I firmly believe that life is what you make of it. Someone famous once said something about how you may not be in charge of what happens TO you, but you are always in charge of how you let it AFFECT you. Yes friends, you are in control of your own happiness, you can turn lemons into lemonade, and all of that good motivational pep talk you see on big posters hanging in your high school guidance counselors office.
Sarcasm aside, I promise you, it is all true.
And life is so much more enjoyable once you grasp this concept, because it is certainly inevitable that there will be trying times. This week, I have put a fantastic spin on the the frustrating, sometimes painful “stuff” that has been plaguing me as of late: Ultra Beast Mental Training. (Are you sick of hearing about the Ultra Beast yet? No? Good, because we are just getting started. )
Let me give you an example:
Saturday night, my boys got bunk beds. What 3 & 5 year old wouldn’t be over the moon stoked about that? Mine certainly were, and have willingly and gladly gone to bed without hesitation because they love their new bunk beds so much. So where does the opportunity to practice mental toughness come in, you may ask? Oh, usually somewhere around 5:45 am. That’s when the baby, who was previously contained to his crib* and willingly slept until at least 7:30ish, realizes he has this new early morning freedom and decides to start poking me in the ribs and/or pry my eyelids opening all while declaring “it’s morning, I want some cereal”.
(*judge if you want that he was 3 and still in a crib. He loved that darn thing, and any parent will tell you that when it comes to sleep, you don’t mess with a good thing)
Not only is that REALLY way to early to be debating with a three year old who insists that three poptarts would be a stellar breakfast, because poptarts are good and three is his favorite number, but it also means I’ve missed crossfit 4 times now. Early morning arguments over high fructose corn syrup laden breakfast junk + no WOD = cranky, cranky mama. OR…spin it around, and look at me overcoming adversity. If I can start my day off like THAT, no spartan with a pugil stick is gonna take me down. OK maybe PHYSICALLY, especially if they aim for my feet, but they won’t crush my spirit. See where I’m going with this?
Sometime last week I broke my tooth. Yes, broke. A molar in the back, while eating. It didn’t hurt, in fact, I didn’t even notice exactly when it happened. It wasn’t until my tongue brushed against it that I realized something wasn’t quite right, and a quick glance in the mirror confirmed that sure enough, a third of my tooth was missing. What the heck. But in typical busy mom fashion, I put my health aside (who needs teeth anyway?) and figured I’d get to the dentist. Eventually. When I had some extra time and money (haaaa!). I should have realized last night during my run when every strike of my right foot radiated into my jaw that something wasn’t quite right. But no, it wasn’t until I woke up this morning with my jaw and lymph nodes in my neck swollen that I figured maaaaaaaybe I should see a dentist.
Let me just start by saying, no disrespect to my friends in the dental field, but I would rather army crawl on my stomach on really sharp rocks under dangerously low barbed wire for five miles than visit the dentist for this type of situation. Or who am I kidding, any type of situation, really. Three things in this world give me anxiety: tornadoes, millipedes, and dentist visits. Alas, big girl britches pulled up high, I made an appointment and went in anyway. So there I was, getting those ridiculously obnoxious and painful xray things shoved into my gums (have they not invented a better way to do that yet?) when I thought to myself “Beast mode, beast mode, go into beast mode. This doesn’t hurt, nooooo, give me more pain, bring it!” Reverse psychology works really well when you practice.
And the dentist and my tooth must have known I needed this mental toughness training, because together they gave me a really epic decision to ponder while I soak in these antibiotics: root canal or tooth extraction?
Psshhh bring it on, tooth.
Lemons into lemonade.
In all seriousness, and Spartan racing aside, I fully believe that every experience we face in life is an opportunity to grow. Good times, bad times, trying times. It’s all a matter of how WE choose to react.
Don’t be afraid to GROW. Play mind games….and WIN. <3