My best friend was in town briefly the other night and we went to her parent’s house to see her.  It’s easily been 6 years since we’ve last been there and these are people I truly do consider my second family—I’ve know them since I was 6 years old so we are going on 34 years of friendship and, yes, sisterhood.  It’s so different to be in the places we were as children, to remember what it felt like to be with our parents, and to realize that we are at the age now that they were when we ran those same halls.  The halls are quieter now, the house showing a little more age and love, and now I have my own child that walks through them.  I remember how much I looked up to the adults in my life, how much I revered them, how much I even feared them at times, and I realize that I am at the exact age they were and I am doing the exact same things they did—making sure we can get by and keep a roof over our heads, making sure my son has the best choices and not wanting to screw him up, to make sure he knows he is loved, to make sure that my relationship with my husband is solid, managing work, home, and my family and friends.  It’s funny how life cycles around us and we find ourselves in the same position without even realizing it.

Time passes so quickly and I’ve had so many moments over the years where I legitimately ached for the feelings I had as a child—that sense of security, that safety, that certainty of being a kid and knowing everything.  Transitioning roles from child to parent and then child to parent caregiver is a heavy thing.  It’s a natural progression, yes, but something we don’t do well to prepare for.  We repeat what we know and model what we are taught so building our own habits can feel so uncertain for us, but the kids around us have no clue that we are literally all winging it.  I used to think my parents and my friend’s parents all had it SO together, that they were the absolute paragon of adulthood and that is what we were meant to strive for.  I wanted to do what they told me to and make them proud.  I wanted to have that same sense of authority in my life.  Going bigger wasn’t really a thing that crossed my mind, and it’s odd how sometimes when we go back to the places that seemed so big to us in childhood, we see how small they were, how much our parents were simply humans trying to get by—just as we are now.

Seeing my parents and my friend’s parents age takes them from this idolized, almost super-human like figure to human.  We are all fallible, fragile, and imperfect, and we all have the same human struggles.  And that is exactly how we are meant to be.  Those walls didn’t hold the paradigm for what life needed to be like—they held the life, love, laughter, anger, fights, parties, and all the crazy energy of what life is.  We are always so quick to want to move away from those homes, to create our own life, and we often don’t appreciate what was in the bones of those homes, the love and the very life-force that sustained it.  At the end of the day the home itself may be nothing but materials put together, but everything contained within it, the energy we created, experienced and left there, leave a mark.  Time passes quickly, yes, but that emotional residue lingers and we are no longer the children.  We have now graduated to the same status, that mythical “adult.”  We see our parents with a new light, a little more understanding, and with more patience, grace, and appreciation.  I still hope I made them proud, but more, I hope I made them feel loved and secure, the same as they did for me.  I wouldn’t be here without my family or my friend’s family either so this goes beyond nostalgia.  This is simply life—precious, fragile, delicate experiences strong enough to carry us through the passage of time.  What a beautiful blessing.            

“Be first and be lonely,” unknown.  I wanted to consider this concept.  There really are people who thrive alone.  There are others who need the presence of others.  I can’t say one is better than the other, I just know what feels right for me.  I have always been independent and my mind has always been active enough I didn’t necessarily need other people.  Plus I didn’t have the best relationship with trust either for myself of for others.  I learned to do a lot on my own.  I learned to trust my own feelings and instincts (and later forgot but that’s a different story) to the point where I knew that just because some things worked for others didn’t mean they would work for me.  I knew that I wasn’t the same.  And I often had the distinct feeling of being held back.  I grasped concepts quickly and I wasn’t necessarily able to move forward—my mother didn’t want me to advance early to a new grade because she thought I would have a hard time making friends.  I barely made friends with my peers as it was.  Plus I found I had an appetite for growth—I wanted to learn as much as I could.  And there was a period where I could retain anything—I mean, so much.  That isn’t to sound conceited by any means—I consider it a gift.  Now I am torn in so many directions, living so many different versions of my life waiting for something to settle that I am still stuck in this moment.

