Commit or Get Out

"but I REALLY wanted it, mama, "   my seven-year old son, Sam lamented. 

And it wasn't over a piece of candy or the iPad.  It was over something bigger and more important.  His eyes were full of tears and his heart was breaking.  And, I had to tell him that sometimes life is unfair, but the only way you know you're truly living is if you commit...regardless of the result.

I know his pain.  I feel like a broken record wanting to run a race...wanting to recover from an injury immediately that let's be honest, just takes time.

So while I've been wallowing and consoling my son, I've realized that life is about committing.  All in...all the time...or get the fuck out.  Because, what's the point of sticking a toe in and living superficially.  You won't get the marrow out of anything.  Your relationships will be shallow.  Your rewards will be menial.  Your spirit will be sullied.  And you'll never really know your full potential.

I'm not advocating to completely throw caution to the wind or that taking calculated risks is for pansies...well, maybe a little...but mostly, what I'm saying is that you live once.  You don't know what tomorrow will bring.  You have absolutely nothing to lose.  You have a heart for a reason.  When it's pounding and telling you to go for it, that's your intuition saying, JUMP, BOLT, DRIVE, DO IT!

The worst thing that can happen is that your ego will be bruised.  Your pride may be rejected.  But the reward of knowing that you went for it.  That you tried.  That you put yourself out there.  That you believed enough in yourself to say, "To hell with fear.  I am inhabiting all of me and today I choose strength."

So, the lesson is...I'm proud of my kid.  He's a risk taker.  He's cool as shit.  I'm proud of the running I've done and I'm not giving up on him or me.  And you shouldn't either.  Commit or Get Out.