If the bars I set for myself turn into expectations, then no wonder I can’t celebrate clearing them. And even if I set the bar really high for myself (which I know I do), then anything less becomes a failure. It means I define failure as anything less than the absolute best. It means I define success as doing what is expected of me. There is no room for celebration in that equation.
A lesson in balance: creating the conditions for success but then detaching from the outcome.
On realizing that I’m tired of looking backward, that it’s time to turn forward and cross the bridge in front of me.
But this isn’t a story about that trip. Or even my first months in San Francisco which turned into now six-and-a-half years here. This is a story about what that six-and-a-half-year-old me would have given to know what present me is up to.
Process over outcomes
Balancing the buzzing mind
Holidays are about who and what are the most important to us. Reflection and looking forward. Let’s not lose ourselves in the process. Let’s slow down enough to tap into the deepest parts of ourselves and honor those parts first and foremost.
Balance is not just where I put my energy, but also about which direction it flows.
I’m trying to recognize when the excitement to do one of “all of the things” comes from the place in my brain that buzzes when it’s distracted by something new or when it feels hyped up rather than from a place of inner peace and clarity.
As a kid, I looked forward to the last day of school like anyone else. Through the intensity and stress of April and May exams and final essays, the prospect of three whole months stretching in front of me, filled only with a mindless summer job and gymnastics workouts, seemed a golden light pulling me… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Crawling Back