It isn’t being first that has kept me lonely.  It is being out of time.  It’s being unsure of where I am and what’s next.  It’s being uncertain in myself because I can’t get the useless degrading words of others out of my head.  It’s believing that I am not meant to advance because others need to and somehow my imperfections are something so terrible I need to prove over and over again that I’m worthy of letting them go.  When I’m out of synch, when I’ve held myself back, when I’ve doubted myself, that is what I’ve been feeling.  The circular argument, the waiting for others to make a decision for me, to determine if I was good enough to get what I was looking for.  I’ve never wanted to be first, that wasn’t necessarily the goal. It was about finding me and learning as much as I could to figure out who that was.  I became ambitious as a means to prove my worth, to erase the negative things and the “terrible” things I had done in my past.  But working with a group is frustrating—and then I came to find out that it wasn’t working with the group that was frustrating, it was being with the wrong group.  It wasn’t hanging out with friends that was a problem—it was hanging out with the wrong friends.  Food wasn’t the problem, it was habits and the wrong food.  Same with everything else. 

So I consider this a touchy subject because it questions to what degree ambition is a problem.  Being first for the sake of being first can cause issues.  It definitely can be lonely because we ostracize those around us for the sake of our own gain.  We leave people behind or we use them to climb to where we want to be instead of working with them to mutually benefit.  But when it comes to being first in our lives, that’s a necessary thing.  We can’t put the wants of others over our needs and expect them to make that up to us.  Some would say if you want to be first go alone, if you want to go far, go together (it’s an old Kenyan proverb).  It isn’t about being alone or together, it’s about finding the right thing that fits.  There are times we need the loneliness, we need to make sense of our purpose and we have to find what best fits for us, what feels right.  We can’t do that with other people’s opinions weighing on us or the distraction of things that we think we need to buy or accomplish.  We need to know ourselves inside and out and take steps that align with that.  So being first isn’t necessarily lonely and being with a group isn’t necessarily with good company.  We need to know ourselves well enough to know the difference and be confident enough to follow what feels right for us.  The rest is a matter of opinion.

“We all need to lead where we are planted and shine where we find ourselves,” Robin Sharma, The Leader With No Title.  Instead of bitching about where we are and what has happened to us, learn to cultivate the area, especially if we can’t change it.  Make it the best we can.  Allow growth to expand from where we are at and tend to what is around us rather than lamenting what we do not have or wishing things were different.  It’s easy to feel trapped where we are at and to feel like the external is keeping us in one spot.  But we have to remember that we always have an option to move, even if it’s learning to bend in a particular direction.  We live in such a strange age now—we simultaneously show the best and worst of society all the time, highlighting all the extremes so we confuse what reality is.  We move too quickly and take in too much garbage and we weigh ourselves down with all that external crap.  We either try to live to mythical, unrealistic expectations and standards or we wallow in the misery of the world. 

It doesn’t have to be that extreme because life exists very much between the two.  The magic is when we are able to simply be—to love our lives as they are and to develop our own sense of space in the world.  See, we tend to spend a lot of time looking elsewhere, either forward or backward, over the fence, or across the street, in the cubicle or office next to us, the car next to us, at the TV, at the vacation the friend took and we build up these skewed versions of what life is like for people.  Life exists beyond what is curated on any media.  The real meat of life, the joy of it, is when we appreciate the moments we have and learn how to work with them and mold it into what we have.  When we tend to our own little bit of Earth, it strengthens, and grows, and blooms in the most beautiful of ways.  Soon it expands and as long as we keep tending it, it will continue to grow until it covers an unimaginable amount of area.  That is the power of developing ourselves.

Instead of the goal being attention, we need to focus on creating and expressing the best of who we are.  Growth doesn’t always look how we think it should—but it is always tied to our actions and efforts, and more importantly, our focus.  Focus on cultivating what is inside of us and on becoming the best versions of who we are.  Don’t let expectations get in the way of appreciating what is right in front of us.  We all have these seeds and we need to cultivate them.  We may not be able to control what they are but we can certainly determine how they grow, and help them grow into the strongest versions of themselves.  And as we do that, we learn how to nurture them and maybe new seeds will come our way.  The garden is what we make it.  We have the ability to do our best with what we have at all times and that is all we need—remember our power to do our best. 

