Get Busy Living!

My sister and I have the unique privilege of sharing our birthday month. Though several years apart, there are only two days between our birthdays, so every year we celebrate together. This year, however, she is celebrating a milestone birthday, which she would prefer I didn’t bring attention to. For some reason this birthday, in particular, has her feeling anxious and her trepidation over this birthday has me thinking about birthdays in general.  I must admit, the older I get, the less excited I am about my birthday too.  Unlike my children who look forward to growing older with great joy, pretty much after 30 growing older became less and less fun for me! Let’s face it, everyone wants to grow up, but no one wants to get old.  But, it’s going to happen to all of us whether we like it or not and as my husband pointed out, nobody wants the alternative either!

So, there has to be a more productive way to look at this birthday thing. If it’s inevitable we have to find a positive spin! I refuse to peer down the tunnel of my future as if it were a deep dark hole of despair! As Morgan Freeman’s character says in the movie Shawshank Redemption I only have two choices: I can either “get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’” and I don’t know about you, but I have a lot more living to do!

So, I see it like this. I’m going to assume that time is like money and I’m going to assume I have at least $100 to spend. I mean, no one knows just how much time they have, but why not plan for the best case scenario? If I’m 40 years old, then it’s like I have $60 left in my account. If I’m 60 years old it’s like I have $40 left. The question is, am I going to cry about the $60 or the $40 I spent already, or am I going to figure out a creative way to spend the money—or time—I  have left?

Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’…

If you’ll excuse me, I have some time left and some shopping to do!

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Happy birthday to me (and my sis)!

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Revamp Monday: Team Captain

Last week I posted a picture of myself working out, but it wasn’t meant to be shameless self-promotion. It was meant to be motivation. It was meant to remind myself and you that we have to just keep going, no matter what! It was also meant to be a metaphor for life. Keep going! No matter how hard “it” is, whatever “it” is. As long as your moving, you’re making progress.

I’m so glad Tanzy is back with us today to tout the same message in this edition of Revamp Monday–enjoy! ~K

 

By societal standards a “fitness leader” is supposed to be an expert. Someone who has “arrived” at their destination and is now able to show others the way. Someone with ripped abs, quad separation and the mental toughness of a gladiator. I don’t have any of those things–not yet anyways and I’m ok with that.

I consider myself more like a team captain. I’m on the same field as you. Playing the same game as you. I have just as much to lose as you. I fight the same opponents as you, have access to the same resources as you. My challenges are similar to yours.  I have a job, family, and lots of bills. I have head aches, body aches and flu-like chills. I have cheat days, game days, long days and great days–soccer practices, science projects and everything is going wrong days. I’m an ordinary woman, just like you! While there are things that I could teach you, I’m still an eager student and life is my instructor.

My job as team captain, is to remind the team of the importance of the game; to keep them on their toes; to encourage camaraderie and morale; to help implement strategies and tactics–a leader,yes, an expert–far from it.

A team captain’s job is to push you, encourage you and inspire you. So imagine me there at the finish line of your next race cheering you toward the end. Imagine me doing push ups with you during your next workout. Imagine me loading the bar with a few more plates, because I know, you’re stronger than you think. Imagine me nudging you to wake up after you’ve pressed snooze. And every now and again this team captain will most likely need a little help from her teammates when she’s just too tired to get off the bench. When the clouds of doubt start rolling in. When the aches and pains are too much to bear. As a team captain I am equal parts teacher and student.  So feel free to return the favor when you see fit.

Thank you in advance.

 

Tanzy Chandler
Physical Therapist

Group Fitness Instructor

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Prisoner in Paradise–a Parable

Once upon a time a peasant girl met a handsome prince who swept her off her feet and carried her away to his magical kingdom to live “happily ever after.” There he provided her with “everything she could ever want”–a gorgeous castle, fancy clothes, servants and chariots. Eventually, she even gave birth to two beautiful children. It seemed the peasant girl, indeed, had “everything”! She was certainly the envy of all the citizens in the kingdom. Yet, deep in her heart, the peasant girl was unhappy and the prince could not understand why.  After all, he had given her “everything.” He offered her more things, but she turned them away. He tried to impress her with his heroic deeds and commendations, but she was unimpressed. With each day, month and year the peasant girl-turned princess became increasingly depressed.

Then, one day, she was gone!

No one in the kingdom could find her. The servants searched her quarters, the children searched the gardens, the prince searched the bedroom. She was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, the maid came rushing in from the kitchen waving a slip of paper. It was a note that read:

Dear Beloved,

When I was a peasant girl I was confined to my father’s house. I had to obey him and abide by his rules. When I became a woman I left my father’s house but was, again, subject to a man’s rule. I have spent my entire life longing to be free. I loved my father and I love my husband. They are both good men who have been good to me, but the person who I long to be can not exist in captivity, even if it looks like paradise! I am more than a daughter, a wife and a mother. I am also a poet, an artist, a speaker, but you’ve never heard my voice! How could you? In this kingdom it is drowned out by so many other sounds… So, I had to get away…to hear the sound of my own voice!

I wonder how many women can relate to the princess in this story? Feeling like a “prisoner in paradise” who can–or should–not complain about a “good” life with a husband and children who love you, but also feeling completely underwhelmed and unfulfilled because you have your own dreams and ambitions that have been set aside for theirs?  I’ve struggled with many of the “safe” choices I’ve made, wondering if I should have taken some risks instead.

But, where does the princess in this story go? She leaves the safety of the kingdom–the protection of her prince and the surety of his purse! She’s on her own without his advice and she’ll have to figure out how to navigate the wilderness all by herself! She dares to venture out after years of pampered, protected and privileged captivity. What does she feel now that she’s gone? Fear? Freedom? Both? Will she succeed or will she fail? Will she hear her own voice or will it be drowned out by a cacophony of sounds she never anticipated? Your/her/our plot thickens!

To be continued…

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