Neither should you.
I'll tell you what happened to me.
I had become completely resigned and reluctant.
To put myself out there.
To try new things.
As a husband.
As a doctor.
As an artist.
As a human being.
I was in a rut.
I forgot about yoga
My guitar was getting dusty.
I didn’t want to do much of anything.
Wake up tired.
Go to work.
Round in hospital.
Put my two toddler girls to bed.
A perfectly good routine.
At which I was trying to be perfect.
My comfort zone had begun to squeeze the life out of me.
No one cared about my comfort zone.
Not even me.
Paralyzed by my lack of curiosity.
Disabled by my lack of creativity.
So I flipped it.
Dumped it on its head.
My mantra became happy wife happy life.
Still working that one.
But I let go of "looking good."
Picked up the ole guitar.
Starting singing in the chemo room.
Thought I looked silly.
But I regained energy.
My drive to do creative things made me courageous.
To be able to feel the fear and do it anyway.
Branching out into new territory.
Powerful partnership with my wife.
With patients too.