I’ve got so much to do, I’m feeling pretty stressed about it.
So I went to the gym for a row.
A good solid row, with some slow, hard strokes and plenty of rhythm to get lost in and reflect from.
And I think it might be 16 year old me who’s panicking—the voice that says, “I have to fix this now. I have to fix it alone.
But the truth is: adult me is in charge now. And we’ve got this.
Adult me has 40 odd years of experience, the wisdom to ask for help without feeling inadequate, and there is time. All of which 16 year old me struggled with. That version of me was used to carrying things solo. But that’s not the job anymore.
Until this passes, we’ll keep talking. We’ll keep showing up to train. We’ve done this before.
Adult me has a plan. It’s time for 16 year old me to let go of the reins.
I’ve got this, I’ve got us.
This is the Sub-7 Experiment.
The Sub-7 Experiment 