08 Jan Life on Repeat
When my Spotify comes on in the early morning, I seem to have a bad habit of listening to the same song over…and over…and over…and over. The song is called “Remember Me As A Time of Day” by Explosions in the Sky. It’s an extremely motivating song as I start the day. There are no words, no lyrics whatsoever. Just the music. At times I find myself becoming lost in the melody as I start my normal routine. Stretch, run, set up the slackline, hammock, or towel near the beach, meditate, 15 minutes of Yoga, 20-25 minutes on the line or laying in the hammock, then it’s off to Starbucks or the gym for the real business to begin. Of course during this hour-hour and a half, this song normally plays at least 10-15 times before I switch to something a little different.
This morning got me thinking, most of life is on repeat. Our routines, habits, goals, activities, people, places, things…most of them run on repeat. Yes, maybe a small cog is thrown into change this grand machine we call our “life”, but it normally gets back to working condition pretty quickly. Until this last while, I was a late sleeper, as in 9, 10, 11am when I could get away with it. (Don’t get me wrong, I still love the occasional sleeping in!) I didn’t treasure the early morning, in fact, I hated it. Yes, there were occasional sunrises where I rose up to enjoy the breeze and sunlight, but it was not a habit to say the least. About a month and half ago, a conversation with a stranger about the keys to success popped up. She touched on the importance of rising early, no matter the cost. Her amazing explanation was, “I think of it as God gets me up to face that little bit of darkness each morning, not to face the trials and tribulation that darkness brings, but to teach me the light ALWAYS comes. Darkness is not just darkness, it is only the absence of light.”
So I tried it. It stunk at first…always tired, eyes drooping, barely being able to put in my contacts, yawning consistently, and just not understanding what was so magical about this 5:30-6am hour.
As my routine began to take form, it changed just as quickly. Laying in a hammock at 6:30 became commonplace, then running started back up, then the slackline broke out more and more….until the point where each morning, I have to basically wing it and see what comes to be.
2nd Corinthians 4:16-18 – “So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”
We need change as humans. Always have, and always will. We slowly waste away as we continue to find the normalcy in our daily habits. Do not get me wrong, I’m a firm supporter of routines, just not when they hold you back from pursuing goals, ideas, and important things in this life. We die away physically, mentally, and most of all spiritually without seeking change and letting it slap us sometimes.
This morning had a little slap again. We are having an awesome swell here in Southern Florida today, 4-6ft waves were already cresting as I got to the shoreline at 6:30…As I finished my run back near the pier, a man walked towards me in greeting, he introduced himself and asked if I would want to take out the extra longboard he had with him, of course I said “You bet I would!”, after an hour, catching a few solid lines, I was spent. I happily waved goodbye, set the board back in his truck, and ate some breakfast. Sitting here at Starbucks made me realize how cool this little jolt in my routine turned out to be.
This is how I have been working to visualize the Holy Spirit lately. It allows me to practice good spiritual habits, then all of a sudden, I get slapped across the back of the head. Surprised, I make a small adjustment, (always for the better), and PRESTO, the change enters quicker than you can say “wowzers!”
“I may be alive now, but in a series of moments I won’t be. And let it be said about me: He didn’t waste his time talking to conch shells, but he did listen to what they had to say about the ocean.”
– Jarod Kintz –
Life is a journey, but no “easy” journey is worth it. It should take everything you have, everyday you get, in every moment you receive. I’m going to end this by embedding a video of something that really hit me earlier this week. Stuart Scott was colorful ESPN sportscaster who I happened to watch from when I was a kid up until a few weeks ago. I can remember years of Sportscenter episodes where he happened to be as “cool as the other said of the pillow.”On Sunday, he won his battle. At the age of 49, God decided Stuart had done all he could. Stuart made his final changes. He adapted, he lived, and he loved.
As Stuart would say, “have a great rest of your night…and have a great rest of your Life.”