“Tactics are different than standards,” Matthew Hussey.  Hussey’s stated this in regards to something he went through with his wife, so even though this is in regard to a romantic relationship, it applies to all relationships.  This beautifully explains a situation I’m dealing with at my 9-5.  As I’ve shared, I struggle with a few individuals who constantly seem to be lurking around, waiting for me to drop the ball.  They’ve put a significant amount of work on me, hoping I will fail.  They’ve offered me help and when I’ve told them what I need they’ve said they can’t help me but I am accountable if anything falls through the cracks.  I’ve taken it all in stride and they haven’t succeeded in getting a reaction out of me. They’ve been progressively becoming more and more direct, deceitful, and dishonest in their attacks.  Claiming some kind of disappointment in me, stating I’m not a team player.  The truth is I am at my limits, and I keep coming in and getting it done because I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of saying I couldn’t handle it, or that something fell through that I was responsible for.  This is work I’ve been forced into and then blamed for creating, and then threatened that if I don’t do it there will be consequences.

This entire situation would be different if I saw my peers, people with my title on my team, treated the same way and held to the same standard—or if they genuinely offered assistance.  What is happening is the select group isolates with each other, closes doors, and then blames you for not knocking.  Those few people are able to walk in and miraculously there is never a problem, but when I knock, she’s on a phone call or can’t speak with me at that moment.  She will make me wait an hour before responding to something that takes 30 seconds to answer—but if I don’t answer immediately, I missed something.  Have I made mistakes and missed things?  Of course—I’m human.  So now they’ve begun gaslighting in some insidious ways.  They do offer to help, but then never follow through, or they state they can’t help with that particular thing.  Again, if this was a standard and we all were held to it, then it wouldn’t be a problem.  But this is manipulative and chess-like in the steps that have been taken.  As humans there are times we are so focused on our own agendas that we end up manipulating people.  We don’t intend harm, we are just excited about a topic or it’s something that weighs heavily on us so we’re fixated.  But there are the climbers and those who like to make moves.  I am not one of those people.

So, instead of making this nothing more than a complaint session, or martyring myself, I will use it to remind myself that people have their own agendas—everyone does—and that I can focus on my goals just as they have the right to focus on theirs.  I can recognize the tactics they are using—isolating me, gaslighting, overworking—and know that it’s a double standard.  And I can make choices to make moves of my own.  This isn’t to say that I’m wonderful and they are horrible, but it is clear that I have standards that don’t align with theirs, I have goals that don’t align with theirs.  I can’t do a damn thing about how they treat me, but I can take care of what I need to and hold my head high knowing I did what was right, knowing that they can not take that away from me.  I can focus on my work, and keep going with building the life I love and I can work around the behavior.  I know all will come back in its own time—that isn’t my job to validate what comes to them—so I can keep going in my energy and do what I know works for me.  And when the time comes, I can move on, and they can keep their secret club.  Real leadership isn’t about manipulation, it’s about development and growth.  I can hold myself to that standard and know that I’ve done my best. Be aware and don’t let anyone take you away from what you are meant to do.   

Today I am grateful for making one of the biggest moves in my career during my duration at my 9-5.  I’m going after what I want and getting it done.  I’ve always had a tenuous relationship with my 9-5.  The main reason is that I simply don’t like being told what to do or having my life dictated and my time spent doing things that aren’t serving my purpose (like to a pathological level) but what I despise is being told what to do by hypocrites and bullies.  The writing has been clear for a while that I will not get the help I need in a particular circumstance.  The hope is likely that I make the decision to leave.  As much as I hate being told what to do and I’ve thought I wanted the money all along, the truth is I simply want freedom.  There is one facet of my job that I absolutely adore and it has a ton of potential for the organization and the community—and it is genuinely fun for me to do.  I recently took the opportunity to bring it to the president of the company.  This is something I’ve wanted to do for years to garner support from the hospital and to help unite the teams, and I’ve been told no by a certain individual the whole time, that the department was on its last breath.  The president thinks otherwise.  It was terrifying to make the pitch to him because it means a lot to me and I did this quietly.  But the information was received and now it’s a matter of hashing out what comes next.  I will tell you it felt amazing.  I felt empowered and articulate and heard.  There are times you have to take the future in your own hands and secure your own steps—and it’s scary—but it is the most freeing feeling in the world.     

