We are all on our own journey through life.
In our fitness, in our careers, and in our own mind; we are in a journey that is ours, and only ours. Sometimes, when we see someone in our family or workplace go through a change- by design or accident- we experience selfish feelings. Its natural. When someone begin to see huge results in the gym, we may ask, “Why him?” “Why is She getting results and I’m not!?” “Thats not right.” We say these things to ourselves, and thinking nothing of it. We may not even realize we’re saying it.
When someone in our family goes for a change, the same thing happens. Yesterday, I helped my sister and mom move into their new apartment they got together. My mom was living with her sister, and my sister was living with me, and we came accustomed to this. My aunt and I were going through the same thing. She didn’t want my mom to move, but it was the right thing for her to do. For my mom, she needed a change. For HER journey, it was required. My aunt doesn’t realize it, but she merged her and my moms journey’s together, when they never really were. I did the same thing with my sister. I knew it was a temporary thing, but still, I am only human. Me and my aunt were asking “why?” “why the change?” After all was moved in, I sat on their couch in the living room, and it dawned on me. I had unknowingly felt these selfish feelings. I looked at it from the perspective of my mom and sister, and saw that from their vantage point, it was a happy thing. A new adventure. A new achievement. I could see from their point how selfish it would to see the people around you to feel objectionable. “This is my day, I have this new place, be happy for me.” So, I threw out the completely natural feelings of objecting to unwanted change, and EMBRACED their new gain. They have gained something, and I am there to support their journey. Their individual journeys.
It is also fun to note that the person who helped me move their stuff was a former boss of mine who fired me. We get along, but I totally disagree with his business practices and how her operates things. But, putting those aside, I was happy to accept his help. Life is a journey, and you never know what the next turn will be. A series of ironies. A series of surprises. It is all a part of it. Sooner or later, both my mom and sister will go through the same feelings that me and my aunt did. They too will need to realize that their journeys are individual, and they must own it.
In the gym, the person next to you, is not your rival. They are not your team mate. They are not related or connected to your workout at all. They might help, but that is all. They are not merged in with your journey to fitness. Don’t become discouraged when someone make more gains than you. Your journey is special, individualized, and your own. Embrace it, and you will see the results you overlooked.