Where is your edge?
Randomly scanning the Facebook site I saw some photos that a guy I met in Mozambique had posted. He was travelling in Cambodia and there were pictures of him in temples and markets. One was with him, a huge snake around his shoulder and an even bigger smile. I commented on how happy he looked, livin’ on the edge.
Just minutes after he wrote me back saying how great it was to hear from me, hoping I will still smiling big.
Where is your edge at the moment? he asked.
At THAT moment I had come back late from work, so tired I had fallen asleep on my lunch break, was contemplating going to the gym but instead had found myself in front of the computer with a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s New York Fudge Chunk ice cream.
Yeah, where was my edge?
This guy knew me as the kind of girl that skinny dips at 5 o’clock in the morning and jumps off the highest bridge bungee jump in the world. A girl that would never turn down a good party even if she was wearing the same smelly t-shirt from the night before. A girl who suggests you go for a hike instead of a coffee and someone who will encourage you to pursue your dreams no matter how distant they may seem.
The wild girl in me is still alive although she might be resting a little bit. But why? Just because my edge is not a 216 meter bridge doesn’t mean there are not limits to cross in order to grow.
The everyday challenges come in disguise and only you can know what they are.
It could be catching yourself just before you make a negative remark.
It could be running that extra mile to prove to yourself you can do it.
It could be applying for the job that you have put in a frame of dream scenarios, that you keep looking at from a distance, but never go towards.
Or in my case, it could be grabbing my training bag and head off to the gym, even one hour before closing time.
I could run that extra mile (hey it’s only 1,6 kilometer) and make it cross the edge of laziness.
All it takes is one first step, many times in a row.