I’ve been in a reflective mood lately…I was thinking about my greatest life accomplishments, the ones that have had the most profound impact on my life and me as a person.  It seems I tend to gravitate toward the things that are viewed as “difficult”.

I love to run marathons – I get psyched when I see “20 miles” on my training calendar, the longer the better – sick I know.  I actually get excited to be the sore, hobbling runner you see the day after the race.  Finishing my first marathon gave me the confidence to believe that any goal I set out for myself, no matter how grand in size, I could achieve.  It made me a stronger person.

I have always had a fear of public speaking, presentations and the like terrified me in school, and so what do I decide to do, train to teach a group fitness class.  It was the scariest and one of the most rewarding things I have ever done.  Teaching my classes has given me the confidence to speak in front of anyone or any group.

And my daughter, getting pregnant wasn’t easy nor was labor, but I am proud to say I had to endure infertility treatments and IVF to have her, and proud to say I pushed for 4.5 hours to deliver her.  Honestly looking back, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  Sometimes the harder you have to fight for something the more you appreciate it.

And I have learned that being a parent is truly the hardest job one will ever have.  When I just think about the enormousy of that roll, it’s intimidating.  You are molding and shaping a person’s life, the person they will become.  I was anxious a lot when my daughter was first born, was I doing everything “right”, was I being a “good” mom, etc.  I still worry, but I remember our pediatrician’s words of advice when we were at our very first appointment, “love her, feed her, keep her safe”, and it brings me back to what’s important.