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“You can do it, Daddy”

I love the little reminders in life that bring you back to where you are. I think a lot of times we allow our true motivation and inspiration to be clouded by influences outside of who we truly are. I do that a lot and I believe it’s important to remind ourselves often of why we do the things we do.

Because we are each so different we all have different motivations. We can be motivated and inspired by health, religion, family, hope, future, pain, loss, wealth, poverty, the way people see us, the way we hope people see us, and on, and on, and on. Our motivations are as different as we are from each other.

I get lost in the end results at times and forget how much the process and those who are with me in that process are my motivation. For me, it’s not so much about the end results as it is what happens to us on the way.

My daughter came with me to the gym this morning. There’s plenty of space so she gets the opportunity to sit and watch Netflix, play puzzles, or run around and play (it’s always a big day for my kids when they get to go to the gym). Today I was 2/3 of the way through a very painful workout. Every 10 reps or so I would put the bar down, step back, and take 2 breaths. I was beginning to become disappointed that this was so difficult for me. I know people that are where I want to be and I don’t think this would affect them like this. Mentally I began to spiral with disappointment in myself.

Then my angel spoke to me.

My angel is my little girl, Abby. She’s 4 going on 15 going on 22. She’s sweet, independent, sassy, and has me completely whipped. I put the bar down after the 50th rep and from the far end of the gym she clapped for me and shouted “You can do it Daddy!”

You can do it Daddy…

She wasn’t comparing me to other people or some future imagined version of myself. She saw me working and by that fact alone I was achieving.

You can do it Daddy…

It brought me back. Back to her. Back to her brother and her mother. Back to my family that has always supported me even when I made some crazy decisions. Back to my family that has always wanted the best for me. I don’t have to be the best for them because I already am the best in their eyes. And that’s why I do this, because they love me. Because hearing them yell for me and support me is the greatest feeling in the world.

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