My Heroes, we ALL fall down in our lives. We fall down on the job. We fall down as parents. We fall down as children. We fall down as friends. We fall down as lovers. We fall down on our goals, whatever they may be and however numerous. WE. FALL. DOWN.
Some of us fall gracefully, quietly, silent to our own souls. Others fall messily, noisily, drowning out the joy in our heart. Still others fall with a thud so final it reverberates through our spirit like an overworked tuning fork. Some fall still clinging to the roots of yesterday whilst gazing at tomorrow’s hoped-for bounty, forgetting to notice what is right in front of them….surefootedness.
Sometimes, when we fall, we’ve had help. Falling that is. Perhaps we tripped over something unseen, but very present. Perhaps someone pushed us, as awful as that sounds. Perhaps our clothing caught on something sharp and we were pulled to our knees, smacking the concrete in pain.
Pain. Yes. Falling is painful. Period. There’s no arguing that point. The degree of pain is arguable and case-sensitive, but the PAIN is STILL there, reminding us, in case we should so quickly forget, that we are face down in a pile of ________(insert nasty substance of choice here).
My Heroes, I am here to invite you to KEEP FALLING. Yes, you read that right. KEEP FALLING. You are thinking, at this point, I’ve lost it. Perhaps. But, my amazing Heroes, the falling is NEVER the problem. Even the pain….no, it’s not REALLY the problem, either.
The problem lies there, on the ground, beneath you, where it feels comfortable, even just a little….or maybe a LOT. Because sometimes the ground is a seemingly much better place to be than…well, up. The problem FEEDS on the seconds, minutes, weeks, months, years that tick by while you determine if and/or when you will get back up.
GET. BACK. UP. Now. Quickly. Messily. Ungracefully. Screaming a slew of phrases that would make any bystander question your intelligence AND your sanity. Scratching. Clawing. Dancing. Singing. Laughing. Crying. Bloodied soul and deflated spirit. JUST. GET. BACK. UP.
This is not a new concept. Boxers have been living this Hero’s phrase for decades: Life isn’t about how many times you fall, but how many times you get up after you fall. Heroes, how many times have you read that or heard that, nodded your proverbial head, and ignored it. In fact, likely you ignored it AS YOU WERE FALLING, AGAIN. We ALL do. We nod, thinking, ‘Of course I’d get back up…if I weren’t so damn comfortable….I think….’
Until we fall, again. Hard. Bruised. Pain too deep to bear. Then we aren’t so sure. We hide beneath the business of life without REALLY getting back up. We go about our days and nights in a fog, almost wrote, robotic; just get through this hour, this moment, this day, this night. We hide behind false productivity and other people’s successes. We hide behind those masks, that smile….We crawl behind our children, our excuse and our reason.
My Heroes, this is NOT getting back up. Getting back up….REALLY getting back up requires being true to yourself, first and foremost. It requires raw, vulnerable, emotion-facing reflection. It requires admitting to yourself that you are still down there in the first place, face planted in an alternate reality. It requires forgiveness. Of yourself. For yourself. It requires LETTING GO, PULLING IN, and lifting off the mask.
This all may be too much to handle at once. Then don’t. No one said that getting up has to take place all at once, or even by oneself. So long as progress is there. Be it leaps and bounds or itty, bitty inches.
JUST. GET. BACK. UP. TIME. AFTER. TIME.
When you do, my Heroes, you take back your strength, your power, your control, your soul, your heart, your spirit. Weights are lifted that no longer keep you on the ground because you won’t ALLOW them to. And in doing so, you….feel…free.
And each time we fall, then get back up, we learn something new about ourselves. Something you cannot know, understand, or expect until you’ve fallen and risen again and again and again and again.
So, my Heroes, FALL. GET BACK UP. ONE MORE TIME. We will be waiting for you when you do.
What do you think, Heroes? Tell us how you fall and how you get up. Are you quiet? Loud? Messy? Creative?
Comment below and be entered into our 2015 1st Quarter Hero Raffle!
