Last week, I found out my dad was really sick.
Feeling depressed, I used this as an excuse to skip my Reifkind press drills and plugged away at my work.
I de-pressed.
My goal of a 24 kilo press seemed so far away, and sickness feels completely in the here and now.
Then I got to thinking about the word “depression.” The lack of pressing. The inability to push forward.
I was de-pressing, and I felt depressed. That day was the prime time for me to BE pressing.
We can de-press and watch as things happen all around us. Or, we can PRESS. No matter what happens around us, we must keep moving forward.
My dad has helped me press through many things. I’ll never forget my lowest point, when my mom said my dad told her this:
“When she hurts, I hurt.”
So now, when I press, he presses.
I feel his hands on my bell, helping me nudge it up.
Things happen. We all have our trials. How we press defines our character.
Dad has helped me through heavy things – and now, he helps me lift heavy things, too.
I will press, not de-press.
– Dr. Kathy Dooley