I had a dream last night that I was running barefoot. It hurt like hell, but I kept going because I knew it was strengthening my feet in ways running with shoes would not. I wanted to quit, but I kept saying to myself, “No excuses.” I aimed to run for one mile on asphalt without shoes on. I don’t remember if I finished or not.
I think there are times in our lives that we find we have a race to run, only to find that we’re forced to compete without the tools we take for granted. I’ve found that in many challenging situations, the very people who were my biggest supporters initially and the income streams I was depending on tended to disappear exactly at the moment I thought I needed them the most.
In this way I was forced to to grow.
Has this ever happened to you?