I have bruised knuckles on both hands right now. I wasn’t in a fight. I actually hurt my hands riding a jet ski maybe a little too aggressively. I didn’t even notice I had hurt myself in the moment. I guess I wasn’t heeding my own advice of relaxing the grip. But that small pilot error on my part has yielded a perfect metaphor for the last few weeks and months. As I looked down at my two hands of bruised knuckles I couldn’t help but think, “this is me right now.”
The last little while has been tough. Work hasn’t been easy on any front. In the better times it’s two steps forward, one step back. In these times it feels like it’s mostly been one step forward, two steps back. Nothing has failed, but I also haven’t had any wins for a while, and there are have been plenty of setbacks. Much of this has been out of my control. But my bruised knuckles represent the fight to get back on top of life. The deeper struggles have been personal.
When the world outside is tough, it tests what’s on the inside. I’ve been working hard for a long time to feel centered and aligned, and I’ve made a lot of progress there. But it’s clear that there’s more work to done. At times, that work feels impossibly daunting. But it’s at those very moments that I need to look down at bruised knuckles and remember, I’ve got that fight in me.
Or maybe I just need a little adrenaline rush to kick me back into high gear. Either way, the moral of the story is, when times get tough, just keep on going.