Every day for the last 10 days or so, a few simple exercises have been added to my morning routine. They take me all of 10 to 15 minutes–leg lifts, toe ups, squats, crunches, and push-ups–and best of all, I can see results.
Okay, let’s let those two words from those two sentences sink in: simple and results.
So my question is this, why have I not done this before?
The answer is easy, but rather esoteric. It is behind all the things I have wanted to do and have yet to do. I can pretty much guarantee, also, that it will not show up in any January resolution topic’d magazine article.
So what is this secret?
It is found in an old African proverb:
If there is no enemy within, the enemy outside can do us no harm.
Are there a few quizzical looks? Raised eye brows?
What would be an enemy within? All I can say is that it is different for each person, but the origin of the enemy, the first cause, is always the same: it starts with a wound that has not healed, and no, I am not talking about a physical wound, I am talking about an emotional one.
And those unattended, invisible wounds have a life of their own. They operate in all sorts of scenarios, exacting their pound of flesh. They are behind every type of failure, in every type of circumstance possible.
So how do you find your wound? I know it sounds lame, but look within. The wound is inside, but so is the guide. Get quiet. Notice pain. Ask, what is this about?
In The Secret Life of Bees, Sue Monk Kidd, via her narrator, Lily, says this:
“Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long. But that’s just my opinion.”
About two years ago, I made a slight, but significant alteration in my habit of journaling. I began to transcribe the anatomy of my personal “fall.” That is, I recorded my digression into the hole of fill-in-the-blank. I wrote down the hurt and the embarrassment as precisely as I could. Then I noticed something, the fill-in-the-blank didn’t have the power it once had over me. I felt a new robust strength that I had not had before: the power to say NO to something that did not have any of my best interest in mind, and YES to something that was good for me…something that would move me forward in my life.
The enemy within was having its cover blown.
So that’s how I have been able to do my calisthenics each morning…but it’s just my opinion.