Good morning, sunshine. It is a bloody beautiful day here in the best city in the world. The kind of day where you just want to drink in the goodness, but alas, duty calls. And midtown. The sun's even shining in midtown. And that's something.
So was thinking about this the other day in pilates- when I wanted to curse my teacher for making the class so damn hard. I hated it the entire time. Not a moment of joy. And that got me thinking- why do we award things and give more value to things that are "hard"? Is it because overcoming challenges is important to our growth? Of course. But some of us are not motivated by hard. I mean, I like a challenge as much as the next girl, but at this stage in my life, I wonder if there's anything wrong with making things a little bit easier?
And I guess everyone has their own definition of what's hard. I live in a city that many would argue is the hardest to live in in the entire country, but I tried living somewhere easier (Miami) and found it super hard. Ha. It's true.
What I'm getting at is this conditioning we all endure that tells us we must go through hell to come out the other side, or some version of hard. I don't disagree entirely, but damn if I don't just want to bring on the easy. Or whatever my version of that is. Some people like a deep tissue massage, some people like to be tickled with a feather. That's life. Guess which one I like better?
For instance, finding out what I really want to be when I grow up is hard. Dealing with family stuff is bloody hard. Accepting the way you look is hard. I suppose it's all perception really but that's stuff I have always found super tough in terms of day to day life.
But here's what's always been easy for me- being creative. Expressing my style. Laughing a lot. And in terms of work, working with people I care about and admire and respect- that makes the hard work very easy. I love ease. I'm into it. I want more of it in my life. I guess my point of this whole post is to say- instead of striving for things that are hard (like a marathon for instance), why not strive for life to be easy? What's wrong with that? Of course my Jewish sense of suffering struggles with this way of thinking. I've been raised to think everything is hard anyway. And maybe it's really just about changing my state of mind- is a pilates class really that hard in the scheme of things? I can anything for an hour, right? And sure, the results make it great but if I think of it as too hard, I lose the urge to go. But I persist somehow.
I dunno just something I've been thinking about lately. The focus on "hard" work. Right now, I really would love to just take it easy, whatever that may entail, I'm all in. You go run a marathon. I'll be right over here.
Cause that's what's up this easy, breezy Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in getting there. XO