Most days, I know this. In spades, as my mom would say. I know I am strong like I know my front squat max or how low to go with that push-up. Usually remembering my strength is not a problem.
But sometimes I forget.
When the world gets overwhelming. When everybody needs something from me. When nothing I do is on time or enough or even close to adequate.
I know these faults, these shortcomings, these glaring errors that yawn in their enormity are most likely illusions in my own brain. But still they are there, gnawing at me, reminding me that I’m not good enough, not smart enough, not strong enough. That I am not enough.
So, do me a favor and remind me of the better me. The stronger me. The smarter me. The one who knows that even on the days when I only open my eyes and breathe, I am enough.
On the days when you see me slump a little, or falter, or my eyes seem kind of wet for no reason, remember that sometimes the helper needs help. These are the days that I’m weak inside and the world is simply too much, the weight is too heavy, and the pace seems too fast. On these days, remind me that I’m strong and I’ll stomp those doubts and I’ll come through.
It’s only a simple statement and I only need it once, maybe with a hand on the shoulder. “Hey, you got this.”
It’ll carry me farther than you’ll ever know.