Okay, 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 have loved the idea of always being busy – even though I complain about it. I have rewarded myself with the false belief that because I push myself, I must be doing something important.
But, the problem is, not only don’t I acknowledge my real skills because they come easy, I try to make them seem difficult because I have erroneously thought that it has more ‘honor’. For the record, I’m a great mom, friend, coach, writer, speaker, creative partner, strategic thinker, intuitive, leader, project manager and celebrationist (not sure if that is a word, but that is very much ‘me’). I am going to smile bright when I am in these activities because in truth, they come easy and joyfully for me. No need to make them seem tougher than they really are.
I, in ego driven moments, like to list my ‘story’. Single mom of 3 kids, no family in the city, self employed, uncollectable arrears blah, blah, blah. Yuck. It’s not to get anyone to feel sorry for me really, it’s for people to see how HARD I work and that it has all come together for me from my sheer force. Ugh! Is that egomaniacal or what??
Now I realize that when I get attracted to speaking about how ‘hard’ things are for me, I am only setting myself up for the future conversation of how I overcame it. I always know I will overcome so that is guaranteed. I am just setting up a 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. I have about a gazillion friends and family members that love me and believe in me. They may not always understand or agree with my methodology, but they definitely cheer me on and support me.
Magical introductions, opportunities that seemingly drop from the sky and incredible people who show up wanting to help me are DAILY occurrences for me. Yes. Daily.
I am in truth, the luckiest person I know.
So, if you 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.