Monday Musings: Life Should be more like Weightlifting
To some degree, struggle is a cop-out for success. It makes us feel like we’re doing something. It makes effort intimately graspable and real. It’s like pulling a bar off of the ground for a snatch. If you yank that thing from the ground it becomes immediately apparent that that bar is heavy as shit. You have sought out weight, and by golly, you have found it.
If however, you approach that bar with a hearty amount of respect and patience - draw your belling in, engage your back, drive your knuckles to the ground and with that inexplicable grace only found in weightlifting, begin to lift it off the ground, only becoming lightning fast after that bar reaches your knees. Well, that is a different story. Have you still managed to get that bar overhear in one motion? Yes. But the experience was different. Instead of seeking out weight, you sought out weightlessness. Instead of resistance you found freedom. And instead of a crappy, inefficient although immensely effortful lift, you found power and a bad ass snatch.
I don’t know why this theory of least resistance makes so much sense to me when I have a barbell in my hands and then evaporates as soon as I consider work, or love, or life.
What the barbell does so beautifully is to articulate the balance between effort and strain.
Yes. Lifting something heavy and putting it over your head in one fluid motion requires an immense amount of effort, and focus, and practice, and patience. But it does not require work for works sake.
Life can and should be the same.
Our work. Our degree of success shouldn’t have to be gauged according to how hard it feels. We always have the ability to make life feel hard. Doesn’t mean that we’re getting anywhere. Instead it should be measured by the same sensation of that bar floating upwards.
It should feel like magic.