Not a SteepleJack

"Because almost everything 
- all external expectations, 
all pride, all fear of embarrassment 
or failure - 
these things just fall away in the face of death, 
leaving only what is truly important...

...Remembering that you are going to die 
is the best way I know to avoid the trap 
of thinking you have something to lose. 
You are already naked. 
There is no reason not to 
follow your heart."

 - Steve Jobs in his
Stanford University commencement address

I'm not a steeplejack.

I'm not built like a steeplejack
I don't have the skills of a steepljack.
I don't LOOK like a steeplejack.

I'm built for the work I do.

I read somewhere that if we want a snapshot of what we do with most of our time we can just look at our bodies.
I happen to sit a lot.
I also happen to think and write a lot.
The evidence is physical.

So why do folks like me compare ourselves to fitness trainers and supermodels?
Fitness trainers are lean, muscular, fit with great posture and a sturdy physique.
Supermodels are wispy, willowy, tall, practically fleshless so they don't distract from the clothes they're modeling.

I look like exactly what I do
AND
if I want to be different I have to act different.
If I'm happy with what I do then I can be happy with how I am.

Am I happy?

Ok, so I'm not thrilled with what I do with most of my time.
I wish I could add/subtract some activities from my life.
I wish I could spend my time a bit differently.

Thus, my body reflects that.
I wish I could add/subtract some shape from my body.

Makes sense.

If I want to change my body I'll have to change my life.

Maybe not a steeplejack.
I'm GLAD I'm not a steeplejack.
But I wouldn't mind being ______.
That's the blank I better fill in soon while I still have life left!!

*Lisa's Video Pick of the Day*
Maybe Paul Chek is right.
Maybe our bodies have to be in better shape so we can think better!
Thinkers are not necessarily shaped like disembodied heads on forgotten bodies.
Thanks for the reminder, Paul.
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