Acceptance— and how doing the most is NOT always best.
One of the things I’ve prided myself on is being a hard worker. At times I can seem distant emotionally, and I tend to compartmentalize various aspects of my life, but above all else, I was always a hard worker.
This meant being the last one in the office, the first one to respond to an email.
This meant establishing myself, above any other attributes, as the one who got it done. No matter the circumstances.
This also meant that eventually, after years and years of 8, 9, 10:00 and beyond nights, what was once deemed “above and beyond” became my norm. Folks no longer were impressed by my diligence, it was expected. When the awe from others ceased, so did my high, leaving resentment to sprout in it’s wake.
Now don’t get it twisted, I take FULL responsibility for the professional malaise I found myself in. How others treat you is on them, but whether you accept that continuously is on you.
So I chose to not accept that any longer, and to invest in myself. Here I am. Let me be honest though: I had to check myself this morning. That prideful “I have a dope work ethic” sentiment? Yea, I allowed it to gas me up and fool myself into thinking that I would be able to jump immediately from leaving a corporate situation to going FULL throttle into my personal life/business one with the same “up-late-accomplishing-10,000-things-in-a-day-I’m-on-top-of-everything” mode.
Yea, doing the most is not the best. I simply cannot rebrand my design work, finish 3 previous freelance clients projects, keep the entire house clean, renovate 1/2 of it, launch a new business, take care of family, step up my exercise game, learn new food recipes, figure out money investment strategies and so much more aspirational redonkulousness in a week. Or a month. Maybe not even this Summer, considering that I do want to you know, kick-it and live life.
Can I kick it?
Yes I can.
And I accept that everything will be ok. That's a nice thought right?