When it rains it pours
When it rains, it pours.
it’s a proverb that is dripping with negativity. just the imagery of it implies grimness….
But what if the image in our heads looked like this instead?
Totally different mental image. Totally different perspective. How does that change someone’s behavior?
Anyone who knows me well knows the raining dollars image doesn’t do much to motivate me to do anything. Yes, it’s part of “The Necessary’, but it’s not the Raining Money that gets me up in the morning. It tends to be more of the “I’m going to make the world a better place today” variety.
As a firsty-start-up founder, I’ve been lucky to experience things that I don’t think the hardest of criminals could take. and yes, I said lucky.
I’m speaking metaphorically of course. I’m not one to judge, normally, but if they are taking cool drugs, driving fast cars and shootin bad guys all the time, that’s stuff I can’t really stomach. What I mean is the mental toughness required to be hit where it hurts (the heart) and be told in many ways, shapes or forms that what I’m creating isn’t great, or great enough, or big enough, or it’s too small. I can’t just punch back. [would a hard criminal if their egos were pummeled in public?] I have the stomach to smile, ask for more, and then walk away with a promise to follow up. And it’s all done with authenticity.
And lately, all the start-up biz has been met with some very personal challenges; making my resolve to turn the rain — as in the water — from a torrential downpour in my mind, to a more positive outlook on the road ahead.
Take a look at this last week, and tell me your perspective on ‘when it rains, it pours’….
My aunt, my father’s sister, is dying from complications due to aggressive form of breast cancer. She doesn’t tell anyone about how aggressive it is until she is transported home from the hospital under hospice care. She passes away Saturday.
My sister, recovering stoically for 2 years due to severe traumatic brain injury due to a car accident, and then diagnosed with neuroendocrine cancer (for which she is given treatment the last 3 years), is given some life-threatening news. She goes underground. Our family, a very close one, does a tailspin.
Two dear friends surprise me within a few weeks time with a dozen cupcakes delivered from Georgetown Cupcakes, which i devour each time within a few days. I feel guilty about it for about 30 minutes – before and after the carnage.
I am an endurance athlete – which basically means i find joy in running, cycling, swimming and sometimes doing all those things together for long distances, even at a relatively fast pace. I’ve had a hip injury that has caused me more anger, angst and anxiety than normal, and kept me from running for 2 weeks. This is cause for drug-use, and not the kind you get at CVS or Rite-Aid.
My own attempt at turning the rain into a positive?
Riding with friends for 75 miles, over 5500 ft of hills and gorgeous roads, in blazing sunshine. Celebrating my health, my friends, my ability to mish-mash a crazy lifestyle of starting a company, caring for my family and staying true to my goals of living an active, healthy lifestyle.
And the mental reward? My friend, Nick, pictured below (a world class triathlete and runner), saying to me “Tanya, you really can ride that bike up hills can’t you?” (my response: “Well when you only have one bike, and it’s not a road bike, you kinda gotta make do”)
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(boring clarification: I was riding a triathlon specific bicycle. they are not ideally suited to lots of hill climbing rides. The other 15 or so riders that day were on road bicycles, the kind you see the guys riding in the Tour de France)
What is special about this ride, and others, was that it’s also a celebration of my ability to focus on giving back, or paying it forward. I’m a fundraiser for Challenged Athletes Foundation, and will be riding 620 miles from San Fran to San Diego in 7 days in October. If i can raise another $6K, I can do the ride. If I don’t, well, none of my training miles goes to waste…. I’m still smiling on each and every ride and loving the fact that I can. And if I can, I’m not going to waste that. It’s a gift.
Any ideas you have for me on changing the rainy imagery to the positive, I’m all ears.