster and less painful. But there are things I know about myself and cleaning up a mess made with a needle and thread, doable. Cleaning up a mess made with a glue gun, that’s going to require a new sash, new badges and possibly new fingers.

Also I am a purist and there is something romantically simple about a needle pulling a thread. Even if my finger is bleeding. Also it is a rite of passage, like wiping little bums.

So I sew. I curse a little bit too.

I do have two small complaints. Why must 4 months worth of badges be handed out at one shot? And couldn’t Team Girl Guides come up with something more permeable than plastic cement backing? What was so wrong with the old school style badge with the nice embroidery around the edges, like that pretty sleepover one, huh? That one is finger friendly.

It’s enough to make a mother discourage her eager little brownie from working on more badges. But of course that won’t do, if I can’t pass along my overachieving traits to my kids, what’s the point?

PSA: Extreme badge sewing and scrubbing burnt pots do not mix. Delegate the scrubbing, maybe there’s even a badge in it.

Linking up with Taming Insanity and A Belle, A Bean and A Chicago Dog for Photo Phun.

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