The past few years have been chuck full of suprises. Some like Jason Bateman jumping out of a birthday cake and doing a fancy lapdance and others more like a hot frying pan to the face. I can own that some of the challenges have been the direct result of my own choices. Some of them have been the other side of the coin, something really terrific with a down side. A few have been outside of my control entirely, and I've had no choice but to move and change and grow as a direct result.
I don't say any of this to complain. I often challenge clients who want a do-over by reminding them that IF they could hop in the time machine and go back, they would have to give up all the good that has happened too. I have yet to meet one who says they are willing to do that. I wouldnt give up my friends, family, dog, experiences to go back and make other choices.
The conclusion I came to is that I need to feel a sense of choice over a challenge. Something that is not at work, something that is for me, that is empowering, and kick ass. Something really hard but totally doable even if it seems impossible.
I'm going to do a triathalon.
I've started researching, recruiting...hey if you're in, let me know, and getting a grip on what has to happen. I've found a reasonably challenging plan that allows for a total amatuer to embrace her inner (clearly insane) athlete. Id like to chronicle much of it here and share with you how it is going, both for accountability and encouragement. Hint hint.
There will probably be a lot more cussing in upcoming posts, but if you could invite a few friends to read too, that would be sweet.
P.S. this is not a lame attempt at a shoddy half assed new years resolution. 2012 resolutions include my current journal and getting a damn tattoo. Finally.