I’ll be looking for the bruises, the scrapes, and the triumphs, my Heroes,
Lora Ackermann
Get Back Up Hero Trainer
Some of us fall gracefully, quietly, silent to our own souls. Others fall messily, noisily, drowning out the joy in our heart. Still others fall with a thud so final it reverberates through our spirit like an overworked tuning fork. Some fall still clinging to the roots of yesterday whilst gazing at tomorrow’s hoped-for bounty, forgetting to notice what is right in front of them….surefootedness.
Sometimes, when we fall, we’ve had help. Falling that is. Perhaps we tripped over something unseen, but very present. Perhaps someone pushed us, as awful as that sounds. Perhaps our clothing caught on something sharp and we were pulled to our knees, smacking the concrete in pain.
Pain. Yes. Falling is painful. Period. There’s no arguing that point. The degree of pain is arguable and case-sensitive, but the PAIN is STILL there, reminding us, in case we should so quickly forget, that we are face down in a pile of ________(insert nasty substance of choice here).
My Heroes, I am here to invite you to KEEP FALLING. Yes, you read that right. KEEP FALLING. You are thinking, at this point, I’ve lost it. Perhaps. But, my amazing Heroes, the falling is NEVER the problem. Even the pain….no, it’s not REALLY the problem, either.
The problem lies there, on the ground, beneath you, where it feels comfortable, even just a little….or maybe a LOT. Because sometimes the ground is a seemingly much better place to be than…well, up. The problem FEEDS on the seconds, minutes, weeks, months, years that tick by while you determine if and/or when you will get back up.
GET. BACK. UP. Now. Quickly. Messily. Ungracefully. Screaming a slew of phrases that would make any bystander question your intelligence AND your sanity. Scratching. Clawing. Dancing. Singing. Laughing. Crying. Bloodied soul and deflated spirit. JUST. GET. BACK. UP.
This is not a new concept. Boxers have been living this Hero’s phrase for decades: Life isn’t about how many times you fall, but how many times you get up after you fall. Heroes, how many times have you read that or heard that, nodded your proverbial head, and ignored it. In fact, likely you ignored it AS YOU WERE FALLING, AGAIN. We ALL do. We nod, thinking, ‘Of course I’d get back up…if I weren’t so damn comfortable….I think….’
Until we fall, again. Hard. Bruised. Pain too deep to bear. Then we aren’t so sure. We hide beneath the business of life without REALLY getting back up. We go about our days and nights in a fog, almost wrote, robotic; just get through this hour, this moment, this day, this night. We hide behind false productivity and other people’s successes. We hide behind those masks, that smile….We crawl behind our children, our excuse and our reason.
My Heroes, this is NOT getting back up. Getting back up….REALLY getting back up requires being true to yourself, first and foremost. It requires raw, vulnerable, emotion-facing reflection. It requires admitting to yourself that you are still down there in the first place, face planted in an alternate reality. It requires forgiveness. Of yourself. For yourself. It requires LETTING GO, PULLING IN, and lifting off the mask.
This all may be too much to handle at once. Then don’t. No one said that getting up has to take place all at once, or even by oneself. So long as progress is there. Be it leaps and bounds or itty, bitty inches.
JUST. GET. BACK. UP. TIME. AFTER. TIME.
When you do, my Heroes, you take back your strength, your power, your control, your soul, your heart, your spirit. Weights are lifted that no longer keep you on the ground because you won’t ALLOW them to. And in doing so, you….feel…free.
And each time we fall, then get back up, we learn something new about ourselves. Something you cannot know, understand, or expect until you’ve fallen and risen again and again and again and again.
So, my Heroes, FALL. GET BACK UP. ONE MORE TIME. We will be waiting for you when you do.
What do you think, Heroes? Tell us how you fall and how you get up. Are you quiet? Loud? Messy? Creative?
Comment below and be entered into our 2015 1st Quarter Hero Raffle!
I’ll be looking for the bruises, the scrapes, and the triumphs, my Heroes,
Lora Ackermann
Get Back Up Hero Trainer