Why is it that some weeks feel so darn hard compared to others?
Everything can be rolling along just fine and then…bam! You feel like a mack truck hit you.
This has definitely been one of those weeks for me.
One minute I felt excited and inspired.
The next, all bent out of shape.
Strangely enough it all started during an upbeat coaching group I participate in weekly.
We were challenged to choose a long-term goal.
And adopt a series of daily, radical steps that would move us closer to it.
The idea being that instead of just fantasizing about a dream, we would take actual steps towards it.
Sign me up.
As a Life Coach I love this sort of thing.
My heart instantly identified my goal.
To speak my authentic truth in front of an audience.
Yes, that was it!
Speaking was something I’d dabbled in and had dreamed of doing more of for years.
I welcomed a little kick in the butt to get me there faster.
But that’s when everything went sideways.
And my tendency to over-think things got in my way.
How could I break that goal down into bite-sized daily, radical steps?
I mean, come on.
That sounded intense.
The more I thought about it the more agitated I got.
How the heck was I supposed to add anything radical?
In what seemed like an already busy and stressful life?
Between juggling my full-time office job and my role as a single-mom to a 13-year-old son (who suddenly had more extra-curricular activities than I could count).
And the first long-term relationship I’d had with a man in over a decade.
I had very little time.
Let alone desire to add one more thing to my life.
My bucket felt full.
Dream or no dream.
The more I tried to brainstorm ideas, the more paralyzed I felt.
My body, always a barometer of my stress level, went into high overwhelm.
One morning I woke up with a brutal kink in my shoulder.
The next with lower back and hip pain.
And when my boyfriend came over for dinner I found myself snapping at him for no good reason.
I was starting to feel tired and depleted.
And increasingly resentful about the challenge.
Daily, radical steps?
Um, I don’t think so.
By mid-week even my regular seawall walk didn’t lift my spirits.
The day felt gray and so did I.
Why couldn’t I figure this out?
It was, after all, about moving towards a dream.
Something I loved championing others to do.
What was my problem?
It wasn’t until I had some down time to reflect (which these days seemed rare) that things inside of me started to shift.
When I got up that day I immediately wrote a list of all the tasks I wanted to accomplish around my home.
You know, important things.
Like vacuuming, scrubbing my tub and doing the laundry.
Hmm…..I took a deep breath and put down my pen.
What was I thinking?
I was exhausted, tapped out and my body hurt.
My inner gas tank was on empty.
I needed some solid self-care before my body and spirit went down.
So I made a quick decision.
I wasn’t going to do any of those things.
Instead I was going to take a well-deserved me day.
And do only the things I really wanted to do.
Things that filled me up.
And cleaning the dirty tub was certainly not one of them.
But calling one of my dearest girlfriends?
Now that definitely was.
Chatting with her is always a soul-enriching experience.
Our conversations flow.
I feel heard and gotten, and afterwards inspired!
This call with her was no different.
Within minutes I realized we were both going through a similar process.
As a wife and mother, she was feeling overloaded, too.
She was longing for more ease in her life.
Yet she was doing exactly what I had been doing this week: beating herself up for not being able to do it differently.
For not being able to do more.
I totally got it.
As she and I shared our frustrations we were able to extend to each other the compassion we had not been able to give to ourselves.
And to give each other the permission we sometimes need (crave?) from others.
To let the unimportant stuff go.
Like scrubbing the tub when we’re already exhausted.
Making dinner when ordering in would be easier.
Or saying yes to a social event when all we want is to stay home in our PJs.
Permission to take a step back when we’re feeling tired, overwhelmed or depleted.
In order to figure out what we really need.
And what would serve us better in that moment.
For the sake of our sanity.
And that of those close to us.
And that’s when I had my light bulb moment.
My coaching challenge from earlier this week had nothing whatsoever to do with adding more to my plate!
Instead it had everything to do with moving things off my plate.
That was my daily, radical step.
To tap into and listen to my authentic voice.
Even (especially!) if it was exhausted and cranky.
And take things just a little bit easier every day.
To find ways to be gentler with my soul.
Ahhh do less.
Now that was the kind of daily, radical step I could embrace.
And doing so would move me closer to my dream of speaking my truth to an audience.
Because how could I possibly be authentic in front of others if I hadn’t first learned to be authentic with myself?
As they say: you teach what you need to learn.
Clearly this was one lesson I needed to learn.
That by allowing myself to do less each day, I would actually create more time and energy to be more authentically me.
So what about you?
How are you going to do less today?
So that you can be (live!) more?
2 thoughts on “Do less, be more”
Okay, I’m late to this one (probably because I’ve been too busy ‘doing’!), but wow – excellent Kerry. Thank you so much for the reminder that doing less is a huge accomplishment. Maybe this is especially true for women? Anyway, bravo (and thank you!). 🙂
My pleasure Lynn! I was constantly being reminded of this one over the holidays. In the end doing less allowed me to enjoy them more!