Does anyone else hang on to things that you KNOW you won’t ever use or need again? Why? Why do we do this?
I was cleaning out some drawers & things, and came across 3 old lap swimsuits and a few more old suits (from like, 15 years ago) that I was keeping as “back up” suits. Back up to what exactly?? A bathing suit emergency? These lap suits were stretched out beyond what I could wear, and the others were not the right size. They were very thin, almost see through. And one of them had bra cups that had accidentally gone through the dryer so they were bumpy & clumpy & just not fit to be worn anywhere. Ever. Like, ever. Not even in a swimming emergency.
But it made me think about why… Why am I keeping this? I think there’s a continuum of ideas that start on the “keep everything” side and move toward the “get rid of everything!” side. I’m usually on the get-rid-of-it side, but for some reason I want to keep these old suits. Maybe because they are tied to memories of when I was in my 20s (not the greatest part of my life, why do I want to hang on to that??). Maybe because I’ll lose a few pounds and get back in one. Maybe because it just feels weird throwing away something that at one point had meaning, but now is junk. That transition from good to bad is powerful, even with something like a swimsuit.
And I even found a pair of shoes that were – at one time – fantastic! They were Dansko clogs. After some intense foot pain years ago, these were the only shoes that I could wear. I’ve had them forever but the soles literally have holes the size of a quarter that you can see straight through. But they are still here. Why? I don’t know! I dooooon’t knooooooooow. Not sure why I have such a strong pull with some things that aren’t really doing anything for me right now.
Maybe this post will inspire someone to get rid of the crap. Take out the trash. Let go of the things that don’t serve you anymore. Whether it’s a shoe or a jerk in your life (home, work, whatever) or a version of yourself that you’re not too happy about….get rid of that mess. I’m throwing out those old suits AND shoes right now… I’ll dig deeper later, but it’s a start and good enough for right now.
Found on G images….somewhere in cyberspace…
Is there a God of Balance? There are many mythological figures out there…the god of alcohol, the god of sun, the god of this, that……but is there a god of balance? I know there’s a god of justice – that’s not what I’m talking about.
BALANCE – the yin & the yang. Some ebb & flow that’s natural. Balancing work and life and kids and goals and marriage and food and exercise and laundry (omg laundry) and dirty bathrooms and appointments and all the things.
Have you ever done that team building activity where you’re all in a circle & pass around some yarn back & forth across the group? The idea is that if one person lets go it changes the dynamic completely. Some days it’s more tangible than others, but on the days when it’s all flowing in the right direction…man, that’s a good day right there!! And on those days where the scale of balance is tipped so heavily that you’re sure it’ll never find equilibrium again…those days suck.
I think balance is more important to some people than others. Some people seem to be all or nothing with everything: food, alcohol, exercise, whatever. It’s taken to the extreme. I’m not one of those people. But I do really enjoy the sweet spot in all those things – and definitely in tri training.
So, to all of you 5 readers who can resonate with finding some balance, fighting the lack of balance, and striving to keep some balance….cheers to you! And good luck. It’s hard to do.
This weekend we had 11 bikes in the garage – 3 for my husband, 3 for me, 3 for the kids, and 2 friend’s bikes that we were fixing. We are now down to 9. But it made me think about how some of them had a long history (25 plus years), some were the kids’ first rides or from Santa, and my history of riding. Made me think of how it was one of the first things I remember about meeting my husband – he had some sexy bike skills! Made me think of the freedom and also how scary it can be to crash on one – especially as an adult. We don’t bounce back from that like the kids do!
All of these pictures tell a story…Some reflect that we’ve gotten the kids on bikes from as early as possible. I love the one below of Jason & the boys. He’s been eager to get them on a bike from the beginning. The one on the bottom right is when we all did our first trail ride together last year, all 4 of us. That was a good day!
Some of the pics are about riding through deep sadness after losing a dog we had for 17 years. Libby was a great dog. There’s a huge sunflower field that’s in bloom in the middle of the summer – these were taken on July 4th. They are literally as big as my head. Can’t wait for another ride there.
As I was going through old pictures I found some pics I took of my accident. I was on an old mountain bike (described loosely as a mountain bike) and slowly went over a speed bump…too slow. My speed was so slow that it stopped me and I went over the bars, on my face. First pic is right after, then about 2 hours later, then the next morning at the ER. Nothing some drugs & time couldn’t fix, but definitely very scary and very painful. I always wear a helmet but that day I was with the kids and I left the house with out it – then went back to get it!! If I hadn’t had a helmet, I don’t know what could have happened. It definitely absorbed some of the hit. Wear your helmet! But I got back on as soon as I could; didn’t want to make this a turning point in the wrong direction.
And then of course there are many from my triathlons but these are a couple of my favorites – one is transition area at Smile Train and one is Ramblin’ Rose, both taken in 2014 I believe. Super exciting that they are right around the corner again!
And then there’s where I can see the future! My oldest learning mad skills on the trails, and me learning some new skills too! Yay bikes!
Ethan’s first real mountain bike!