We were rewatching a documentary the other day about pizza. (#IYKYK) In the interview, the incredible pizza chef and entrepreneur said something that got me thinking: “shit in, shit out”.
So simple, but so true - and not just for pizza. This pretty much goes for anything in life, right?
Many, many years ago when I was first injured I was a patient in physical therapy. I had what I thought to be a strange experience, but it happened more than once and with different therapists. I was accused of not doing my part. Because of my inability to achieve their desired results, I was reprimanded for not giving it my all. It was MY fault that my body wasn’t responding the way they wanted it to.
These therapists had no idea that I put in hours of time outside of therapy. They certainly didn’t know that their own employees and coworkers were hired to work with me on the side at home. They didn’t take into consideration the other treatments I was doing concurrently on my own time either. No. It was me. There had to be a way to overcome. So obviously I wasn’t putting in the work and I didn’t want it bad enough. That’s why I wasn’t getting “better”.
Being a know-it-all teen with no filter, (damn, not much has changed :-) my response was always something like, “why would I lie? What would be the point? The only one who wins or loses is me”!
Because, duh! I may have been young and naive in many ways, but I was right. Even back then I knew- you get out what you put in. I still couldn’t walk. Why the hell would I half ass my efforts to get my function back?
Needless to say, those relationships eventually came to an end. And once again in case you’re new here, I still can’t walk. So I put my all in day after day, week after week, and year after year. I gave my whole self and for a while held a grudge on everything in life because I thought I got nothing out of it. All in, shit out? That’s not fair. I felt so defeated - until I started to look at it through a different lens.
I mean, I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t go back and kick those therapists who bullied and blamed me, but I gained so much more than that.
I learned resilience. I learned how to fight. I learned how to stand up for myself (again, can one of you come up with a better way for me to say that?) I learned how to overcome obstacles. I became stronger, wiser, more courageous, and tenacious. I learned that sometimes life isn’t fair but that doesn’t mean it can’t be amazing. Most importantly, I learned that it doesn’t matter what people think of me or what I’m doing. As long as I am content with myself and putting my all into what I do, that’s truly all that matters.
So yeah, shit in, shit out. If you give nothing, you get nothing in return. You can’t just decide you want something and assume you’re entitled to it. You have to put the work in. You have to take action to achieve your desires. It doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed to get what you want but maybe you’ll be surprised that you get even more than you hoped for.
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