Achilles’ heel…
I happen to love Greek mythology. It was one of the many courses I took in college. If you are not familiar with the phrase Achilles’ heel it refers to a weakness or spot of vulnerability. We all have our own imperfections in life. I know what mine is…sad to say. I have been working to overcome it for about two years now. Most of the time, we wrestle back and forth. Sometimes it pins me down, and other times, I grin triumphantly as I slam it back down. What am I talking about?
Worry. Such a small word to be so overpowering in my life. Anguish, apprehension, concern, disquiet, call it what you like, but it all boils down to the same thing. I can’t change the events in my life by worrying about them. The funny thing is, I come by this naturally. I have been told on more than one occasion that I am like my father. My dad will call me a week later about something I don’t even remember mentioning and say it’s “worrying” him. I mean to get rid of this Achilles’ heel…okay, so I’ll settle for making it smaller. More like an Achilles’ mole.
So now that I have identified my problem, what am I going to do to solve it? I mentioned a while back that I was going to hot yoga. Well, I fell off the wagon so to speak. I am renewing my membership, and starting back up again. It really does calm my mind and increase my balance as well as my focus. I work hard to do what the teacher says, and at the end I feel refreshed (even though it is like 102 degrees and everyone is sweaty). So I realize that the benefits of this outweigh the price and time it takes me to get there. If you are reading this right now, I would like you to identify your own Achilles’ heel. Be honest with yourself, and come up with a plan for how to overcome your weakness.
“As a rule, men worry more about what they can’t see than about what they can.” ~Julius Caesar
I’m a sucker for a hot, sweaty chick in yoga pants… and any chance to play soccer. 🙂
Thanks Mr. Silvertongue 🙂
So my Achilles heel is how I handle stress; or the fact that little things stress me out to the point that I have more gray hair than I would care to admit. I guess my solution is to figure out a way to “go with the flow” and not let those little things bother me…. and perhaps buy a box of hair dye.
If it is “little things” at work, asking others for help might save you from buying too much hair dye. You help them and they will help you.