White Room

Before the readers move on and get to the bottom let me first say this post got weird and went nowhere fast. It came from an awesome discussion with a friend that proved eye-opening. Take it with a grain of salt and try your best to understand where I‘m going; not quite sure if I get it myself yet. Thanks Nancy.

Put yourself in a white room with the thing you care most about. Take that thing and root it down to its’ most basic component so as to eliminate every possible tribute that it’s wed to. We’ve now taken weightlifting down to a bar and plates (no crowd, platform, handler, clapping, screaming, scoring, ranking, etc.), golf down to club and ball (no crowd, score, coach, caddie, sponsorship, etc.), investing down to risk, reward, math, calculation, gambling, just thrill (no actual money, defeat, debt). Some things break down more clear than others, but you start to see the trend.

Nothing matters, no object, no result, no approval, no reward, no failure, no ridicule when you’re in a white room with nothing to fear but yourself. What can you create? What can you dream? What can you desire?

An unending height you could drop, jump, hang, bounce from? A bar? With weight? clamps? A circular rim? With a net? A round orange ball? A numerical riddle (math)?
A grouping of foods that supposedly in your mind result in a pleasant taste (cooking)?

I only bring this up because if you were left alone in that room before those things were created your mind would wander. You would get very experimental. If you were in that room and somehow a counter or surface appeared what would you do? You’d stare at it for awhile, feel it, observe it. Then you would wonder what you could do with it. You would sit on it, lean against, and stand on it. At some point your thoughts would become expanded and prove more risky. “Can I jump on this thing?” Only one way to find out. You jump and eat shit . . . big time. Then our discussion comes to “why did they do that if they had the possibility of falling?” Because that’s what we do. We don’t need a crowd cheering, or waiting approval from someone or something, or a score. You’d jump on it, then over it, then in different ways. You’d keep failing, but you’d also keep coming back.

Same thing goes for some of the activities we use in the box. If you were alone in that room with a random pull-up bar at an accessible height you’ most likely try and do something with it. Who knows what, but I guarantee that road would not stop if you failed the first time. You’d jump and miss the first grab, then jump and get it, then fail for a pull-up, then you’d get on top of it. Same goes for a barbell and bumpers. You would eventually start to figure out all the stuff we’ve figured out. You’d probably strip it down and swing it like a bat, then realize that was ridiculous. You’d load it back up and start playing. Who knows, you may throw out your back because you know zero about lifting, but you’d be back. Before not too long you’d heal and start playing around more. The possibilities are endless.

The white room came up because of constantly trying to find a reason for something. Why am I here doing this? What if I miss this lift? What if my boyfriend or coach is disappointed? What if other people see me and I get embarrassed? All definite possibilities, but that seems trivial when the white room exists.

Does your desire create trial? Consequence? Will you strive in light of said detail and possible failure?

So then what is failure, desire, approval? Discussion for another day.

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