Today I am grateful for finding strength in myself.  I never wanted to be a princess in a relationship where someone takes care of everything for me.  I always dreamt of a partnership where we split it 50/50 and on the days one of us needed a break, the other picked up the slack.  That is not what I got.  I truly am not complaining because I’ve remembered that we don’t always get what we ask for, we get what we need.  And for me, I know I needed to develop strength to get through things, the ability to stand on my own, and moreso the emotional fortitude to handle what comes my way.  I needed to learn confidence in myself and to understand my worth.  I’ve literally spent a lifetime being undervalued, hoping someone would see me for more, fighting those who want to dim my light.  I’ve struggled for decades to get out from under people.  The truth is I’m still not where I want to be, but I understand more now that I’m still not entirely sure what that means.  I know I can stand on my own, I know I need to maintain boundaries, but I know that I am worth taking care of myself and going after my dreams.  And when we have big goals, a big purpose, we need to know we can manage it—and we need to do it.  Sometimes we have to dig, but it’s there, and I am grateful for it.    

Today I am grateful for discipline.  I have been working extremely hard on maintaining my health.  A friend of mine recently made a comment about my eating habits, telling me that I don’t eat well.  This is completely off base, especially from this person.  Do I eat perfectly all the time?  Absolutely not.  But is 90 percent of my diet appropriate?  Yes.  I have also been working out and maintaining a strong walking regimen.  She’s been agitated and made comments about the time I’m working out and talking about how she would do things—but she does nothing.  She even mentioned that she wanted to walk with me and when I went, she stayed behind.  I’ve stuck with what I said I was going to do with my body.  I’m feeling a bit isolated and lonely because everyone around me (my husband and friends) constantly talk about getting healthier and I’m the only one doing anything about it.  I need a channel for my anxiety and I’m working on it daily.  And I’m seeing results.  I’ve been 40 for just over a month now and I vow to continue making moves in my life.  I’m sticking with it even if it’s upsetting some people.

Today I am grateful for recognizing what I need and what I need to address.  I’ve had this string of events in my life where I get really close to a goal but then never quite get it—always second best or missing one piece to complete the puzzle.  I still don’t know what that means—did I not want it bad enough?  Did I miss a step?  Was I not clear enough?  Well recently things have become overwhelming again—even with a plan to sort things out, they still feel too heavy to manage.  And I had this moment of thinking that I don’t want any of this.  I’m working so hard to maintain this home when I need to put me energy into creating.  I’m working to pay taxes and grocery bills and utilities that continually go up while my salary doesn’t because it’s based on one person’s opinion of my performance.  And I’m tired of people being able to dictate what I have in my life, telling me I need to work harder, that I need to give up more time, that I need to hand over more of the money I earned for whatever bullshit reason they come up with.  See, I didn’t mean I don’t want my home, that I don’t want my books, my family, my animals, the actual things I like doing—no, I’m tired of feeling this revolution in my heart and not being able to do anything about it.  I have so much anger and I’m tired of trying to keep it bottled in and keep up with those around me.  I want to live my own life at my own pace and do the things I love with the people I love.  That’s what I need to focus on.   

Today I am grateful for love, family, and friendship.  As I’ve spoken about growth and time, I know that the people around us and how we share that time together is the most important thing.  I am so fortunate to have a group of people to support me (even if I will stubbornly do it on my own) and people I can learn from and rely on.  Community is important, sense of self is important, and finding the group of people who support and love who we really are is essential.  As much as I’ve struggled with imperfection, anxiety, OCD, more anxiety, self-doubt, whatever it is, I still have a group of people to support me when I need them.  That is a blessing.  I am grateful to be a mother, to have my mother, and to be surrounded by all types of mothers to help me get through this crazy life.  Support is so important and I am blessed to have that in my life. 

Wishing everyone a wonderful week ahead.  

