Push

I was in labor delivering my baby girl and the time had come. After all of the contractions and waiting, it was time to push. My midwife yelled, “Push. Keep pushing.” I pushed as hard and as long as I could. I was already so tired and this was the most exhausting part yet. 

I told her that I couldn’t. My body was at it’s end. Yet, there was no turning back. I had to push. I had to breathe. I had to keep pushing despite everything that was in me. After six or seven long pushes, I delivered a beautiful healthy girl. And what is even wilder, I totally forgot about any pain and exhaustion I felt the moment I laid eyes on her. 

When you are birthing something into the world, whether it be a human or a project or a new thought pattern, the last phase seems the longest. Delivery seems like it will never happen. It truly is darkest before the dawn. In those moments, you have to find your center and push. Don’t stop pushing. You will feel tired as you get to the finish line because you have given it your all. Yet.

Yet, there is still a smidgen more strength that you have. A bit more fire in your cylinders. A voice, much like my midwife, saying “Keep pushing! ”

Don’t stop. Don’t quit. You are about to birth something amazing. Once you lay eyes on it, you will be enthralled and grateful for the harrowing journey.