I want to do a pull up. This is a incredibly hard thing for me to do or to even imagine. I have a weak upper body, and further, my right side is weaker than my left.
I feel that it is impossible, but that’s not stopping me.
Mostly because last year I thought it was impossible for me to do 100 push ups. And now I do them twice a week. So, I’m moving on to pull ups, which I still feel are impossible but there’s a plan: Working up to a certain weight with single arm dumb bell rows, then moving on to inverted rows, then negative pull ups, and then (in theory) a regular pull up. I’m still on phase one but I’m moving through. 30 pounds, to 35, to 40 and now 45.
If you follow this blog, you’re aware I’m embarking on a new project that will take away all the comforts of the computer during the writing process. I’m rather terrified. It seems impossible. I love it.
I feel that we shy away from doing something ‘hard’ creatively because we focus on the big picture of that thing. The impossible nature of it. I could never do that big thing. It’s just too hard. What if I fail? I’m just going to play it safe in what I already know how to do. But if we focused on the small picture, on a fragment of the big picture, then perhaps something hard becomes more manageable. It becomes a series of steps. Climbing Machu Picchu seems impossible in its entirety but in the small picture it’s just one step after another.
It’s important to do hard things. That’s how we grow. That’s how we fail and learn from those failures. That’s when we learn that we’re stronger than we thought. That’s when we experience euphoria when we reach the top of those steps. I thought it was impossible to lift 50 pounds. But now that I’m at 45, I know that I can. Step by little step.
What impossibly hard project will you undertake this year?