While most of my day-to-day life revolves around being a competitive athlete and all things that support that lifestyle (micro-dialing in nutrition, recovery and mobility as much as possible, learning and talking with whoever has something to share with me about any of it), I am for some reason simultaneously trying to suppress my insanely crafty and artistic side.
I don’t know, it just doesn’t “fit in” with the tough guy, barbell monster that I am also wishing I could grow up to be someday.
When Maya was born, I was one of those scrapbooking junkies. I saved everything from her bellybutton skin that falls off shortly after birth to the first locks of hair that came from her first haircut. I put all of those sorts of things into this outrageous scrapbook that I adorned with all sorts of stickers and quotes and everything else that you could ever imagine would fit into a single scrapbook.
To be totally honest with you, I don’t even know if the thing still exists. I haven’t seen it in probably over 10 years, but for a few years it was like my little baby. I invested so much time and energy into that thing thinking that I would treasure it for the rest of her life.
None of that really has much of anything to do with what I actually set out for with this post, by the way. Other than, I guess, the fact that I am one of those people that now has an extensive collection of quotes on her Pinterest page and reference it regularly. And, I was rifling through it yesterday.
Oh, actually all of this is sort of related. I remember now why I was in there reading through all of them: I decided to start a training journal to record all of my times and lifting numbers. I’ve been really inconsistent with recording all of that and decided it was time to start documenting it so I can figure out where I’m at with my training.
Of course, though, I couldn’t just get a simple notebook. I dug up one of Jonah’s cool art journals I got or him at some point…that he’s never touched…and, got after it.
Now, it’s covered in a few stickers, some CrossFit Tilt gymnastics tape, and my initials that I printed out in my favorite shade of yellow. Inside, I laminated the first page with a picture of our family and a few chosen quotes that I thought would be inspirational on my drive over to the gym every morning.
I would love to think that I’ll keep up with it and flip through it as if it were a diary, but I have a bad track record with these sorts of things. I’m stubborn, though, and have faith that this one will take.
Anyway, back to the focus of this blog post: a quote in my little Pinterest stash that always stops me dead in my tracks.
I love this one. Ben and I talk about just how poisonous drama can be to a relationship, family, community, or really any group at all. It’s unbelievable how it can spread like wildfire, too.
I’m one of those people that usually prides themselves on how good I can be at staying away from drama, but I’ve gotten sucked in without even realizing it more times than I’m willing to admit.
While I know people that are constantly surrounded by drama, I don’t think any of those people ever really wake up in the morning thinking to themselves, “I’m gonna’ find me some drama today!” People aren’t generally “looking” for it, but there are a lot of people that allow themselves to get caught up in it.
Sometimes it’s hard. I know. A girlfriend comes at you with some outrageous story about another friend of yours or a neighbor tells you about your other neighbor and something scandalous going on next door to you. This stuff is sometimes really hard to resist, but it’s rarely the case that you walk away from getting involved in this sort of thing thinking, “Wow, I’m really glad I got involved in that.”
Drama is just that. It’s just drama. It’s just a compilation of people’s interpretations of something that may or may not even have happened. Almost none of it is “real”. It’s exactly why it’s so appealing, because it’s everyone’s most dramatic take on what actually happened.
So, while it may seem exciting and exhilarating at the time, what you don’t even realize is that it’s exhausting. It’s exhausting in a hugely counter-productive, selfish, and hurtful way.
And, there are very few times I’ve gotten involved in drama on some level and didn’t fully regret it and was totally frustrated for not controlling myself.