Sitting at a stoplight, I watched a group of high school track guys cross in front of me…a little pack of lean, toned, athletes.
Then a few moments later, just as the light changed to green, one lone, lanky runner pulling up the rear stopped on the corner. Separating himself even more from the group.
The tears started rolling down my cheeks.
My heart just ached for him as I watched him put one hand on a knee and the other on the stoplight pole. You could see he was gasping to catch his breath. Trying to keep upright.
I wanted to yell out the window, Keep going! You’re doing great!
Instead, I whispered, Hang in there. You’re better than you think you are right now.
I wondered about my tears as I drove down the street. What was that all about?
I knew I’d been getting pretty emotional about little things…things where impatience, tears, and curt responses seemed way out of proportion to the situation.
But I just kept Going. Doing. Fixing. Working harder and faster.
At the same time, there were fewer hours of sleep. More sugar. Fewer veggies. Less sunlight.
I saw myself in that runner.
Trying hard to keep up; seeing everyone else get ahead faster; feeling like I was left out and always behind.
But my body just didn’t have what it needed to keep going at my very best.
And then the light bulb moment…
The real life stuff that was messing with My Happy Place were not really big deals. There was nothing going on that created a crisis or required a major decision or was anything to get too worked up about. Nothing needed fixing.
My body was just tired. And hungry. And thirsty.
I had forgotten that sometimes working harder and faster isn’t the answer.
Sometimes I need to drink a good vegetable drink.
Go for a walk.
Drink 2 big glasses of water.
Sometimes I just need a nap.