You Can Do This.

The dailyhiit receives no shortage of feeback from it's 7-figure world-wide audience and, as it turns out, a big chunk of what's sent in are questions about how to keep moving during pregnancy. Well, we're listening. I've recently been asked to write and produce video content that will help women remain active throughout their pregnancies. I’ve been working with prenatal, postnatal and pregnant women for years now and I'm thrilled to be involved in this project for this audience. In preparation, I’ve been reading through the long-and-ever-growing list of questions that women have been submitting and, as I wade through enquiries about safe exercises and reasonable expectations, a pattern is beginning to emerge. There's a subtext to every mention of stretch marks, c-sections, back pain and fatigue that gets harder to ignore the more I read, like a cloud that looked like a sailboat, just for a minute, and now won't go back to looking like a cloud. People are scared. They're scared of changing and not knowing into what but whatever it is just won't be strong enough, or sexy enough. They're scared of losing the identities they've painstakingly crafted for their entire lifetime up to this point, identities rooted too firmly in dress size, split time, or income. Like every other person, man or women, who has a shred of self-awareness, they're scared of failure. And who can blame them?   Well before I say a word about joints, or muscles or bones, before I start cracking jokes, teasing rivals or giving advice, before I dare to offer help of any kind, there is one thing that I need to say. Mothers, would-be mothers, long-awaited mothers, unwilling mothers, thrilled mothers, natural mothers, modern mothers, frightened mothers, mothers who don’t yet know they are mothers:

You can do this.

I don’t know you, but I know a lot about you. I know that you are the evolutionary product of 2 billion years of an endless variety of organisms competing to be the most stupendous badass on this mass of rock and saltwater and, at the moment, you are winning. I know that there has never been a creation story told anywhere on Earth that is half as extraordinary as the one that takes place in your body; gods and heroes haven’t got a thing on the quiet deluge of cellular division you are capable of orchestrating. I know that you are strong because strength is not the hammer; it’s the forge. “You’re as big as a house!” you’ll hear. Bullshit. You’re a mountain and the wind blowing hard through the timberline booms with a voice that says, in no uncertain terms, do not fuck with me. You’re a lava flow cooling in the Pacific, all heat and steam and purpose. You’ll change—oh yes, you’ll change—and what you’ll be when you’re done is two people and if that doesn’t blow your mind it’s only because you haven’t really thought about it yet. You are not diminished; you are enhanced. Whatever you thought you were before, you’re better. Whatever scares you now, you’ll conquer. Whoever you were is exactly who you are still going to be, only with more love and less fear. You are a lightning bolt, and you can do this.