1. the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something. 2. the drawing in of breath
It’s interesting to me the stark difference in these two definitions for the same word. There’s a proper grammatical term for this which I can’t remember (sorry Mrs. Thacker). At first glance these two definitions for the word “inspiration” seem miles apart. They are actually quite related.
I’ve been thinking about inspiration over the past few days. Inspiration in the form of the first definition. Recently with the big transition from Austin to Tulsa, arranging things in the house, recruiting new athletes for the team and challenging the current ones, I’ve lost sight of my personal inspiration. I’m not trying to make excuses but I’m coming clean to all y’all.
In the almost six weeks I’ve been here I’ve skipped some workouts, eaten delicious chocolate chip cookies for days in a row, and had more to drink than in almost my entire two years in Austin
I’m telling you this, not to discredit myself as a fitness professional but to try to explain a deeper desire I have for all of you. I hope, more than having a perfect diet, more than never missing a workout and more than being a perfect size 2, you realize that this “healthy lifestyle” will have ups and downs. There will be good phases and bad phases. Peaks and valleys. Seasons. But more than anything I want you to be able to let go sometimes, but still come back to what you know makes you feel good. And to want to come back to what makes you feel good.
Over the past few days I’ve started to find inspiration in the season change. Summer is slipping slowly into fall. Although there is a date on the calendar when this seasonal change occurs, in real life it is a slower and less pronounced transition. Each leaf takes it’s time turning from green to warm. Soft to crisp. A few 90 degree days slip in between the 60s and 70s. The only thing that comes out full force at the first sign of fall are the boots and orders for pumpkin-flavored things.
I am transitioning into a new life. New city. New friends. New clients. New routines. New spots. New trails. I shouldn’t have expected to adapt to it instantaneously. I certainly got here and hit the ground running with the house, and the business and other jobs to make ends meet. And in that mess I lost my personal commitment and daily intentionality. But, just as the season doesn’t arrive on the day the calendar dictates, I have not fully arrived despite August 9 being my moving date. As fall creeps in on September, I’m feeling the moving and settling season slip into a comfortable and routined phase.
As summer continues to slip into fall I’m committing to more intentionality. More time in the morning with myself and my writing. Regular running (4 times per week), weights (2-3 times per week), yoga (as needed). Walks for Miley. More eating at home, both for health and wealth purposes. These are the daily things that will help me breathe life into my bigger dreams of continuing to inspire people to live their best lives. To make the small but scary changes out of old habits. To work towards my personal studio. It’s time to end the transition and welcome the new season.
Your transition into fitness and health doesn’t have to be all or none. This journey will have its seasons too, and anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is superhuman or bullshitting you. I’m not here to do that. Hold tight to whatever it is that inspires you. A superstar athlete. Your younger brother who won’t let go of a childhood dream despite repeated injuries. Your boss who keeps her head up despite a sick husband and hospitalized daughter. A friend who is unhappy in her situation so is facing fears to make change. Your clients who show up day after day ready to work hard and get better. Inspiration is out there – find yours and hold onto it, take a deep breath and exhale that inspiration into your dreams.