Stand tall

I’m 6’4″ and in the way. 

I slumped my shoulders, bent my knees and leaned forward on the chair in front of me.  I don’t want to be the guy who ruins the view and experience of the people behind me.  

The room of 2,000 people all stood to sing in church on Sunday.   Rising to my feet, I realized I was head and shoulders over most people in the first few rows.  I looked around and behind to see whose view I might be blocking. 

I adjusted my posture to take into account the view of those around me.  Was this humility?  I was putting others before myself, yet I was not honoring myself and was ashamed of my tallness.

I adjusted my posture and stood tall reminding myself that this is who I am. 

What are you adjusting to accomodate the experience of others?

The gear is not the habit

I just returned an REI backpack that I fully intended to use as a running backpack.

I bought it a month ago. I never ran with it. It still had the tags on it.

It’s been sitting in my office. Staring at me every morning when I walk in. “Hey, take me running! That’s what you bought me for.”

It gets worse.

I’ve been wanting to get back into running for awhile. Like months. I just haven’t found the “right time”.

Oh, I know! I will make it part of my commute that will save me some headaches and time. First, I need a backpack though, so I can carry my stuff that I need for work on my run commute.

Let the research begin. Meanwhile, I’m still not doing the thing that I really want to do. Run.

Research disguised as procrastination.

Finally I bought the bag, but it sat there. I never committed. I just soaked in buyers remorse every morning when I saw it. The voice inside my head, hey your’re not running. So, I put the condemning little backpack back into the store where maybe it can be put to good use by someone who is ready to commit.

I’m going to have some ice cream.