“No matter how difficult and painful it may be, nothing sounds as good to the soul as the truth,” Martha Beck.   I want to share a short reminder about truth.  The soul knows what it wants and we can cover that up with tons of activity and staying busy but if we aren’t doing what the soul wants, we will feel it.  We need to know the truth.  We need to express truth.  We need to align with truth.  If we don’t then we are out of sync and we lose touch with what we are meant to do.  We often speak of painful truths coming from other people as if their words are what will cut us down.  That may be true if we let that happen, but the most painful truth is the one we have to face in ourselves.  We need to know where we have lied to ourselves, where have we hidden true desire with comfort, where have we hidden the key to what we want and who we want to be.  We can only mask who we are if we allow it, and if we are really honest with ourselves, we lie to ourselves all the time.  It doesn’t matter if it’s about breaking habits or wasting time or how we care for ourselves, we always convince ourselves that it isn’t really us doing it.

The most painful sound and the most glorious relief come when we face our truth.  We are the ones who hold the key to change our lives, all we have to do is step through the door and learn to acclimate to something new.  The more we align with that truth the better we feel.  The easier it is to express who we are.  The less we feel like it’s a chore to get through the day to day.  Life is no longer a grind or something we get through—and there isn’t an end goal where we feel like it will get better when it goes a certain way or when we achieve a certain goal.  We simply live and we are happy in that existence.  We need to get honest about who we are, what we want, who we surround ourselves with, and how we spend our days and ask if that matches up with what and who we want to be.  Stop pretending someone has tied a blindfold over you when it’s you who needs to simply open your eyes.  The world opens up as soon as we remove that veil.  Life won’t always be comfortable or predictable—all we can do is learn to get comfortable in our own skin and trust that we will make the right decision for us and we will end up where we need to be as long as we are aligned with our truth.       

I was scrolling through IG the other day and I came across an old friend and former colleague.  This woman has always been so confident and I used to be a little intimidated by her.  She held herself to a standard about how she wanted to look, how she wanted her life to look, the things she wanted to experience, and the things she wanted to build.  She has gone after every one of them and has achieved every one of her goals.  I’m not saying her life is perfect, this isn’t just the social media comparison, but I found myself thinking deeply about how she got there.  It was from the support she has in her life, the team she has around her, the family and the love.  She was able to find clarity in who she is because she was supported no matter what her choice was.  Maybe that’s the lesson I need to remember for my son.  No matter what, just support him.  I know that I am still in the process of building my community, my network, and there are moments it’s scary.  I’ve been trying to be a certain way for so long, trying to project an image instead of simply being. And now I’m at the precipice of something potentially great and I find myself asking for clarity, to determine what it is I actually want.  Is this about proving a point? Is this something I actually want?

One thing I noticed about my friend is that she never second guesses herself.  If she wants something she goes for it and she doesn’t look back.  I stay fixated on where it went wrong.  She also relies on the people around her—she can count on them.  Generationally, in my family that isn’t how it works.  We’ve been raised to do it on our own.  I don’t know if that is a remnant of shame and trying to prove our worth, that if we do it on our own we have this perception that we somehow made past mistakes better.  I see how all the way from my grandmother we were always trying to prove we were worth something.  We were always out of place, out of time and trying to prove that we belonged.  She passed that to my mother and my mother’s humanity was condemned because of what that would do to her mother.  Mistakes became life sentences and we lamented that things didn’t go our way.  The rest was so out of control that we wanted to make sure that things looked perfect.  So the work is about acceptance and building support.

I know that I need to break some habits and allow people in more.  I need to trust that I am supported.  I also need to maintain boundaries and clear direction.  I allow myself to take on too much and to get too distracted.  I have to stick with what I know I want and allow the people who are supposed to be in my life, into my life.  I need to trust my instincts to know myself enough to do what I want.  I need less of what I should do and more of what feels right to me.  It’s a hard transition and I do spend too much time worried about what people think of me.  Like if I walk away they will say it’s my fault and that I couldn’t hack it.  But does it matter if that’s what they think?  I need to focus on what makes me happy and finding a better fit for me rather than trying to make me fit in their mold.  I want the exterior of my life to match the vision I have of myself and what I feel inside.  I am who I am and I can’t experience the greatness of my life if I’m trying to be someone else.  See it, believe it, do it.  Take the option when it comes our way and enjoy it.   

