19 days of morning cold showers...Then I just forgot.
And I'm better off for it.
After 19 days of pain, transcendence, and growth, I broke my streak of “first-thing-in-the-morning” cold showers.
(I’ve taken exclusively cold showers for over 1,000 days, but this month I set a goal to start my mornings with the cold)
There was no resistance. No fighting. I just simply forgot.
Life took over. Being with my parents, I had other things on my mind. (My father is rapidly aging with undiagnosed cognitive decline). This weekend, I had more important roles to play than being the “hero of my own story”.
And that felt good.
Not the sadness. But being strong enough to provide. Being a source of comfort and rest for my mom whose bears a large cross as a caregiver.
Life is hard. Aging sucks. Watching your father go from “superman” to a shell of himself takes a toll on the human spirit.
And with all of this grief, it’s easy to stay stuck.
To be down on yourself.
To give up.
If you’re in this place, I encourage you to take tiny steps forward.
Because that’s all we can do.
For me, I picked up my morning routine without hesitation the next day.
Because doing hard things prepares me for life.
And consistency is the greatest gift I can give myself.
— Settle your Score.
p.s. for new readers here is some context on my journey with cold showers and the January challenge I’ve set out for myself.
Life is good when you reach your goals but also when you feel the love and comfort of others xo
Hugs to you! Im sure your dad is so proud!