September 16: I’ve done 2,652 reps. But not at the gym.

I “met” my friend K online during the pandemic.

One of those weird, lucky internet connections.

We started chatting and hit it off.

We eventually landed in this sweet little ritual:

Every morning, we check in.

Say hi.

Talk about life.

Every. Damn. Day.

I can’t tell you exactly when it started.

But it’s been about five years now, give or take.

A few days ago, he sent me a photo from his gym.

1900 workouts.

With the same gym.

Not steps. Not minutes. Workouts.

I tried to do the math.

Even if he worked out every single day for five years (which, LOL, c’mon), he still wouldn’t hit 1900.

And that’s not even allowing for vacations, sick days, holidays, existential dread days, and “nope, not today” days.

If he worked out three times per week (which is already a serious commitment),

that’s like… 12 years.

With the same gym.

Twelve years.

Honestly?

I was floored.

That level of commitment is wildly impressive.

It’s a physical commitment.

To himself.

To his health, to his body, to showing up.

And I realized—I want that.

That’s a #GOAL right there.

But then I thought…

Y’know what? I’ve also been committed.

Just in a different way.

(LOL! No, not the straightjacket kind of way…)

I’ve been emotionally committed to myself.

Every week.

For 17+ years.

If you count “workouts” at 3x per week, that’s 2,652 sessions.

And like physical workouts, emotional ones can feel pointless sometimes.

Frustrating.

Invisible.

Like you’re doing all this work and where’s the six-pack of confidence you were promised?

But over time?

You become someone different, someone stronger, someone who knows themselves.

Still, there are days I don’t wanna.

There are days it hurts.

There are days it feels like nothing’s changing.

So why keep going?

Because I know—without a doubt—my life is better for the work.

Even when it sucks, even when it’s slow, even when I’m just clawing my way through it, inch by emotional inch.

And honestly?

Encouragement helps.

Me? In one way I was lucky.

I lost everything.

Which sounds like a curse.

But honestly it gave me the space to rebuild from scratch.

I didn’t have to explain my growth to anyone.

Didn’t have to keep performing the old me while quietly trying to become someone new.

The slate was clean.

I didn’t have encouragement, but I also didn’t have resistance.

Not everyone gets that.

Take Selene—my assistant. Some of you know her.

She started her emotional workouts 11 years ago.

Right in the middle of a life packed with people.

People who liked the version of her who put everyone else first, and she had to watch a lot of them fall away as she stopped people-pleasing and started being true to herself.

It’s a different kind of pain.

And a different kind of courage.

That’s the equivalent 1,716 “workouts” for her, and she’s rightfully proud of herself. And is there cheering on anyone who is going through it.

In The Studio, via text messages, in emails…

No neat bow on this one today.

Just a reminder:

The work adds up.

Even if you can’t see it yet.

Even if no one else sees it yet.

So tell me:

What are YOU committed to for YOU?

What practice, ritual, or decision is shaping you into someone better—even if it’s invisible to the world?

Hit reply and tell me.

I wanna know.

Rev Heather, aka Nookie, LUQ
https://my.curiouser.life
+1-855-712-5433 (toll-free)

P.S. Also, how can I encourage you today?