Stress gets a bad rap. We try to minimize stress all throughout our lives, relationships, and jobs. When something doesn’t go our way, it stresses us out. We avoid having difficult conversations. We set the bar lower than we are capable for fear of failure. We rationalize the easy way out. We settle for “good enough.”
Will I be a better version of myself in 2020? Will I finally agree that when my nutrition plan calls for “good carbs” that does not mean drink more tasty local brews? Will I be more patient when someone walks up to me after a race and asks me how it's possible for me to swim? Or any other very strange questions.
This time allows me to get my head right and ready for the day ahead – I feel I’m better able to roll with things if I’ve biked, run or walked in and this, in turn, makes me happier and better at my job; and on the way home, time to unwind from whatever the day brought.
That meltdown allowed me to release a bunch of hidden stress and clear my mind. It also helped me realize that I was just going to go do the best I could and have fun doing it.
This wasn't supposed to happen, but it did, and now I am trying to navigate my new reality, a life without her.