A lot of things in my
life weigh more than 15 pounds. Fifteen
pounds is not a lot of canned goods or books.
It’s a big load of laundry. My
dog lifts herself, but even she weighs more than 15 pounds.
Fifteen pounds is also
the limit of what I am supposed to lift for the next week.
Limits can be hard to
accept. (Or understand, if we happen to
be studying calculus.) Unfortunately,
they also exist.
Here’s the plan. We accept that there are limits. And then, as soon as we can, we blow them
up. We grow and change and attack new
limits.
I’m looking forward to
next week.