For the past 7 weeks or so, I’ve been enrolled in an introductory screenwriting course. The prof has been encouraging us to write every week. Write anything. He said writing is a muscle and we have to exercise it. I’ve heard similar things for songwriting, programming, math problems, critical thinking, creativity, you name it.
If pretty much every skill is a muscle, then so should adaptation I suppose. But I have to say it’s one of those hard muscles to train. Adapting to change is a painful exercise. Every time. It’s like pushing your limits every single time you go to the gym.
Just like pushing the limits makes your muscles grow big and brag-worthy, stopping for even a short period of time makes you lose muscle weight. Those of you who are gym addicts know exactly what I’m talking about. (I don’t, coz I don’t go to the gym haha!). When we force ourselves to adapt to the rapid pace of life, we grow stronger, we can take on bigger challenges and our adaptation muscle starts showing 🙂 However, even the most dedicated athletes have times when they simply have to take it down for a little bit and give the muscles some rest. It’s the same for all “muscles”. Sometimes, change is so overwhelming that we feel like giving up. What’s the point of working so hard to adapt if there’s something bigger and scarier just waiting round the corner? Sometimes we get tired of trying to keep up with life.
It’s the first time in years where I’ve felt that way and it’s taken me a couple weeks to get back on track. For the past few weeks, I stopped trying to catch up with life and I felt my muscle lose some of its weight =S I gave up. I think my muscle was imposed one heavy lift too many. Initially, it felt like I’d never be fit again. Like the muscle was permanently damaged. I felt unable to cope, but with time most muscle injuries heal.
My adaptation muscle is now proudly in rehab and is making progress every day. I have a daily prescription of optimism. Depending on the days, I might need shots of courage, positive thoughts and support several times a day. It’s a treatment that requires a lot of will (like any rehab). I sometimes have to force myself to push out certain thoughts to avoid relapse. To do that, I try to write down all the positive things I can think of, or that I want to remember. If it doesn’t work, I try working real hard. Other times I’ll watch funny movies. Or meet up with people to keep introspection at bay. Whatever works.
The goal is to accept the injury. Only then can rehab really work. There will be good days and bad days. But the good thing about non-bodily muscles is that they can always grow stronger than they were before 🙂
Now this was my last shot of positive thoughts for the day. I think I’m good till tomorrow 🙂
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