What's With The Shoes?

One step.

One moment.

One heartbeat at a time.

Life's Ocean

This past weekend offered me a chance to reread Steven Pressfield's "Turning Pro".
Chance offered?
Opportunity taken.

If you are reading this, I encourage you to read it. 

That being said, during my swiping through the iPad pages, an interesting moment of reflection between the lines of the words punched through. 

In life we face our own ocean(s). 

Your ocean, your challenges, your depths of what-do-I-do-now are unique to you and you alone. It can be work related, faced within your family, creative doldrums, or even weights loaded up on a barbell. 

Your ocean is your own. 

With that in mind,
I don't care about your ocean.
I care about how you approach it

I used to pray for my legs to grow longer so that I could keep them planted on the ocean floor as I tip-toed my way deeper and deeper.
Pray the floor doesn't bottom out. 

(Begin Buzzer) Err. Wrong. (End Buzzer) 

I learned that when I'm in the ocean..
that floor..
that reach.. no longer matters

I no longer pray for legs that can stretch ocean deep. 
I no longer hope my limps reach to the very bottom of the challenge.

No legs... 

Lungs matter now. 

Lungs to swim further.
Lungs to dive under a wave.
Lungs to help keep my eyes on the horizon.
Lungs to fuel the fire in my heart to keep going. 

Lungs, not legs.

No need to wish you legs stretched 100 feet.
Let go of the floor.

Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim. 

Keep Going