How do we know when we’ve hit our limit? Is it physical? Mental? Emotional? A combination of all three?
Pushing our limits means we must first breakdown. Discover our weaknesses. Our system fails. We implode or explode or shut down.
Next we rebuild. Knowing now where the fault line lies. We move forward with caution and knowledge. We nudge the line further.
Last we redefine. What we thought we couldn’t do yesterday we now can today. We aren’t the same as we were before. We need a new perceived limit.
This goes on and on and on and on and on. You could argue complacency is the contrast to limits but I would argue this is a limit in and of itself. How much stagnation can you handle before you’re forced to move?
If you’ve ever said “I can’t handle this anymore,” well yes you can. And you will. And eventually you’ll be handling more than you were before.
It’s a never ending cycle. Filled with moments of contentedness and moments of anguish. Up and down. Ebb and flow. Rise and fall. Mourning and rejoicing.
I’m not sure yet if I’m comforted by knowing that what feels like my limit today will not be the same next week, or next year. But it’s how it is. So the sooner I accept it the better off I’ll be.
