The Hardest Part Is the Door

Today I finished work, packed my bags, and was supposed to go to the gym. But my whole body resisted. My mind kept saying" Sanjana, it's Friday !!. Just go home and enjoy."

I didn't argue with it. I just started walking down the footpath towards the gym.

It's a strange feeling, you know. Every cell in my body was telling me to turn back, and yet I was in a kind of trance. I just kept walking.

Changed clothes. Started strength training. One full hour. Then I walked the same path back out.

If I had listened to my mind and skipped it, I know how the evening would have gone. A quiet guilt all day. Junk food. Less motivation tomorrow.

Most of life works like this. We usually know what we're supposed to do. The trouble is the noise in between: the reasons, the moods, the negotiations. Get caught up in those thoughts, and the work never gets done.

So in that moment, the only thing that matters is to bend your head and do the work. Don't debate it. Don't wait to feel like it.

As someone rightly said, the hardest part of going to the gym is opening the gym door.