Yesterday I went out and did some hiking recon for a trail I’m thinking about incorporating in the business. There was a bit of resistance to going out on my own. “You have emails to send”, “You’ll miss Krav Maga training”, and “You need to practice the course content” were all thoughts contributing to this resistance.
I’d originally planned to go the weekend before – leaving Sunday and returning Monday – but a lack of preparation caused me to offset it for a week. This Saturday night rolled around and I found myself logistically prepared, but having committed to Roen’s birthday drinks and a night out with the girlfriend. It turned into a late one. I woke on Sunday at 7am to find there was trackwork on the train lines down to Heathcote. Resistance wins again! Put off for another day.
Yesterday I bit the bullet and did the recon. Naturally everything went off without a hitch. While I was sitting by Lake Eckersley having just gone for a swim, it occurred to me how this “resistance” can control your behaviour.
For me, the resistance acts mainly through fear. Fear of expressing yourself honestly and becoming vulnerable. Fear of leaving your comfort zone and experiencing discomfort (which is different from pain). Fear of missing out on a better experience, rather than being content with what you have right here.
I smiled as I sipped my cup of tea, noticing the makeshift “jungle vines” made of rope, used by kids to swing into the lake.
We’ve all heard the old adage: “challenge begets improvement”. But how often do we really challenge ourselves and move past the resistance? I’m not suggesting we constantly challenge ourselves, but maybe a little more than we currently are. The first step is to acknowledge and gain an awareness of the resistance. Not so it can be “overcome”, rather that it can be noticed as we engage in those activities we identify as aligning toward our values and goals, even if they’re a little challenging.
Oh and the trail was the Heathcote to Waterfall trail in the Heathcote National Park. Perhaps there’s something metaphoric in going from a “heath” to a raging “waterfall” to do with resistances. That’s beyond my intellectual powers, though.
Photo is of a water dragon I found chilling on the rocks down in the national park.