As I was driving to Lyman Lake I had this scared to death tight as can be knot in my stomach. It was the first time driving alone to Lyman (well Landon was with me, but you know he is 5, not much help in a crisis) not only was I driving alone, which doesn’t really bother me, but I was pulling my adorable Shasta Baby trailer. My hands were sitting at a prompt 10 & 2 and there was no music that could distract the knot or the tenseness between my shoulder blades. As I drove through the swervy canyon and tight laned corners I wasn’t even thinking about food , which is a first as well. Ha ha.
Okay I tend to be over dramatic, but I was nervous. As I went on my merrily way I thought about when I first learned how to drive. Changing lanes was a huge deal. Once I mastered that getting on the freeway and merging seemed like an even bigger deal. Now I have the heaviest foot you know and zoom around like its my business to figure out what lane I want to be in, and road signs are just there for a suggestion or to let me know “hey, you have ½ mile till your exit, you better do some evil kneiveling to get across all 4 lanes of traffic”
Pulling this trailer humbled me. I had to drive slowly. If I started to go to fast you could see it shaking back and forth. My car didn’t go as fast as it normally does because it was puling extra weight. I watched every signed that warned to slow down for sharp corners. There is so many areas that I could take this little humbling experience, but while driving all I could think about is how I am a strong capable women. Yes I can ask for help. Yes I let people do things for me once in a while, but dang it I am strong and I am capable. There are times in life we have to do things that are hard and out of our comfort zone and after we finish with these tasks normally we feel pretty dang good. We didn’t die and we just gained a little more confidence. Living your life and not growing or changing is not living.
Say your wanting to get started on becoming healthier. It’s a change. You have to break bad little habits that got you to your point your in. Its uncomfortable and it may feel more comfortable to eat the comfort food, but that’s not living. That’s not growing. That’s not pushing yourself to becoming a healthier version of you. You may look around and cars (people) may be passing you and it may be as frustrating as heck, but you don’t give up. You’re not at your destination. There are signs laid out giving you guidance and you can choose to follow them and make it or do it your way and possibly make it. Following a coach that guides you all along the way will help you reach that destination and be that road trip partner when your feeling tired and defeated.
I made it to Lyman and that last leg felt the longest pulling that trailer through a half hour of dirt roads. My son was chatting excitedly along the way. He saw mom pull the trailer. He saw her pull off at a rest stop and even stop for gas. He saw her do something she was scared to do and you know what I am proud. I am proud to set an example for my son that we can do hard things and we can come out on the other side excited and proud that we are capable.