I turned 50 years old in late May, and at 50 you should really know yourself by now. And what I know is the resistance I feel is no longer a surprise. It appears in projects, in people, and within myself. It whispers the same refrain: “Stay where you are. Avoid the discomfort.”
Resistance though is neither friend or foe. It’s just there. As constant as change itself. To expect otherwise only brings frustration.
I have learned that we cannot control the obstacles before us, only our response to them. Resistance is no different. It is not there to be fought or feared—it is there to be understood.
As a leader, I’ve seen resistance feed on uncertainty. When the path is foggy, people hesitate. But clarity cuts through. Break it down, step by step, and resistance fades.
My job isn’t to eliminate resistance—it’s to make the next step so clear that it can’t be ignored. I haven’t always succeeded. At times, I’ve stumbled, caught in resistance’s sway. But I’ve danced with it long enough to learn it patterns, to feel the rhythm it moves to
Resistance never leaves me. It’s human to fear failing, to avoid risks, to stick to what we know. But I’ve come to see it differently. I have only really just realised it. It’s a marker. It shows where growth begins and comfort ends.
You don’t beat resistance by fighting it. You must move through it. You take the step, even when it’s hard, because what’s on the other side—progress, understanding, purpose—is always worth it.
So after 50 winters I see ever clearly now. Perhaps maybe even for the first time. Resistance isn’t a wall. It’s but a mirror. It shows us where we stand and dares us to move. And at this point, I don’t resent it any more. I welcome it. It’s proof I’m still alive, still growing.
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