I realized that some of the anxiety from Sunday was not knowing what’s coming next in my career.  I have this vision of what I want to do but it isn’t quite coming together.  I still don’t fully trust myself or that I will get what I want.  Maybe my vision is quite clear enough.  But I know the anxiety was from things not going as I expected and then having to deal with the same routine the following day—waking up and having to do it again, face it again, because I don’t have an option at the moment.  Truly, if I want something different then I need to do something different but I don’t know exactly what that is.  I want to have this insane freedom to not worry about the things in life that I worry about now.  Finances, relationships, trust, joy, spending time how I want, being healthy.  I can see all of that but I’m not quite sure how to make it all happen.  I need to stop self-sabotaging and trust my instincts.  I’ve been really good about that for a while and then I get to this point where I don’t know what to do next because the expectation of the following day is the same as it always was—I find myself dependent on what I hate.  But at the same time I know things are unfolding at work as well and there is a lot of potential to have a single focus again.  I can make it happen.  So what now?

As I spoke about yesterday, I know it’s a matter of slowing down enough to be present and acknowledge what I really want in life.  To take the chances on what feels good and take the opportunities that come my way.  I’ve been around so many people who have used me for so long and so many people who distract me away from what really matters that finding and following my instinct is still a challenge at times.  Even if I’ve started to adapt to it and do it that way for a while, it’s hard to keep it up at a certain point.  Again, I need to stop self-sabotaging because it’s falling to a familiar behavior.  What feels familiar and safe is the same pattern I’ve repeated over and over again and it doesn’t get me where I need to be.  It keeps me further from the life I’m trying to create.  So instead of getting frustrated when things seem to be taking too long, just breathe and enjoy the moment.  We were in a really cool place yesterday—seeing some awesome stores and then having a nice ice cream.  There was no reason to not fully immerse and enjoy it.  I know I may have seen something other than fear had I just let go and trusted that all would be well in the moment.  And there were beautiful moments.  Seeing my friend able to walk and have fun in the stores, seeing my son enjoy his first dipped cone, seeing him enjoy being at the mall for the first time and all of the different places and activities he could do. We had a great time. 

So now it is a practice of surrender. Allowing the moment to be what it is and seeing/feeling the beauty of flow.  Life is a series of moments and no it doesn’t always go how we want.  But it isn’t just about getting what we want, it’s about enjoying the magic of where we are when we are there. Stop looking to the future and hoping for something different.  Just be where we are exactly at the time we are there.  If we are to express faith and believe everything happens for a reason then we need to trust that the delays are for a reason as well, that the detours are all part of the plan, that people come into our lives to teach us no matter what the lesson is.  When we are calm and present we see things differently than we would if we are fearful and trying to control things.  We see it for what it is, and life is beautiful.  No, it isn’t perfect but that isn’t the goal. Let go of our training and belief that we need to be perfect or that we need to show off how successful we are, let go of the ideas of what success is and do what feels right because if we can live a life we are proud of, a life we enjoy, that is the greatest success in the world. 

We needed to go out with some friends on Sunday to pick up some supplies for an upcoming, truly important trip.  We had several things on our agenda and it seemed all we did ended up taking significantly longer than it should have.  I had no intention of being gone all day—and it turned into an all day excursion.  When I woke up on Monday, I found myself thinking about accountability for the life I want and how different I felt on Sunday.  Why did I have such a sense of urgency?  To be fair, I hadn’t planned on it taking all day, and we were behind schedule from the start.  By the time the day was ending, they wanted to go get ice cream really far out of the way and there was a line no less than 30 people deep and it was taking an inappropriately long time to complete orders.  While I was standing there I knew I was being impatient but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that I just wanted to be done standing around doing nothing.  We’d been out for almost 12 hours already and I still had things to do at home.  I don’t have someone doing my laundry, cooking, cleaning, dishes etc. for me—that’s all on me in addition to working.  But it hit me that I’m always trying to just get things done.  Why am I always trying to get to the finish instead of enjoying where I’m at?  Why not take the time to enjoy a beautiful evening enjoying ice cream with friends?  Enjoying seeing my son enjoy his first dipped cone?     

