When I get out of bed in the morning, I’m excited. I know I can take all the ideas and feeling spinning in my head and share with people. Today, I’m going to learn more about the human body, about my life; today I’m going to work hard. I’m going to share my kids’ lives; I’m a cornerstone of their brilliant, tiny existences, and we’re going to laugh and explore and work through this life together.
I’m going to exercise my body. I’m going to run and see the world outside my house and neighborhood. I’m going to lift and tell my muscles, “Hey, time to get it together. Thicken those myofibrils. Recruit those muscle units. We’ve got work today. Simon needs to be stronger and embody the beauty he has in his heart.” I will get stronger and stronger. I’m feeling incredible,
I’m going to enjoy the fruit of my hard work. I’m going to enjoy what life is. I’m going to embrace everything God has in store. I don’t need to re-enact negative cycles. I’m going to be thankful for what I used to consider the bad stuff in my life, viewing it as energy that can give me life and strength just like any peak experience. What can the bastards do to me if I just enjoy whatever they throw at me?!?
An example of my redefined outlook is how I’m approaching quarantine. Before, I really looked forward to seeing my co-residents every day. Now that I don’t, I miss them, but I’m less dependent on someone else to give me what I need to get through the day. I’ve reached inside, and found a wide place of strength, far deeper and stronger (and stranger!) than anything I could get outside.