I had an interesting thought when I was at the water park, taking the kids out for my daughter’s birthday. I realized that after so many years of caring about becoming the best at the task I was working on, that my mentality had slipped. I’m not sure if I was just changing, adjusting to life of being a father, or just trying to keep up with the massively shifting job climate that has taken place since the recession times – about 10 years ago.
I used to be so focused on becoming the best at my craft – at times that was being a musician, lifting, being the smartest person in the room, or by giving the best advice and being the best friend. I realized, waiting in line, that my standards had somehow slipped – I was okay just being “one of the top” instead of actually being THE top. I know, it seems a little silly, not being satisfied with being 90%, but I just know that I am capable of so much more. The part that bothered me even more, was that I had LOWERED my standards, which has been opposite to what I had been doing my entire life.
I started from a very modest background, where I worked 3 jobs in high school to help pay the bills and keep the lights on at home. I have been on a 20+ year upswing since then. At what point did I say, “Okay, I’m good enough”, and the 2nd thought, “Am I okay with that?”
When I weighed in at 165#, and I raw squatted 400, with ZERO plateaus along the way, why did I stop? I could have tagged 500, I’m positive of it. I may have gotten close to 600, but I would have had a lot of work to do to keep weight under 165 and still be making that much on gains. Adjust my diet, lengthen the training duration over another year or two, but I never went for it. The same has happened when I released my book, when we released our CD with the band, and a few other instances.
Maybe my priories have changed, maybe I feel like I have made my family better off than I had ever grown up with, so it was okay to just “coast” a little bit. Deep down inside, I’m a competitor. I don’t want to rest on my laurels, and feel like “I made it”. We only get one life, and I’m not done doing everything I can do. Each step I take along the way, gives me more experience to share with my kids, with my friends, and with the world.
It’s time to get back to work. Don’t accept 90%.