This is nothing new. Running isn’t one of my favorite activities, but I always convince myself I’m better off when I’m healthy.
Essentially, I force myself to compromise. I might even be the king of compromise, but I’d rather not draw any comparisons between myself and the Royal Family right now.
This morning, it was cold and powerful winds rattled the windows. I was warm and content under the covers, so it made sense to not want to leave the comfort of my bedroom to face a winter morning in Maine.
But I did. Just like I always do.
I reminded myself that this was the first week in about a month that I’d not only stuck to my five day running schedule, but had also added weightlifting.
I wasn’t going to blow that progress because of a little wind and a whole lot of lazy.
While I was running, I realized that I compromise a lot. What can I say? I have a lot of free time to think while I run.
I compromise every day when I go to work, instead of staying home to write and watch the Yankees. I compromise by dealing with people, when I’d really rather just be left alone to live as an introvert.
Everything is a compromise, right? How many of us really spend the day doing exactly what we want?
I’m smart enough to understand that if I don’t go to work, I don’t get a paycheck and health insurance. Those are definitely things I need to keep a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and a pandemic out of my system.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve compromised too much, though. And maybe it’s not compromise at all, but really a surrender.
Part of the river was frozen, despite temperatures in the 50s yesterday.
The rest of the river, however, had thawed. The water was as blue as it’s ever been, and it looked good enough to jump in and go for a swim.
Not that I’d ever do that, of course, because I’m a horrible swimmer.
It got me to thinking that if the river can compromise and be both solid and liquid, maybe it’s not so bad to be constantly compromising myself.
But why would I, a person who fears water, ever let that substance sway my personal philosophy? What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe I should have just stayed in bed and spared myself his philosophical dilemma.
Compromise is important. If we can’t find a common ground on some things, we’ll end up in a stalemate. Look at what’s going on with our government right now. The Republicans refused to support the Coronavirus Relief Package even though it meant giving much needed money and services to their constituents. That was just ridiculous.
I’m tired of being single, but I know this is an area where I shouldn’t settle. The Retirement Party, a movie made from my screenplay, is about a guy who retired from dating when he couldn’t be with the love of his life.
That thinly veiled version of me refused to compromise when it came to love, and I feel like the cinematic version of me continues to whisper in my ear to never settle.
So I guess I’ll continue to compromise where it makes sense, but not when it pertains to matters of the heart.
That seems like a winning compromise, don’t you agree?