Tears are currently crashing on my keyboard as I type these words. Not tears of pain or suffering but tears of joy and thanksgiving. It’s Friday evening and it’s been one heck of a week. You know, the kind of week where happy hour starts screaming at 3pm, except you’re on week 2 of a body-fat cut, trying to shred the extra fluff that crept up through Texas Tex Mex and Brisket. So no booze for this girl.
Instead, I sit on my balcony and listen to my downstairs neighbor sweep her patio while sipping a Spindrift. My tears represent the following thoughts:
- Doing what you love, isn’t always convenient.
- Doing what you love, doesn’t always bring immediate joy.
- Doing what you love, doesn’t mean you love what you do all the time.
Doing what you love, means experiencing moments that set your soul on fire. Moments that overflow your cup with the feeling of purpose.
Those moments can be few and far in-between; but when you catch one, it hits so deep inside you that you forget the time that has passed, and you remember that there isn’t any amount of money that can replicate that feeling.
When I had my personal training business I experienced this satisfaction on a consistent basis. When my alarm went off at 3:45am, the first thought that entered my mind was a prayer of gratitude. I never felt the Sunday night dreads that so many people sulk in each week.
While I don’t have current employment dreads, I will admit that my job uses up more brain power than I’d like to admit. I’m in high demand and usually have a dozen or so plates spinning at a time. Days are long. Stress is heavy. Especially when you’re a type A personality and put a lot of it on yourself.
But for 6 hours a week I get to virtually train my best friend and my favorite couple. Today, I got to coach one of them through a lifetime personal best Back Squat! 300lbs! I was so stinking excited for him that I practically burst into tears of joy. It was a goal we set 2 years ago.
While I pushed the tears aside this morning, I couldn’t help but let them flow after receiving a heartfelt note of thanks just a little while ago. I love helping people positively change their life and accomplish their goals. It’s my spark.
The spark that lights my soul on fire may be the water that puts your fire out. That’s Ok, because each of us has our own endless supply of gasoline. We just need to find the match.
If you don’t have something in your life that sparks that fire, you may want to take a look at where your time and attention is spent. If you’re not sure what that something is, you may want to spend some time with the Big Guy upstairs, opening your head and your heart to follow His plans for you.
“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.” 1 Peter 4:10
The Breadcrumb Trail is my personal, patriotic and prayer-filled journey. Thanks for following.
May God bless and protect our country and everyone reading.