There are fights that you know, going in, are going to be tough to win. I sometimes question why it is that I always seem to pick the hard fights. Why can’t I just pick the “Which Color Should I Repaint The Master Bedroom?” fight?
Nana always said I have to do things the hard way.
Maybe because the hard way leaves a deeper impression in this thick head than the soft way. Possibly, I really do have an inability to focus on one thing at a time and need that extra knock, face-down in the hard dirt, to really zero in on the source of my fear. Or pain. Or anger.
I harbor no delusions about my personal battle ahead. It will be fraught with careful choices, difficult decisions, and denial of impulses. Some, are impulses that have been given in to so often that it may take a sweet forever just to retrain a single one of them.
But it is a fight I’m choosing to pick. With this new year comes fresh vigor. I don’t know why vigor seems to come freshly canned for me only in January, but it does. And I am willfully opening a 28 ounce can of it right this minute.
Come March, heck – come February – I may be dragging my heart back into the ring for the umpteenth time. I know that already. It’s okay. I have many standing outside the ropes just waiting for me to tag them in to fight the battle with me. In prayer. In person. In love.
That’s the beauty of picking fights, you know. It’s seeing those who surround you to cheer you on. It’s knowing, with certainty that this is a worthy fight. A good fight.
The good fight.
And, even if I lose, I’m victorious.
He already won It All for me.
Like a Victor does.
Like The Victor Of All Time did.
It’s been a good long while since I’ve linked up with the writing friends over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday Community. Hop on over there by clicking the button below and you can read all of the thoughts on “Fight”. I’ll just bet you have your own, don’t you? “Set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.“