Years ago I hurt my back.
I couldn’t move around without pain let alone exercise.
It was during that stretch of time my attitude toward the cardio-exercise I loathed shifted from: “I *have* to do cardio” to “I get to do cardio.”
It happened gradually, yet after a while when I’d hear others lament they had to walk or Zumba or run or elliptical, my first thought would be: Oh. I’d love to be able to move that way right now. I wish I could do the cardio I used to whine about.
As Joni sang: You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
More frequently than I’d like I “unpack” (as the kids say) my feelings about how I’d love to pop in, have fun and leave.
I’m many things and apparently one of them is slow.
It took 6 years, but last night, as the Child & I chatted about her first days of school and the upcoming year, everything clicked.
I don’t *have* to be the one supervising homework – – I get to be the one managing her after-school efforts.
I GET to be the one into whose bed she leaps when yet another thunderstorm errupts.
I get to be the one who “makes” her read each night before she goes to bed.
(And I *get* to be the one who surprises her with an extra episode of a trashy sitcom with a scoop of ice cream on the side.)
(S.G.’s head shot is not a road-selfie.)
This post was longer, more rambling, and contained numerated tips.
I edited. I deleted. I realized, unlike with other feelings, there are zero tricks to mindset-shifting here.
It happens all-at-once.
In a moment.
In this moment.
It happens when we make the conscious choice to change every I have to which threatens to escape our lips into an I get to.
Will you choose to join me?