There are some things I'm really good at. I'm good at loyalty, at sticking with someone or some cause or some truth. I'm good at being stubborn, at digging my heels in once I'm convinced of the rightness or beauty or worth of something.
But I've never been good at trying again.
I'm a left-brained introvert. I like to look at things, take them apart, plan what I will do or say, and then launch that plan. If it doesn't work, if someone doesn't understand what I'm saying, if they refuse my reasonable request, or if the result falls short of my intentions, well... it's hard to muster the effort again. It feels like casting pearls before swine, to use a biblical metaphor.
But I think I now have a handle on how to go about it. I just did three sessions with a trainer at a nearby gym, as a way to get into properly working out. He pushed me pretty hard, making me find my limits and pass them. During a particularly difficult exercise, I found myself instinctively doing something I almost never do: I would fail to push through the rep, but instead of feeling bad or giving up on the entire set, I would simply dismiss the fact that I missed a rep and push into the next one.
Instead of assuming limits, I pushed through them; instead of assuming shame over having limits, I accepted them as a challenge.
May I learn to see the rest of life in the same way.