I remember the first time I heard the concept of course correcting. I was in my early twenties attending my first personal development deep-dive seminar, The Pursuit of Excellence. The facilitator talked about how an airplane does not fly a straight course and is constantly course correcting to arrive at the intended destination.
Little did I know, that my plane would veer way off course over and over and sometimes it was years before I woke up and realized, this was not my intended direction or I’d arrive and realize that the destination wasn’t for me after all.
Life has many twists and turns. Curve balls happen. Computers crash. Squirrel’s eat wiring. Tires go flat. Keys get lost and well thought out plans end up in left field before you even arrive at the office.
Well let me tell you, I used to get so frustrated when my carefully plotted course got blown to smithereens. My anxiety would escalate, I’d fall head first into ‘woe is me’ and turn a bad hour into a bad day. I’d pop my Taurus horns out, put my nose to the grind stone and go into ‘I can handle this mode’ while riding in a plane that was nose diving towards earth.
Have you ever set out to work on a project that sends your energy (and mood) spiraling down?
That’s what happened to me this morning when I sat down, with topic in hand, to write my Tuesday blog. I found myself continually distracted by the sunny scene outside (we’ve had days of rain), by shiny objects, by my growling tummy, etc…
Here’s what I did (you can do this too):
#1: Reminded myself (again) to not leave things to the last minute.
#2: Got up and moved – air jump roped one hundred times (takes 1 minute & always makes me smile).
#3: Asked myself, what am I excited about, enthused about and happy about?
#4: And…what is it I really want to write about?
Which led to this –
Is feeling that you’re not good enough, something you struggle with? For me this feeling traveled through my smoke screens and showed up as self-doubt and self-comparison.
It wasn’t until recent years that I began naming it for what it is – my “not enough stuff.” The magnitude of how deeply ingrained this belief was, came to a head a couple years ago when, after unwinding my life and reaping the benefits of doing less, I was close to launching my website with the focus ‘do less and live more’. Something I thought no one else was talking about.
A few days before I was ready to go public with my new website, an email arrived from a lovely woman I know. She leads a very successful online business and has a huge (hundreds of thousands) following. The email that arrived was about her new venture and this new venture focused on working with woman on how to do less.
To say I was crushed is an understatement. I cried. I felt defeated. I felt worthless. I felt unimportant. I felt small.
When my husband and I married, our honeymoon was a memory making adventure. Part of this adventure included tours. I’m usually not someone who enjoys tours, I kind of like to do, what I want to do, when I want to do it, but my stress level, over-doing, over-worrying and overwhelm was at an all-time high.
Concepts such as letting go, surrendering and going with the flow had yet to enter my consciousness. So, trotting along behind someone who was telling me where to go and what to do was a welcome opportunity to ‘check out’.
At times I mentally check out when I’m in a situation that doesn’t require me to think – such as being a passenger in a car. The downside is if I’m now the driver, heading to the same destination, I won’t remember how to get there and soon I’ll be lost.
In this age of information there are millions of people telling us how not to be lost, how to do life and even telling us what words mean. Look at how Brené Brown has brought new (and valuable) meaning to words such as vulnerable, trust, courage and bravery.
It’s my birth-day!
I remember years ago when I owned my nutrition store, one of my employees turned 55. She joked around that she was now the speed limit. Well, here I am – the speed limit, or as my husband says, “you are double nickels!”
So much has changed since 1963, my birth year. Yes, the average highway speed limit used to be 55. When I began elementary school, girls had to wear dresses. I grew up with a rotary phone, records and lived through my twenties without a mobile phone. I wore bell bottoms and waffle stompers and lived through many disastrous hair frying perms. The word ‘internet’ didn’t enter my consciousness until my late twenties and I just squeezed in under the baby boomer window.
And none of this matters.
It doesn’t matter what year you were born, how old you are, what changes you’ve seen, what experiences you’ve had. The only thing that matters is how you feel – mind, body and soul. That’s it!