A few months ago, I started boxing.
Let’s just say Rocky Balboa made it look easy.
It was categorically NOT easy. Quite the opposite.
Learning boxing was hard.
Everything about it was uncomfortable. Foreign. New, and not the exciting kind of new.
I didn’t know the lingo and terminology.
I didn’t know the mechanics required to perform each maneuver. How to stand. How to move. When to move. Where to move.
I knew nothing.
This meant each time my trainer said a combo, I had to think about the word, define it in my head, get my body into position, and activate my brain/body connection.
Phew. It was physically, mentally and emotionally exhausting.
It had been a long time since I'd learned something from square one. Over the years I’ve picked up hobbies, taken courses and classes and advanced my education. Yet there was always a vague notion of pre-existing knowledge in place.
Session after session, I kept going. Kept trying. Kept moving.
All the while, choosing self-kindness and self-compassion and to treat me as I would my children in a similar situation. There was a lot of grace and many internal high fives.
Eventually, it took. I began landing combinations and sped up my reaction time.
And you know what? I’m proud of myself.
Proud because learning new things takes effort.
Proud because learning new things isn’t easy yet is always worth it.
Proud because being uncomfortable is when the payoff happens.
And that is everything.
Stacey (+ Sarah)