Well, let’s see, the weight of the bags I haul around NYC seem to be about 20+ pounds, but they are less of a burden than what they indicate about my life right now. What they mean to me…
Tiffany from my SoulCycle training group posted the parable below on facebook the other day. The sentiment really rings true for me. Sometimes, ya just have to just let go…. And when I do, the bags and the burdens don’t bother me. It’s all relative and these obstacles can be overcome. Honestly, I’m so thankful to have an extra ounce of wisdom from being older. A decade ago, I would have been stressed OUT. Now I just take things as they come and keep my maturity card handy :)
Read on, see what you think.
A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?” Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it.”
If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”
It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses. As early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through…rest, recover, and move on.
While it’s fine and good to SAY you’re going to put down the glass of water, sometimes we don’t really do it. I LOVE Mel’s approach to this:
Give yourself a time limit to freak out, feel the pain, accept the shit, get upset, shed some tears. Like 15 minutes. A time that’s long enough to deal, but not so long that you’re sulking. Then be done with it and move on with your head high.
Mel is one of the most “Soulful” instructor’s I’ve ever ridden with. She’s the one I was telling you about a couple weeks ago that I cried in her class. Apparently, this is her tactic with her kids when they freak out. They get 15 minutes to go off and then they have to drop it. As I said, I love the idea and have used its power, yesterday in fact.