This week, I hard boiled eggs without screwing them up! This is kind of a big deal, as my domestic goddess skills aren't always spot on. (My poor Sailor...Okay, so it's not THAT bad, but you're welcome to pity him all the same. I mean, his wife couldn't properly hard boil eggs until, well, now.... and I'm 34 years old...) It's been really handy to just grab a couple and head up to the office when it's time to chain myself to the desk for a few hours. That and a quick salad or a piece of fruit and I have an instant snack/meal! I'm going to do more to these on a regular basis - at least a dozen handy in the fridge...
All that aside, this week has been a true reminder that my ability to do what I do is truly a gift. To be able to move freely, 'suffer' from quickly healing sore muscles, and sweat through a WOD like a champ is a hard earned gift, but a gift none the less.
Because, no matter the bruises, bumps, and aching legs, they are all reminders that I'm alive - and well.
This week alone, I learned that a childhood friend passed away due to Leukemia. He was a year younger than me, and had some developmental problems, but as we were growing up, we spent several years being fairly inseparable. When we were kids, he seriously stuttered. I seemed to be the only kid with patience enough to see it through. We lost touch over the years, but to hear of his passing was a surprise.
And then I learned that, while Kyndall's spirit is undeniably a bright one, a recent stroke and heart problems have left them with the realization that time is much shorter than anyone expected. They'll still do all they can to manage her symptoms and make her comfortable, but medical science doesn't have much left offer them. It's becoming clearer every day that time is running short.
The one guarantee about life is that no matter how strong and fit we are, no one makes it out alive. There are a million uncontrollable factors that can cut that thread short. It bares repeating that time is life's most valuable, and the most irreplaceable, commodity.
It's really made me examine how I spend that time.
I'm undeniably spending it with the right people. I am so incredibly grateful for the amazing people who are currently in my life, and the lessons learned from those who left it.
I'm undeniably spending it on the right things. Friday is a great example. I spent Friday largely in the the gym, connecting with some great people, getting a good sweat on orchestrated by Trainer Guy, and followed it up watching Strong Girl have some real "ah-ha!" moments with her squats. For those that aren't interested in lifting or athletics, that might not seem like a big deal, but think about the time you figured out something and how it felt when you had a 'light bulb' moment. Or maybe you've been there for someone's light bulb moment. Just being part of that moment when the light clicks 'on' in a meaningful way for someone is exciting - and in more cases than not, something of an honor. It's a great reminder to me that I'm heading the right direction. Sure, I spent some of the day chained to my desk as well, but it's all the other moments that made the day amazing.
I also can't wait for tomorrow. Between feeding my inner Oly Girl with a new Olympic Lifting class on the agenda, soccer, Get Up Get Dirty, and some time with Strong Girl, it's going to be an awesome day.
I never in a million years thought I'd look forward to getting up at 5:30am on a Sunday... but lately, between lifting, good friends, soccer, and the end of the day, Sundays are quickly becoming one of my favorite days of the week.
It's a bit mind boggling to think that we all have a limited amount of time with each other - and no one knows when that time is up. As an up-and-coming Trainer Girl, I can't wait to share that time (and many more light bulb moments) with others.
Finding a balance of how to spend that time is part of everyone's pursuit. But if we can make each other's time a little brighter - why not? We never know how long we have.
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Because, no matter the bruises, bumps, and aching legs, they are all reminders that I'm alive - and well.
This week alone, I learned that a childhood friend passed away due to Leukemia. He was a year younger than me, and had some developmental problems, but as we were growing up, we spent several years being fairly inseparable. When we were kids, he seriously stuttered. I seemed to be the only kid with patience enough to see it through. We lost touch over the years, but to hear of his passing was a surprise.
And then I learned that, while Kyndall's spirit is undeniably a bright one, a recent stroke and heart problems have left them with the realization that time is much shorter than anyone expected. They'll still do all they can to manage her symptoms and make her comfortable, but medical science doesn't have much left offer them. It's becoming clearer every day that time is running short.
The one guarantee about life is that no matter how strong and fit we are, no one makes it out alive. There are a million uncontrollable factors that can cut that thread short. It bares repeating that time is life's most valuable, and the most irreplaceable, commodity.
It's really made me examine how I spend that time.
I'm undeniably spending it with the right people. I am so incredibly grateful for the amazing people who are currently in my life, and the lessons learned from those who left it.
I'm undeniably spending it on the right things. Friday is a great example. I spent Friday largely in the the gym, connecting with some great people, getting a good sweat on orchestrated by Trainer Guy, and followed it up watching Strong Girl have some real "ah-ha!" moments with her squats. For those that aren't interested in lifting or athletics, that might not seem like a big deal, but think about the time you figured out something and how it felt when you had a 'light bulb' moment. Or maybe you've been there for someone's light bulb moment. Just being part of that moment when the light clicks 'on' in a meaningful way for someone is exciting - and in more cases than not, something of an honor. It's a great reminder to me that I'm heading the right direction. Sure, I spent some of the day chained to my desk as well, but it's all the other moments that made the day amazing.
I also can't wait for tomorrow. Between feeding my inner Oly Girl with a new Olympic Lifting class on the agenda, soccer, Get Up Get Dirty, and some time with Strong Girl, it's going to be an awesome day.
I never in a million years thought I'd look forward to getting up at 5:30am on a Sunday... but lately, between lifting, good friends, soccer, and the end of the day, Sundays are quickly becoming one of my favorite days of the week.
It's a bit mind boggling to think that we all have a limited amount of time with each other - and no one knows when that time is up. As an up-and-coming Trainer Girl, I can't wait to share that time (and many more light bulb moments) with others.
Finding a balance of how to spend that time is part of everyone's pursuit. But if we can make each other's time a little brighter - why not? We never know how long we have.
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