I showed up for class.
That’s it. One small step on my path to wellness, yet such a huge leap for me.
For many people, it wouldn’t seem like a big deal, right? Sign up for a class, show up, do the workout and leave.
Well, that wasn’t the case for me. Trying to get myself there took all the courage I could muster. Not only was I about to do something I had never done before, but I was going to be doing it with people I had never met before. In my world it felt like something really horrific was about to happen. The only thing that got me there was my urgent, desperate need to escape from the strangling hold anxiety had on me.
Looking back on that moment it was obvious that I was meant to be there.
The coach showed me so much compassion and encouragement that I actually blurted out how terrified I was. She heard me loud and clear and the stunned look on my face probably helped hit the message home. The coach didn’t try to make me step out of my spot in the back corner and she didn’t try to introduce me to anyone. She just let me do what I needed to do. I will always be grateful to her for that night. If it didn’t happen like it did, things could have gone in a very different direction.
Despite my stomach churning fear, I had actually made it there so I owed it to myself to give it a try. It may have been one of the most powerful decisions I made on my road to recovery. It was that night that I fell in love with kickboxing and I could see very clearly that this was something that was going to help heal me.
Kickboxing may not be the answer for everyone, but if you replace kickboxing with whatever it is in your life that excites you deep, down inside… You might surprise yourself with what you are able to do.
One Step. That’s all it takes. One small step away from anxiety’s grasp. You’ve got this.