We can learn, you know.
Learn from the PYT set, learn a lot.
Yes, I’m talking about them pretty young things who are half my age. Now when I call you competitive here, I don’t mean malicious or vicious or mean (I love you, ladies!!!). Quite the contrary, actually. And it’s certainly not a sweeping statement meant to stereotype all females belonging to that age group. To be clear, this post is specifically inspired by a group of young women I recently met in Dallas. By their mannerisms and how they conducted themselves. Indeed, it was my reaction to seeing how they behaved that spawned what you’re reading now.
Melodramatic much, you say? Perhaps.
It was just the air with which they carried themselves.
VERY AGGRESSIVE, VERY BOLD
Each one determined to own their five seconds of fame.
To be the most vocal (I’m referencing volume of speech, not quality thereof). The most flamboyant peacock in the room. I was easily the oldest in the summit (I accept this as the new norm) but there was a considerably large group of influencers in their 30s as well, none of whom were anywhere as forthright as the 20-somethings.
At the risk of sounding archaic, I’ve reached that point in my life whereby I’m (no longer) about being blatantly in someone’s face. I’ve seen enough to understand that subtlety often wins the day. Unless, of course, I’m at the gym, in which case, all bets are off.
Which triggered a Eureka moment (I like drawing parallels, do you like discovering parallels?).
How different is the world of blogging compared to the world of working out?
Not much really.
THINK OF IT THIS WAY
The younger ones at the gym go at it, headlong, generally without a thought for potential consequences (pulled muscles, the heavier/faster/longer the better) because they feel invincible and all powerful. And truth be told, they are in the sense that they heal much faster, they rebound loads quicker. And neither caution nor fear exist in their fitness vocabulary.
Now compare that to older gym rats (me).
We approach exercising with the mentality that it’s form above all. That it’s not so much how heavy you can lift, it’s how you lift it. And hold it. Subscribing to the mantra of not just brute strength but also endurance, tempered with a modicum of savviness brought about by maturity, experience and age (yes, I’m playing that card). All of which come together to create a workout with minimal injury, albeit displaying results at a slower pace.
I feel that’s how we tend to approach life, work, people. With subtlety and a gentle (albeit nonetheless driven) hand. Although, I suspect, we can learn a lot from the younger ones. And that, in a roundabout fashion, is the heart of today’s bit of soul sharing.
That absence of trepidation and caution (which they display with an air of utter effortlessness), is often a recurring obstacle for many of us, serving only to hinder and restrain. Prohibiting us from forging forward and walking the untrodden path. Reminding us that the occasional act of throwing caution to the wind isn’t necessarily foolish but, at times, vital to personal growth, and living a life we love.
Personally, my biggest takeaway from meeting these ladies was a sense of liberation. Yes, liberation. Because in watching them, I realised how I’ve lived my life – fearfully.
Fear of not being enough (smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, rich enough).
Fear of being vulnerable.
Fear of being rejected.
Fear of failing.
FEAR WAS CONTROLLING ME
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I shan’t get into the nitty gritty details but suffice to say I know what it means to allow fear to dictate one’s every decision. After my encounter with these ladies, I’ve been slowly and (most certainly) deliberately rewiring my core beliefs. Reframing my fears. Renaming them, even, and working towards eventually releasing them. And releasing myself.
I firmly believe that doing so will completely transform my world. Resolve past trauma. Fall in love with the person I was meant to be, and step into the future I’ve been dreaming about.
Do you think it’ll work?
Would you do it yourself?
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