My father would remind of this lesson throughout life.
I was of the lucky few individuals whom we would classify in life as “injury-prone.” So much so that my older brother started to joke that I would have to sign waiver forms before we did sports together.
In grade 7, I was playing basketball at school, and I landed poorly on my left foot, causing a significant ankle sprain. The kind of sprain that would keep you off your foot for a week, and hobbling for another. I recall skipping on one foot entering the waiting room, as my father walked in behind me.
“It really hurts, do you think it’s broken?” I recall asking him.
“You know this pain you feel?” My dad rhetorically asked. “In a couple of weeks, you’ll have forgotten all about it, like many pains in life, it’s painful at the moment. But soon after, it’s gone and almost like it never happened.”
Though he didn’t answer my question, the depth of his answer stuck with me. We forget the pain.
Grade 8, I broke my thumb playing volleyball. I know, out of all the sports, and all the things I could break, yes, my thumb. And there was my dad again, rushing me to the doctors waiting room.
He kindly reminded me, as I was in agonizing pain over my thumb, “Do you remember the pain you felt from your ankle?”
The humour is not lost on me, as I sprained my right ankle in high school. Got severely hit in the eye playing basketball and hospitalized. Lastly breaking my right ankle while in University.
My father never let an opportunity go to remind me of the time before, as we spent many hours in emergency rooms, and waiting rooms. As we waited 7 hours in emergency one time over my getting hit in the eye injury, he cracked a smile and said;
“Pain is temporary, and we forget it all as soon as it passes, we have to push through it. God designed us this way. It’s probably the only reason women are willing to give birth more than once.”
I had a good laugh at that one.
The truth is one that you already know. Pain is temporary. It may last for an hour, for a couple of days, and sometimes even months. But at one point it does go away, and we all forget about it.
We forget the pain.
So why not go through it, if it’ll get you to a better place?
The pain of high stress, and pushing yourself past your limits. The pain of waking up earlier, pushing more weights at the gym, making that extra meeting, working extremely long hours, all for that breakthrough.
What pain have you been avoiding that you know if you buckled down for 90-days and pushed through it, that you’ll be living a much happier and fuller life?