“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”—Charles Bukowski (via naisae)
Thing is, with my workouts, there is *never* a sense of mastery. Mastery is not the goal. Sooner or later I forget that, and I get pulled into this feeling of “Good lord, here I am slogging away at the back of the class like I always am. When am I going to stop feeling like a dork?”
It’s not about perfection. It’s about keeping it difficult, making the time count, remembering to laugh compassionately with others and at yourself, avoiding injury, using good form, and taking on ever more challenging movements (that make you feel like a dork most of the time and push your boundaries on an emotional and physical level).
It’s hard at the gym so it can be easy in the other departments of your life