“Your input determines your outlook. Your outlook determines your output, and your output determines your future.”
Zig Ziglar
Song: All Hail The Heartbreaker by The Spill Canvas
Article: Stop Settling For The Life You Don’t Want To Live by Meagan Weniger
Thought: My next Soundtrack is from one of my favs, Glennon Doyle – Every time I said to myself “I can’t take this anymore” I was wrong. If you haven’t read Untamed, you are missing one of the most incredible books on vulnerability, living your truth and love.
When I was in college, I studied Chemical Engineering. For two years, I slept 4-5 hours a night and studied 10-15 hours a day. The material included every chemistry class (organic, inorganic and physical), nearly every math class (ever heard of Fourier transforms?) and multiple thermodynamics classes. At multiple points along the journey, I cried over homework, tests and labs. I didn’t think I could take it anymore. But I finished and went onto grad school.
I started running later in life when I was quite overweight. I started signing up for 5k, 10k and half marathons. Running only a few miles was brutal – my knees, my head, my back and shoulders hurt. I kept at it sticking to the training schedule. When you run a half marathon, the first 8-10 miles are no sweat if you train. The last 3-5 are a grind. I could feel every step, every leg/arm movement and every breathe. I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I wasn’t fast but I finished every race, every time.
If you’ve been heartbroken, then you know the anguish. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t exercise. I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. I cried uncontrollably. It felt like I would never be “normal” again and I would never get over it. I had every emotion all at once all day long as if someone hit all the piano keys and held them down. I didn’t think I could take it anymore. Slowly, I started healing through therapy, reflection, conversations and finding new friends. I learned more about myself during that time more than any other. I learned to let go. I learned forgiveness. I learned boundaries. I survived.
Now when I say “I can’t take anymore” whether it’s mental like school, physical like running or emotional like heartbreak, I remember that I’ve been wrong every single time. I’m stronger than I think. I’m enough.