I’m Easy. Well, not THAT kind of easy … although, in my 20’s…
For a long time now I have been noticing that we reward ‘all that is difficult’.
Like, “I studied hard for that exam” and, “It was a rough week” and, “I pulled an all nighter to get this project together for my client.” I am guilty of this. I have patted myself on the back many times for being able to push myself to ‘do the impossible’. I was in love with the idea of always being busy. In the past, I have rewarded myself with the false belief that because I’m busy and because I push myself, I must be doing something important.
But, the problem with that was that I didn't acknowledge my *real* skills because they came easy. So I tried to make them seem difficult because I have erroneously thought that it had more ‘honor’.
For the record, I’m a great mom, friend, coach, writer, speaker, creative partner, strategic thinker, intuitive, spiritual healer, leader, project manager and celebrationist (not sure if that is a word, but that is very much ‘me’). I smile bright when I am in these activities because in truth, they come easy and are joyful for me. Really, there is no need to play the charade and make them seem tougher than they really are.
I, in ego driven moments, like to list my ‘story’. Single mom of 3 kids, self employed, 'doing it all myself', blah, blah, blah. Yuck. It wasn't to get anyone to feel sorry for me, it was for people to see how HARD I worked and that it has all come together for me from my sheer force. Ugh! Is that egomaniacal or what??
I realized that when I get attracted to speaking about how ‘hard’ things are for me, I was only setting myself up for the future conversation of how I overcame it. I always *know* I will overcome it so that is guaranteed. I was just setting it up for a future conversation to make myself look good.
The truth is, things come together for me pretty easily – they always kinda have. God has always been good to me. Life has always been good to me.
Magical introductions, opportunities that seemingly drop from the sky and incredible people who show up wanting to work with me or support my work are DAILY occurrences for me. Yes. Daily.
I am in truth, the luckiest person I know.
So, if you ever hear me singing any country song about my broken truck and lost dog, flick me on the forehead, activate my third eye for me and remind me that the rumours are true… I am Easy.