Stray Dog Revolution
It happened on day 12... I did it. Twenty-five push-ups, on my toes, no rest. And then it happened again, on day 13. And I knew then that nothing's ever going to stop me again.
At some point along the way, we all lose that belief we have in our own ability. We are told so often (by mostly well-meaning sorts) that whatever we want to pursue is impossible, is not prudent, is not how it's done. And slowly, ever so slowly, we begin to believe it. We lose our confidence and our zest for dreaming and we put our heads down and grind out our lives in mediocrity.
Some never recover, carrying this weight to their graves. They lived good, decent lives, but they wouldn't say they were extraordinary. But we are. Every single one of us. We each have the capacity for greatness in us if we can just push down the years of negative self-talk and believe again. Most don't.
I, however, never thought I would be able to do 25 push-ups. It may seem a trivial thing, but it was limiting nonetheless. I just didn't believe in the possibility. I mean, 10 maybe. But 25? And then it happened.
I worked at it. I worked hard at it. Every single day. And I did it. And that's where I found my strength. Not just the physical strength to do those push-ups, but more importantly, my inner strength.
Now it's time to apply it everywhere.