Anything in life worth pursuing requires making time for it.
Tonight’s a perfect example.
I want to stay in shape. I’m in better shape now than I was in my twenties, but I can feel the old bad habits creep in when I’ve had a stressful day.
Sit and watch some TV. Play some iphone game you just heard about. Listen to some music.
All good things.
Ways to unwind.
But not gonna keep me in shape.
The girls wanted some steak salads tonight, so I figured about 15 minutes of cooking time.
I did a quick workout in the back yard while they cooked.
5 minutes of burpees and situps.
1 minute rest to flip the steaks.
5 minutes of high knees, double butt kicks and pushups.
Heart rate up, a little sweat from the 90 degree back yard air, and steaks are done.
Work out accomplished.
I think about how often I would make excuses for why I can’t work out.
I’m too busy at work.
I’m one of the owners of the company I work at. I have too much to take care of.
Nonsense.
I’m making excuses rather than making time.
Making excuses has become a national past time.
That’s one thing I found infertility couples don’t do.
They make time to learn as much as they can about the cycle they’re about to do.
They make time to ask the doctor a million questions until they feel like they’ve gotten answers they need to invest $10,000 or so of hard earned money on a cycle.
They make time to research the success rates of clinics, call the insurance company about all the nuances of their coverage (or lack thereof) and make sure they understand EVERY possible thing that could go wrong before a cycle starts.
They make the time to change their plan, listen to their heart to see if it’s time to follow a new direction, and then they make the time to follow that new plan.
Without excuses as a crutch, they make it all the way to their vision of parenthood.