I love hard things. The Type-A, striving part of me loves hard things because I love blowing past my limits - feeling stronger than I thought, faster than I thought, smarter than I thought. But that's never good in the long run. The kinder, gentler part of me loves hard things because they show me that there are some things that I, in fact, can't do, and they bring up all of the discomfort that I'm avoiding when I'm too busy striving. And then I get the opportunity to get more comfortable with that discomfort, so that maybe I can stop striving so much. This was the beginnings of my intensifying love affair with yoga (starting with Bikram, of course). I was powerfully confronted by the fact that no matter how much I wanted to press on despite being on the verge of passing out and/or throwing up, I physically could not. I laid on my mat for a good 15 minutes before finally surrendering and walking out of the way-too-hot-for-me-in-that-moment room. when the cold air hit my face, I cried - the good kind. Feeling so much gratitude for finally practicing self-care over striving. The growth felt good, even though it was uncomfortable. I knew that yoga was my new BFF. These days, my kinder, gentler self wins more often.
This is a link to the first in a 5-part series by Jason Crandell on one of my favorite hard things: Chataranga.
What can you learn about yourself, your limits, and your relationship to your self when confronted by those limits?