Cartwheels

Have you ever attempted to perform a cartwheel? Think about when you were a youngin’ and you were running wild through the grass. You threw your hands up in the air, took a step forward, and told yourself to fling your legs in the air. I’m sure it took MANY tries to get a semi-decent cartwheel, right? I remember when I was younger, I was scared to do a cartwheel; I couldn’t bring myself to do it and the girls in my gymnastics class liked to snicker at the fact I couldn’t do this one simple act of acrobatics.

I practiced day in and day out, fell once, twice, maybe 100 times, until one day, I showed off to those girls in my gymnastics class. I landed on both feet, hands in the air with a massive smile on my face. It was one of the proudest moments of my life. I was smiling from cheek to cheek because I had accomplished something so grand; I worked so hard to achieve it. It was something physical I wanted to accomplish then, but looking back 15 years, it was also something mental.

I’m sitting here, struggling to perform a simple cartwheel, once again. This time, it’s mental gymnastics I’m attempting. I have an idea of what I want in my life; my hands are up in the air. I know what I need to make those things happen; my foot is forth. The last step is to listen to the voice in my head and just go for it; but, I can’t. I’m scared. I can’t bring myself to swing my legs to complete the cartwheel; I’m stuck.

Life is like a doing a cartwheel. It takes practice, patience, dedication and belief in yourself that you can stick a landing. I’m failing. I’m failing at staying patient and believing in myself that I can do this cartwheel. It’s scary, actually, it’s petrifying and I’m sure people are sitting behind their computer screens looking through my social media snickering and asking WTF I might be doing with my life. Well, here is the answer, I don’t know. I think I need to fall a few more times, get back up stronger each time. I just have to keep telling myself that I will flawlessly execute my cartwheel like I did when I was seven.

I don’t think I’m the only one feeling this way. So if you’re on the same mat as me, let’s go forth with our lives by being fearless. Hands up, foot forth, listen to the determined voice in your head. You can do it. Just be patient and believe in yourself. You’ll land on both feet after staging an exquisite cartwheel. And when you do, you will feel so accomplished. Especially when you show off to those who didn’t think you could do it.

This post was inspired by my 80’s playlist and Rick Astley.

Dear cartwheel,

I’m never gonna give you up.

Always,

The determined and brave wanderer

Yari 

 

 

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