I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. Everything seems so big and large, even though many are just small little things. It feels like we haven’t gotten a break. Is it just me, or do you, too, feel exhausted? It feels like one thing after another is being stacked upon a pile that’s already been teetering and groaning for a while. Kind of like when you’re with your kid, and you’re building the world’s largest Duplo tour, but you let your three-year-old build the base of the tower. It sways from even a whisper and keeps threatening to collapse, but your kiddo is still running around with all their energy. Every now and then, the hurricane child rushes in, throws another block on that shitty tower, and somehow, someway, that tower continues to stand.
I think probably the most important piece is changing your inner script. If I'm always thinking about keeping up with someone or worrying about being exactly what the "right" model of person is right now, it's exhausting. I can only be me. My inner script needs to be telling me that I am who I am, and (being the only one of me around) I have a responsibility not to cheap out on being me. Nobody else is doing it. Being the bright spot in the day for someone else is worth a ton.
My work space was used last week for a Self-Care professional development session. Listening to it was harshing my buzz, so I cataloged books with earphones in blasting Beastie Boys. I loved myself a lot for making that call.
I think probably the most important piece is changing your inner script. If I'm always thinking about keeping up with someone or worrying about being exactly what the "right" model of person is right now, it's exhausting. I can only be me. My inner script needs to be telling me that I am who I am, and (being the only one of me around) I have a responsibility not to cheap out on being me. Nobody else is doing it. Being the bright spot in the day for someone else is worth a ton.
My work space was used last week for a Self-Care professional development session. Listening to it was harshing my buzz, so I cataloged books with earphones in blasting Beastie Boys. I loved myself a lot for making that call.
Love that Denice, and good music choice :-)