**I wrote this post almost two weeks ago, but didn’t realize I hadn’t published it.**
“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!” So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.” ~J.R.R. Tolkien – The Hobbit
Made it to the gym today. It felt good to get back into the swing of things after quite a few days off. My knee and my shin hurts, but it was worth it. I only did 30 minutes of cardio, but it was 30 minutes more than I would have done just sitting around my house with a sick kid, a cranky kid, and a tired husband. My workout today made me realize just how far I’ve come since I started working out; farther than I ever thought I could.
My last post was about how, even though time has passed, I haven’t changed. I still have the same thoughts, insecurities, obsessions, emotions, that I have been working so hard to change. Today was a good day; a great day even. Across the board (family, work, friends) I have no complaints. I was in a great mood. I accomplished a lot, and generally, felt all around elevated.
At this point, though, it’s hard to be optimistic. It seems like every time I get to this point, the point of feeling happy and together and simply ready to live, something happens to drag me back down. If I could pinpoint what it was it would make it a little easier to avoid, but I can’t. It’s something subtle that I really can’t discern, almost as if the moon was shifting or the tide was turning. It’s something just big enough to make me topsy turvey, but not big enough to be seen with the naked eye.
I joke about how I will never be lost, never lose who I know I am because I always find my way back to that place, a place I really don’t want to be. When I was able to run I felt so much happier. It may be because the more I ran, the farther I got from the place of sadness. But now I have to rely only on the gym and only on the machines that mimic movement but never take you anywhere.
I sometimes wonder if part of the reason I always find my way back to complacency and sadness is because it’s what I know. It feels comfortable and this is what I know how to do. The feeling of sadness and depression is one that has been a part of me for a long time. It’s familiar, I can’t mess it up, and once you’re down there’s a shorter fall to rock bottom.
I realize the best path to change and happiness is the one that I am going to really work for. It’s the one that is a slow incline, with roots and sticks to trip over, but it will be less likely that I fall down a steep and slippery slope.
Taking the shorter, easier, way out hasn’t been working for me. It’s about time I suck it up and really work for what I want.