When I started running, I promised myself I would not complain on this blog about it. When I started writing (or at least starting writing a novel), I promised myself I would also not complain about it.
I realized, though, that it gives the illusion that these things are easy and come easy and cause absolutely no pain.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Both are a personal, mental, physical, spiritual and emotional struggle. Every. Single. Day.
And it’s funny because they hit the exact same sore spots inside of me. The same self-doubts and the same struggles.
I had lunch with a friend a few days ago, and she said something that has made me think. You have to give honor to the pain. She went on to say that she knows that I just want to push forward to forget about it.
Keep moving has been my slogan for about a year and a half.
But I’m not super-human and these things are not easy. So, I want to give myself the space to honor the pain and to be completely honest about how hard these things are.