It was mid-August and I really wanted a canteen. Out of the blue. I have no idea why.
But one of those boring canteens? Nahhh, bruh. It had to have that hipster look. You know, kind of that chill look. It would go perfect with my bandanna and it’s not like one of THOSE regular plastic water bottles. No, this was different. This was special. Pretty soon I had all sorts of ideas involving hikes I was not prepared for and fresh spring water. We were in Cabela’s one day and I was telling my dad I wanted one, so he very graciously bought one for me.
And it was frigging awesome. Let me tell you.
Yeah, that was a boring story. . .but points for effort? Yes.
Anyway, I filled up my canteen one day and left it hanging on my doorknob. Like an idiot. And I just left it there. I kept telling myself, “Oh, I’ll get that tomorrow.” But that never happened and eventually it got to the point where I was afraid to look inside because I knew that more than likely there was a serious mold issue. As silly as it sounds, it became this thing that I kept thinking about but never dealing with. I just left it sitting there. So then early-September turned into mid-March and finally, today, I just threw the whole canteen away. I couldn’t even look at it but I did note that when I picked it up, the sound of water sloshing about was. . . well. . .absent. Totally nasty.
There was also a banana in the backpack story, but I won’t go there. But let me tell you, mold is a serious issue.
Most people would ask, “What’s the big issue? Why not just pick it up and throw it out?”
Excellent point. But this was not your average canteen. It was downright metaphorical.
And I’m also a procrastinator. . .and I realized I’d ruined a good thing. . .and I didn’t want to look at my handiwork, okay? I’M A WHIRLWIND OF CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION. YOU COULD ALSO SAY I’M A TORNADO.
Weight is a lot like that moldy canteen. It’s been there for awhile, but it’s always been something to deal with later. After my birthday, after Christmas, after graduation. When hell freezes over. Something like that.
And quite frankly, I’ll be darned if I give up my pumpkin spice lattes in the fall. Sorry, figure, but ain’t no way
^Yeah, that had nothing to do with anything so. . .moving on.
Eventually you have to deal with the moldy canteen. Because it can’t stay there forever. It has a long life in the trash to look forward to, just like you have a long life of health and fitness to look forward to.
Truth is? Going on a journey is scary. Because you know walking that path will wreck you–at the end of it, you won’t even recognize yourself. It’s beautiful. It’s emotional. It’s wild. It’s a process.
But hey, you right there? You reading this?
You’re worth every step, dear.