Month: October 2015

You Are Never Going to Feel like It

“You are never going to feel like it.” -Mel Robbins

I occasionally search for inspiration through TED talks. In the talk titled How to Stop Screwing Yourself Over, Robbins leads us to ponder why it is that people can’t seem to simply pursue the things they want to achieve. It is all too familiar – we tell ourselves we are going to do something, and there is no doubt that we want to accomplish this something – but we end up losing that initial action-propelling spark, and we convince ourselves of why it may not be really worth it.

Robbins says she hates the word “fine.” In fact, we always tell ourselves it’s “fine” – it’s fine if we don’t accomplish this or that, it’s fine to settle and not set the bar too high, it’s fine if we’re not truly happy and alive. Things are fine as they are now. But is it really fine?

We probably say this to ourselves because we don’t feel like doing what’s required to get what we want. Robins posits that, whatever it is we hope to achieve, we are NOT ever going to feel like doing it – not today, and not tomorrow. That “perfect” time we tell ourselves will come – most likely will not come. If we can just accept this fact, maybe we can stop using it as an excuse for not pursuing what is truly in our hearts.

Further, Robbins graces us with a tip: When we have an impulse to do something, we should act on it in the first 5 seconds – rather than giving ourselves time to talk ourselves out of it.

Since I am never going to feel like it, I decided (after watching this TED talk) to get off my ass and go to the gym. I figured I might as well today, since I had pushed it off yesterday because I didn’t feel like it and I probably won’t feel like it tomorrow either. I had visited my parents’ house for Columbus Day weekend and had a long weekend of respite and gluttonous indulgence in Mom’s cooking. To be fair, it was very much needed. However, I knew that I had to eventually go for that “all-out” workout that would help me feel less whale-like and help me feel fully refreshed to start the work week.

During my run, whenever it got hard, I told myself, “You are never going to feel like it” – and I kept going. In the middle of my Arnold presses (which, for some reason, really drain my arm strength), I pushed through the last two sets, shaking arms, with the reminder that I am NEVER going to feel like it.

Despite myself, I would like to thank Mrs. Robbins for taking away one of my favorite excuses of all time.

Whatever it is you want to accomplish, you may never really feel like doing the grunt work it requires (and god knows I’m with you)…but I hope you and I don’t use that as an excuse for not pulling through to see the rewards. 🙂



What You’re Supposed to Do on Your Nighttime Jog

I looked out my window. The evening was just departing, and the black shade of night had started to cover the entire neighborhood. A faint light through the darkness allowed me to dimly see the house on the opposite side of the cul-de-sac that touched my house. I debated whether to go on that run, or to push it off yet another day. I got dressed and decided to go.

On my nighttime run, I kept the flashlight app on my phone switched on in order to navigate through the particularly long gaps in between street lights. I started out with the sensual song “Skin” by Rihanna during my warm-up, then allowed Spotify to choose the next songs at random from my “Feel Good” list – they ended up being mellow songs, including “Bella Luna” by Jason Mraz and “Sparks” by Coldplay.

I was pleasantly surprised to jog past two couples. It made me feel safe and less alone. I guess I had expected the jog to be a risky one, and a lonely one.

It was slightly cool, to a perfectly refreshing degree. I felt so at peace, and I felt that I was receiving an unexpected sort of therapy. I knew that jogging would make me feel better (as exercise always does), but imagining something is never quite like experiencing it.

As I ran in the dark, the only things I felt that I was supposed to do were: to keep going, to be a part of this vast, black atmosphere, and to notice the shades of light that occasionally flashed in front of me. These lights were cast by the cars passing by or the dim, orange hue emitted from street lights. The only things I had to do were to notice, to be a part of the world, and to go about my way. I only had to notice, to be, to keep going.

It was perfect.