How often have you given up, instead of holding out for the finish line?
This is a question I have been asking myself recently. This could be a theme that runs on a ‘replay loop’ through times of my life.
I am currently working through a business mentoring program with a group of like-minded small business owners. We are just over half way through our programme and I find it hard to quantify all I have learnt or refined in this short while.
What I have learnt:
- I am not alone in my quest to serve the Greater Good, and in so doing, become the best version of myself that I aspire to be
- There are others who also struggle with the truth that what each has to offer is incredibly valuable
- What is required of me is to focus on my vision and then consistently apply small daily actions that will result in rewarding outcomes
- When I have support and encouragement from those I am working with, and from those whom I serve, the quality of my work improves
- My best work unfolds when I hold myself accountable to the Highest Version of myself
- Losing focus, losing faith in myself and the process, prevents me from holding out for the finish line.
When I reflect on the Journey that has brought me to here and now, I recognise many instances where I felt so discouraged with an apparent lack of progress, or a twist in the road that deflected me off the path I was on. Did I lose interest because nothing seemed to be happening – or what I wanted to happen didn’t? Or did I lose sight of the finish line because the journey seemed too long and arduous?
What if those instances were, in fact, just short training periods to prepare me for the big event? Imagine if all those experiences were just the most perfect preparation for what is now working out in my world?
The most wonderful example happened to me yesterday.
I turned up for my monthly 5km timed Parkrun because I had made a commitment to myself that I would hold myself accountable to keep up my morning runs. The Parkrun ensures that I keep on track with time and distance when I run during the week. I felt flat and tired after a busy week – but I was committed! From the first few steps I knew that my legs were running on Angel Power. It was effortless. I was stunned and amazed.
Do you know what feels like to be carried on Angels’ wings, to be fully supported?
I ran my personal best time, which stunned me.
I ask myself now: what will it take to feel this way more often; to consistently tap into the grace of the Universe, to show up and expect to do my best. This way, holding out for the finish line becomes exciting and enjoyable.
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