So I was having a text conversation with my brother and I sent him a picture of my son standing up with his elbows propped up on the seat of a chair we were using as part of a make shift barricade to keep him out of the kitchen. This barricade consisted of his stroller, a box and two kitchen table chairs. He army crawled, scooted and squirmed his way through more of it than I would like to admit before he got to this point…where he was squealing with delight playing the drums on the seat.
My brother’s response was, “…the unstoppable.”
To which I text, “Seriously, as humans when do we get so lazy? If I had as much persistence and energy as he does I would be running a major company!”
My brother responded (and I could hear his matter of fact voice saying these words while scratching the hair on his face), “I think it is that his goals are simplified. We became overwhelmed at some point and cocooned in. But yeah, I kept my goals simple and ate a whole Taco Bell Grande meal last night. Pride feels a lot like shame sometimes.”
I laughed at the truth behind it…Fake it ’til you make it Friday!