Once upon a time, your pal Tyronius was a skinny, lil’ weakling.
In fact, I was so skinny, I routinely received “yuckitup” comments like:
“What, do they never feed you?”
“All that food must go to your hollow legs.”
And my all-time favorite:
“You could be an actor in a holocaust movie.”
And yes, they meant that I could play one of the gaunt and bony victims of a concentration camp.
Anyway, it didn’t really bother me. I was never one to get overly swayed by people’s vain opinions of me, let alone get upset over a joke.
But at a certain point, I realized my lack of muscle did have a very big negative side effect. That is:
It stopped me from doing fun and incredible feats.
Such as rock climbing at a high degree, endless hours of playing with my dog (talk about a natural meathead), and the all-glorious handstand.
So I got to work.
And over the course of two years, I gained some weight, strengthened my joints and ligaments, and most importantly, learned to balance on my hands.
But it wasn’t easy.
There were hours spent nursing my sore wrists, practicing body line drills, and of course, spending time upside down on my hands.
Which meant I spent many hours falling flat on my face.
And this is where the tired cliche, “it’s not about how much you fall down, it’s about how often you stand back up” comes into play. But in my experience it goes way beyond that.
Because falling on my face wasn’t just an opportunity to get back up. It was the practice. It was a necessary hurdle I had to overcome to learn to stand on my hands.
So falling on my face wasn’t a failure. It was a victory.
In fact, you could even make it a metric. Something like:
“To learn how to handstand, the average bear must fall on their face 1,000,000,000 times.”
Which is why so few people can actually handstand, let alone do it at an extremely high level. When the practice feels like failure, like falling on your face for instance, it’s extremely easy to give it up and do something else.
It’s like something I read the other day:
“At first we just want the icing.”
Which means, that at first we just want the sweetest part. We want to be able to stand on our hands and show off to our friends. We want our business to be running on full caliber and making sales while we sleep. We want to have made our fortune and be spending time at our vacation house on the French Rivera.
But most of us aren’t willing to make the cake.
Because making the cake means falling straight on our kisser.
But after falling on my gruesome visage 1,000,000,000+ times...
I can hold a 60-second handstand, I can walk on my hands across the room, I can do various handstand shapes and positions, and I’m progressing to more advanced moves.
So next time you fall on your face, whether in business, a hobby, a relationship, or just life… don’t just get back up. Celebrate it as a victory.
You got this.