I’m trying to fit in four lifetimes in one because I haven’t transitioned to what I want to do with my life.  Not fully.  On Monday, I knew that I didn’t want to HAVE to wake up at 4am or earlier anymore to try and fit things in.  I don’t want to continue working for someone who doesn’t appreciate what I’m doing anyway.  I want to create opportunities for myself but I’m afraid they won’t come through.  I don’t want to be rescued because I don’t want to be obligated to someone else but I know I need help.  I’m confused with a business opportunity because I know it’s good but it’s something I feel wastes a lot of valuable time—we spend a majority of our meetings saying the same things about the same people and I feel we lose the meaning behind what we are trying to do by either doing the same things on repeat or jumping too quickly from one item to the next.  But I understand the only way to transition is to slow down and be present.  I love going on walks so I should have just enjoyed the day.  Finding books together in the second hand store, going to the Lego store, it was all pure joy.  Why couldn’t I just slow down and be present in that joy?  It’s ok to follow the path of what feels good—I preach that we need to do that all the time anyway.  So what was holding me back? 

Life isn’t just about getting things done.  There will always be something else to do no matter how much we check off the list.  There will always be something else that needs to be done.  And when everything is done in our lives, we are dead.  So we need to start taking care of who we are in our souls and following what feels good, wake up to what is right in the moment we are in and constantly express gratitude for that.  Do more of what we love and let the universe know we love it and more of that will come.  Life isn’t something we get through—it is supposed to be an experience filled with love, joy, creativity, connection, and purpose.  We want to make it a beautiful life and we need to be awake every moment instead of trying to do all the things at once.  We have to trust that what we do in a day is what we are meant to do and that we have done enough.  Presence is key.  No, I don’t do well with doing nothing—I need to be doing something—but I also don’t have to overwhelm myself with doing all the things at one time.  Stay aware of what I’m feeling, and when it gets tough to settle into the newness of something, just breathe and stay present.  Stay aware of what feels good.  It’s ok to slow down and enjoy a day doing something we didn’t think we would be doing.  It was a great adventure and we really did have fun with some amazing people.  If that’s more of what I want then that is what I have to do.

In doing the physical work to help improve my health, I’ve noticed that it’s created additional physical issues—well, different physical issues.  With balancing all of the hats I’m wearing, I was left with little choice but to wake up at 3am daily to work out.  This would be fine if I had been able to counteract the time I go to bed.  I quickly developed awful stomach issues which was from a combination of eliminating crap in my body and a messed up circadian rhythm.  I gave myself a single day of reprieve and realized that I still needed to maintain a work out early in the morning.  While 3AM was disruptive to my body, the working out itself felt amazing.  So, how do we balance it all?  There comes a point where we have to realize that doing something good for our body doesn’t do any good if we have to disrupt another essential function—like sleep/digestion.  It ends up counteracting the work we are trying to do in the first place. 

So where is this happy medium?  Where is the middle ground?  I know I do my best work first thing in the morning whether it is working out or writing or making decisions for my 9-5—so what becomes the priority?  Something has to give at a certain point because the body can’t keep up like that.  There comes a time we have to respect where our body is at—and our mind.  I always want to do it all and I have a tendency to overcommit at times, but the things I’m trying to do all need to be prioritized. Health is important, keeping a roof over our heads is important, productive work is important, creativity and expression is important.  I hadn’t learned how to separate those priorities and it got overwhelming.  I’ve said it before and I’m the first one to acknowledge that we can’t drive three cars at one time.  The key is to move one car at a time but to not get too far ahead of the others so we can’t make progress there too.       

Sunday was a great example of being in rhythm. I woke up at 5:30, took some medicine for my stomach, came down and worked on what I had to.  I felt the exhaustion so I slept for a couple more hours, I got up, took care of my son’s registration and some bills, called my parents and got to speak with my dad (mom was sleeping), we went to our event for the business (and learned some things about gatherings/stepping in time), went shopping for some things we had forgotten, talked with my mother, came home, I wrote, we went across the way for dinner with friends, we discussed books, history, nature, came home and went to bed.  It was a lovely day.  That was still a lot of stuff but it was nice.      Honestly even Saturday was good and I feel like this is an entire lesson on rhythm.  So if the body feels so good in rhythm why do we do so many things outside of what feels right for us?  Out of some perceived obligation?  Out of fear of not knowing what to do instead?  There are choices we have to make and until we do, life will feel overwhelming.  Things feel off when we aren’t listening/acting on what we need to do.  So take the time to find the rhythm and trust our instincts, no matter what.  It will take us exactly where we need to go.