I started this week feeling like shit, full of self-doubt. I looked on Instagram (as if that’ll help any insecurity) and found that I had been tagged by Heather in Bowling Green, Kentucky.
She posted a quote from LittleBook of Thin and explained she was home with a sick baby. She could sit on the couch and eat Cheeze-its or get up and “be the boss of her body.” My messaging was helping someone else, that’s why I do what I do, thank you Heather.
The next day, Marc and I watched the docu “if you’re not inthe obits, eat breakfast” on HBO.
It’s about kicking ass in your 90s. One woman, who is running at 100, told her story. She used running to get over a family tragedy (tragedies actually). It got her out of bed, it got her to climb out of her grief. Jerry Seinfeld (not 90 but his mother was in the film) talks about his life principles, one of them is “bust your ass”. Whatever you’re doing, bust your ass at it. Get up, kick ass- a theme was building
And on Wednesday, I’m telling you it was a week weird signs and signals, I ran into a friend. I can’t provide any details but we have a high profile friend in common. I say that only because it’s relevant. My friend said, “do you know how I met her?” I didn’t. She explained that this high profile person wasn’t as high profile when she met. She found out my friend’s husband was in a position to help her take her career to the next level. She didn’t mince words, she asked my friend to meet her husband. I joked with my friend “wow, she just flat out asked for what she wanted, I could do more of that.” My friend, as she walked away, said “yes, you could.” For the record, I’m a terrible “asker”.
Finally, last night Carolyn and I went to a book party at Hu for the fitness phenom Holly Rilinger. Holly’s new book “Lifted” offers fitness advice but also life advice (and my favorite nutritionist contributed to the book). Holly joked that she’s a journal keeper. When she reviewed her journals, in writing the book proposal, she constantly said “again”? Holly said, “10 years later and the same issues?” So whether you’re 40-something or 90-something, your words can “lift” someone else. Or, as Heather in Kentucky or the 100-year-old runner (I need to go back and learn her name) did, lift yourself.
Anybody or anything lift you up this week? Are you someone who asks for what you need?
Are you going to order LBT or Lifted right now?
