I’m getting my first real paycheck for a post/article that I recently made payable. I’m getting a whole eight cents for it! And while I’m laughing at it, I’m also genuinely excited. I didn’t think I’d get anything for it. So to get plus six for my two cents, it feels pretty good. Preeeetty good.
We all start somewhere. Hopefully I can look back at this like a Drake song. This little bit of validation is motivation.
It makes me think of when I first started working out. Active was never a thing you’d use to describe me. I was usually in a state of adorably chubby or soft. I was weak. I had no upper body strength. In fact, I was so weak that one time when I was drunk, I tried to do a handstand against a wall and ended up pinching my sciatica nerve and couldn’t walk for a week or so. I had no endurance. My friend took me for a run around my short block and he ended up overlapping me a few times and I ended up giving up. I wasn’t very flexible. Physically useless was not a criticism of me; it was unfortunately accurate.
I couldn’t even begin to consider that I’d be able to lift the weights I do now. Or to be able to maintain the splits and flexibility that I have. It seemed like only something cool people could do and I was not cool. I couldn’t envision myself in that kind of capacity. I was just this blob. I told myself I didn’t mind where my place was but deep down, I was hurting real hard about it. I just wanted to be perceived as cool. So, so, so badly.
What changed everything for me was reading about the hell Roald Dahl put his ex-wife, Patricia Neal, through after she suffered an aneurysm. The stubbornness of her and what she endured to not only recover, but go on to win an Oscars has always stayed with me. I didn’t go through any extremes like that but I kept that mentality even though I’m not high key about it most of the time.
Another was a subconscious trust I had in myself and the process when it came to powerlifting. I remember barely even being able to deadlift 50lbs. I used the assist for pull ups for what can only be describe as a “painfully” long time. I had no experience win strength but when I somehow knew I could be good at this even though I had nothing to base it on. I decided to believe in that. I would learn to believe in it.
I went through nights of waking up in soreness that I would learn was DOMS. My body was tired and so was I. I wanted to do the minimal, but my piece of shit minimal. But I started thinking about doing the minimal of what to reach my goals. I struggled even as I got better at it. I still didn’t have the confidence. I couldn’t take it as seriously as I felt inside because I didn’t feel it with myself. I couldn’t be like fuck yeah about what I could accomplish because there were other people better than me and the cool kids would see me as the try hard to be in the club that I kind of was. I was doing shit for myself but I also longingly wanted to fit in.
Except that I was also a scared to. I was scared of being called out. I was scared to finally hang with the guy I had a crush on because he was so jacked and I still saw myself as a potato that he met me as. This new me couldn’t shake the old me. I was so scared, I spent three years lost, confused and I went back to injuries because I couldn’t bring myself to saying it was okay to embrace the confident I sometimes felt.
In fact, it’s taken five years to believe in myself when it came to my physical capabilities and it’s only pretty recently that I can genuinely say I believe it. I didn’t even really believe it even after I did my first powerlifting meet this past February. Confidence in myself has never come easy. But it’s beginning to welcome itself in the past few months. Especially when it comes to powerlifting. Though it can’t be a priority right now, it’s a love of mine that I will always commit to and get back to. I’m good at it.
I started from a bottom and then I got to a great spot.
I felt the same kind of feels when I saw the check. Things take time to grow but I can do this even if I can’t explain to you how or the steps I’m going to take. I think a big part of it is trusting the process and having faith in myself and my abilities, capabilities.
I did more for my writing this year than my entire life and they were small victories but still victories. One article and an eight cent paycheck speaks more than the nothing I did to put myself out there before then. Both these things give me that tiny more confidence to continuing writing, understanding the different branches of it and make something of it one day.