I can't do a pull up....yet...

Looking at our newly mounted pull up bar, I had a flood of fear/panic. Because I can't actually do a pull up.

Rewind to the moment when I casually said to my hubs: "I want to do pull ups. Actual pull ups." He responded, "Sure, why not? I wouldn't mind a pull up bar either."

Of course I expected him to respond. I anticipated a chuckle. Not commitment. It was as if he'd been thinking it himself. Or is an incredibly talented mind reader.

Back to the newfound 'goal.' Turns out to do pull-ups, we'd actually need to practice them. And since working out from home is our go-to these days, we'd need a pull up bar at home.

Without too much pain, we installed one. Although I had the hubs hang on it first just to be sure. And the ceiling didn't fall down.

I realize this bar will be staring at me every day moving forward. And as much as I want to hang onto the fear of "I can't do a pull up" I'm going to add five words:

"I can't do a pull up yet, but I can try."

Then I'll breathe. And get to work.

Progress counts. Even if it's small.

ACTION:  As much as hanging onto fear feels safer, I'll move away from that known comfort by reminding myself I can try.