We all have expectations of others.
I expect my husband to be quiet as a mouse when he comes into bed after I've gone to sleep and be in a good mood when he comes home from work, even if I'm not.
I expect clients to pay on time. They communicate their feedback without using phrases like "that looks stupid", or "yeah, so since my wife's favorite color is purple, so I was thinking that would be a better color for the company brand."
These are examples of what I call having "a manual" for someone. "A manual" is instruction guide for those people in our lives that lists the ways they should and should not behave in order for me to feel good and be happy. Violations of the manual result in offending our feelings.
We usually don't tell anyone about items in our manual, we think they should intrinsically know how to treat us accordingly, without being told. When they do know how to follow it, then we are eager...
It's moving week for us!
I've never been so happy about having 992 things to do: things to pick up, drop off, calls to make, forms to fill out... oh and the packing unpacking thing!
This past weekend, I ran into a little store down the road from home to pick up some things including beer, so my husband and his band of friends can keep their whistles wet while they worked on a project.
As I stuck my head in the store cooler to grab the one box of Miller Light in sight, I realized this amount would not sustain the thirsty group. So, I walked over to a clerk checking out a customer and asked if they sold 30 packs thinking there might be another spot they kept them.
She slowly turned her head toward me with the hairy eyeball in full effect and said "good morning, mam...How are yooou today?"
Taken aback at her bold and outright irritation with me, I think I let my jaw fly open a little. But, I ignored the question and, again, repeated...
For a long time I operated with a low grade sense of overwhelm. Like a slithering snake it would loop in and out of my days, inducing mental chaos and paralysis when present, but clarity and flow when it left.
Feelings drive our action. When we avoid, repress or react from our negative emotions, they don't actually "go away"... they just step aside to grow and fester. When in reality if we just experienced the discomfort of the emotion when it came, we'd find it isn't that bad and it doesn't actually last that long.
Overwhelm is a great example of one of these negative emotions that is NOT helpful to process or allow. It's what we call an "indulgent emotion". Like worry and confusion, overwhelm can seem necessary, but we call it indulgent because it's just a way of staying stuck.
These feelings seem important and justified, but they keep you from taking the actions that you most want to take.
They are often the "dream excuses"...
It’s 9:15 AM… as usual my day started at 5:00. So far I’ve written and trashed a blog post, gotten myself showered and dressed. Spent 20 minutes looking for a replacement mop head online and collectively more time than I care to admit going without a mop because of said difficulty.
But despite a victorious end to the long-running mop head saga, I found myself disappointed with the results thus far in my day.
We do that don’t we? Right out of the gate… toothbrush is barely down and we’re off to action the hell out of our moments. Only to and turn around bewildered at the lack it all produced. Bewildered at a fruitless struggle. A struggle for catching the thoughts and conjuring the words. A struggle for conceptualizing the idea out of our heads.
Only to trash it anyway.
Feeling DONE already. Lacey and I hit the woods outside the house for a brief stroll. It’s my favorite place to catch up with myself. And I do.
I realize this morning,...
We each bring a little special something to our work.
A special mix of mojo.
There is no one on the planet who has your mix of personality, talent, and experience.
You are an expert.
Years of being a problem solving ninja in service to your clients has warranted you a little freelance swagger.
Thinking that way about work feels good. You are a blessing. In service of a bigger picture. Offering your very best in service to a bigger picture.
Do you show up to your desk like a pro ready to get to down to business and kick some serious ass?
Making decisions lightning fast, defending your valuable brain from distractions, protecting your space for deep focus so you can crank out ass loads of that special-mojo-value for the people that give you the dollars. "Make it rain, lovies! Momma is on fire!"
Is your super power always throwing in extra because you have so much abundance boiling over, it is just a pleasure to share it?
Are you using your superwoman cape to fly around...
Reflecting on my journey adulting thus far in life, I can safely say that I've been operating as a full blown perfectionist. Without getting too deep into the weeds of the destruction of perfectionism, let me just say that one of the most challenging effects for me is that I can take too bloody long to do the things.
Y'all, getting shit done perfectly is totally exhausting. And, given my current status as a human, it's also not actually a rationally possible thing ...
Perfectionistic thinking keeps us believing that there is always something we can add, tweak, smooth or remove to make it better... whatever the "it" of the moment is. So, thus my masterpieces are really, really, effing slow to finish. Putting imperfection out would mean I might be ousted as flawed.
Perfectionism is for scared people. - Brooke Castillo
This cycle of perfecting, overworking, critiquing, revising, etc...
It's been 3 whole years this week since Daddy passed away. I realized this is the first anniversary since he's been gone that I am a coach. Like he was.
Whether it's helping people play their best game of football or life, it's all the in the end. As in life, football has you making big plays and taking big hits. Sometimes we give it every ounce bit of blood, sweat, and tears we've got, but it's not always enough to get into the end zone. Belief in ourselves can be tricky when we're tackled by missed opportunities, doubt and insecurity.
Maybe it's the joy of remembering him, and likening my own impact potential, I wanted to share a story about the value of having a coach. From the eyes of two not-so-different coaches.
When you want to change, grow or achieve something, it's not difficult for you to see that person in your mind's eye. But becoming...
I’m thinking about goals this morning. Doing one of my own client worksheets (it's very pretty, of course).
I'm answering my own question “Why do you want to achieve this goal?”
I need this question right now as things are new and hard as hell. I’m standing at the bottom of the preverbal "mountain" thinking sometimes "OMG. I am so bad at this... so uncomfortable... I'm so not going to make any money.... that is not going to work... this is going to fall apart. Just let me eat pie for the love.”
You know, so the why question is good for me right now. Because I alone without something bigger would literally just eat and be an asshole to live with (oh wait that might be me now?)
So my answer that rolls off my pen tip isn’t because I want a bunch of money or trips or attention or pies. It’s this:
“I have an ASS LOAD of value to offer the world.
I KNOW that my clients are out there with brilliant ideas, amazing skills and talents. But...
Have you ever stopped to think about what a big deal your brain is?
I mean really.
It's the lens of your life...the filter of your whole experience of your whole freakin' life. You have it forever. But how often do you pay attention to it?
Like my glasses. If these dudes are not on my face, I've got problems. 98% of the time, when I actually pay attention to them, I see that they are a shitshow in need attention stat.
I feel sorta like this about my brain when I look at it. It's frequently like my glasses... a shitshow.
But also, kind of a big deal.
It interprets everything that happens in the world around you in thoughts. Thoughts we often don't even pay attention to. Equivalent maybe to the dust and mystery splash marks on my glasses.
Sometimes we believe everything our brain says. Sometimes we gently guide it. Sometimes we bully the hell out of it.
With 60,000 thoughts a day, how many do you have that make you feel like a badass? How many are actually helping you and how many are...