I like plans. And I have no problem changing things up, making a pivot or slowing down but it has to be MY idea not my body's idea!
Maybe you can relate.
At times, I can succumb to the fallacy of being in control vs. being in charge of my life.
Thinking life will unfold in a predictable way will inevitably create great stress when it doesn't go to plan. That's not If it doesn't go to plan but WHEN it doesn't.
We aren't in control but we can be in charge.
As a firefighter and an officer, I had a daily schedule of training, chores and events to attend to. Each shift was similar but different. During the entire shift no matter what we were doing, when an emergency occurred, we stopped what we were doing and responded to the emergency. Once the emergency was handled on our end, we either returned to what we were doing or did something else.
The very nature of our work created clear permission to be interrupted, sidetracked and laid over. There was no...
It's Messy ...
Actually, it's me that's messy. My birthday is coming up and it's always a great month for reflection.
Where am I in my life?
Am I living courageously? Am I being unapologetically me?
This year feels different.
It's been a super hard year and then a few months ago I was diagnosed with cancer.
It's one of those phone calls that no one wants to get.
I took the photo above in the waiting room before today's procedure. (Huge fan of the Grinch!)
I am not a fan of being messy. Who is, right?
And, we all have messy moments.
As I have moved into my 6th decade spinning around the world, I have learned that being messy is part of the deal. It's part of the package whether I like it or not!
I am sharing this because I see my own hesitation to reach out, to ask for help, to share things that are personal and messy.
I call this hesitation when I see it in my clients and myself: Turtle ing or Turtling. Just like a big sea turtle, my...
For most of my life achievement was the goal. Career, relationships, health, or athletics - I saw it through the lens of achievement.
Wanting to reach a huge goal (first doctorate in family, first female officer in my fire department), a small goal (complete 2 spartan races within 1 year of wrist fracture with bolts) or a seemingly impossible goal (85lb standing bicep curl?) created constant motivation.
The love I sought outside myself through achievement was a lover who was always unattainable. I could always be not quite good enough. There is always more, something bigger and better.
Don't get me wrong, Achievement is valuable, and it has a dark side.
Often achievement can be a way of avoiding hard conversations, things you don't want to think or speak about.
Seeking achievement can create busyness. When we feel constantly moving, working, and achieving you feel there isn't the "luxury" of self-reflection.
You tell yourself...
You’ll always be successful. You were born a high performer, a high achiever. It’s in your DNA.
Your challenge is:
When you achieve something, it is so much more fun when you get to share it.
Investing in connection with others and yourself is your challenge.
Part of you thinks it just slows you down to collaborate or join with others. You can do it alone so much faster.
Yet, your growth will happen when you join.
At the end of your life, you will realize it isn’t about the achievements (they are epic though) it’s about your relationships.
Firstly, with yourself.
Here are a few questions I ask myself and journal about.
What are you not admitting to yourself?
What are you avoiding, resisting?
What do you yearn for?
On life’s menu, what would you like?
With love from my 6th decade wisdom,
While working towards my private pilot’s license, my flight instructor talked about the kind of pilot you don’t want to become.
A dead one.
Most folks who want to fly are high performing, successful people.
And, they have egos.
Egos that may not want to admit they need help.
Even if they know they need it, they may not ASK for help.
Ugh, I thought. That’s not me!
(Slightly cringing here.)
I’m thinking – I’m not going to be the pilot who dies because they are so proud, they can’t ask for help.
For some context, I learned to fly a Cessna 172. It has 4 seats and feels like driving a ’67 Volkswagen bug in the sky.
After months of flight training with my instructor, a major step towards getting my license is my first solo flight. The pilot in training must fly by themselves to a destination at least 50 nautical miles from where they take off, land the plane, turn around and come back home.
Up to that...
Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of a hard conversation.
Yet, you wait for it to be easier.
It never gets easier.
You are wired to avoid discomfort.
You tell yourself you'll get to it later or when life settles down.
There is never the “right” time.
The beauty of looking backwards is you can remember how much relief you felt on the other side of these awkward, hard conversations.
It took me falling off a ladder and injuring myself to tell my boyfriend I might be gay. That was an uncomfortable and awkward conversation!
It can be a major life change or it can be as ordinary as avoiding an awkward conversation about how something landed wrong with you in a meeting.
It could be the fear of the...
My new eyeglasses above contain the carving, "Share Your Stories". So here goes! The slow burn of my vulnerability hangover is sizzling through my every cell. If you've every felt disappointed that your achievements failed to bring the happiness you desired, I invite you to listen to my podcast interview with Dr. Mandy Lehto on ENOUGH.
Here is the link:
Our culture puts a prize on speed and quickness.
In order to get more done, we are told: GO FASTER.
You’ve all been there.
Who hasn’t believed in the giant myth that to get more done you simply must put in more hours?
Usually that means less sleep.
Less working out and eating crappy.
Less fun. Less Play. Less Connection.
It never works.
Or rather, it never works for us.
It’s obviously not sustainable but you are too busy to notice, right?
It is a recipe for burn out.
You might have been there too.
You might be headed there now.
The first time I was told to slow down to speed up, I was a 38 year old female competing with a bunch of 22-25 year old guys who were faster, taller, bigger, stronger and much younger.
My Lieutenant called me over during my firefighter training and told me that if I wanted to go faster, I would need to be smoother. To be smoother I needed to slow down.
Did I hear that right?
Learning courage from my teenager
For most of my life, I thought of myself as courageous. I became a litigation attorney and practiced in the heavily male dominated field of heavy construction litigation.
I became a professional firefighter at age 39 beating out guys in their early 20’s in intense physical training.
This Halloween I learned far more about courage than any previous experience.
The courage to be seen as you.
To show up exactly as you want. Wearing what you want regardless of what others my say, think or do.
For Halloween, our son decided he wanted to dress as a French maid.
In a dress.
With a special bodice making the skirt flare out just so.
He wanted to wear it first to a school party and then out in the world trick or treating on Halloween night.
Are you sure you want to wear that?
My stuff coming up loud and clear.
My fears of bullying.
My fears of physical...