I have to do this! I have to do that! What am I going to do next? What do I have to do tomorrow? What is due tomorrow? And so on and so on and so on. The relentless things to do list runs through my head like a runaway freight train with no end in sight. It makes my already frizzy hair even frizzier like a crazed woman.
With unlimited commitments, working multiple jobs, keeping up with the housework, driving kids around, all the various expectations and duties, our lives are too complicated. When you have a family, this comes with the territory. But many times, we add extra stress and anxiety unto ourselves.
I’m a martial artist who loves to fight. Kicking, throwing, punching, arm barring, pinning. You name it. I love it all. If you challenge me, I will take you up on it. If obstacles are in my way, I will push through it. If someone charges at me, I will throw them down. Hard.
Nothing stops me from facing my opponents head on. Is fighting scary? Yes! Is fighting fun? Of course! Do I learn from fighting? You bet.
As much as I love fighting in the Dojo, my favorite fights are the ones I face in daily life.
But first, let me clarify what I mean by fighting. It’s not being mean to someone, being a bully, hurting people or starting arguments.
What I mean by fighting, is to fight the good fight. The good fight involves fighting for your passions and dreams, for what you believe in, your self-worth and your life purpose. It’s about living and walking your inner truth being the person who you are deep down inside. The good fighter is strong and brave, but fluid and relaxed with a spirited heart filled with light and love.
So how do you become the good fighter?
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
Last Saturday I attended a funeral visitation to grieve and honor the death of my friend’s mother. As my friend talked about her mom, the pain on her face gripped tight within my heart and body. Everyone in the room connected with her grief. It was palatable. And, justifiably so. Her mother was a delight filled with love, and we were blessed to have known her.
At the luncheon following the service, a few loved ones spoke in front of the group. They expressed how much they loved her, her impact on them and what they remembered most. Every story was beautiful, touching and unique in its own way. But what struck me the most, was these stories included the lessons learned from her death. And, the lesson was to live life fully filled with love.