Stuck

I am feeling stuck. Wildly excited by all that I want to do, constantly reminded of all that I have to do, and newly overwhelmed by all the other parts requesting that I make the space to do.

For the longest time, I have been hectic – my day filled from alarm clock to light’s out with busy. In my early adult days, I had a wise friend wonder what I’d be like more in the moment, less filled with to dos. I was offended – frankly – defensive and quick to disregard. And now here I am 17’ish years later curious what I’d be like if I had just dabbled in that question more way back when.

Now, after some real heavy work on myself, guided by a trained professional, I see that being extraordinarily vigilant in attending to my parts has required a new level of investment of time. 

And that time had to come from somewhere, so…

• I’m building a portfolio of manifestations for what I want, and working toward that life in daily increments. 
• I’m practicing the art of relentlessly assessing if this is a worthwhile expenditure of precious time and finite energy. 
• I’m learning how to say no thanks, and I’m happy to help in a pinch.

Turns out, it has been helping, and has also stirred up all sorts of people-pleasing doubts, which is a story for another day. 

Anyways, perhaps that’s why I find myself so attracted to humans who had a vision, a passion and went after it in a way that was exciting and overwhelming and life altering.  

I think about Mina Starsiak Hawk, who I very much enjoy spectating on HGTV. From building the business Two Chicks and a Hammer, Inc. to a tv show with her mom to now a Ricky Business enterprise, I find her story fascinating and motivating. 

Or there’s Jaime kinkeade, who after facing some parts of herself starting teaching Zumba around town until building The Studio with her following. During covid, she used her fitness talents and realness to youtube where her audience has exploded. She makes me sweat, she makes me smile, she makes me weep with self love. It is special. 

And then there’s me. A gal who wants so badly to write and sustain connection and discipline. She’s learned and she’s grown, she’s been hurt and she’s been down. And she’s also brave and bold and full of hope. She’s building a space that encourages a 15 minute practice of relentless self care, because it matters, and she’s proof.

From them I’m learning that moving forward toward something of passion, mixed with a little bit of natural ability and hard work is the formula. There will be stops, slow downs, and straight up procrastination. And there will also be progress and pride right along with the vulnerability. 

So great, you might be saying. What does this have to do with me, and I say, fair. 

You being here means there is some value in these efforts, and that this matters – for me, for my girls, for my story. So I want to continue to say show you I’m grateful with another simple, speedy, and sustainable tool that encourages a 15 minute practice of relentless self care.

This FREE life log captures and tracks life’s complications and celebrations, meaning and mundane, extraordinary and ordinary. 

Perhaps after we pause and practice, we’ll find a supportive way through when we’re feeling stuck. And later, when we look back at our stories, we will see that – in fact – we did it, even when it was hard. And that is enough because life is short and there’s always plenty to do.

If you’ve made it to the end of this, I am most grateful. My head is a swirl of loneliness, gratitude, exasperation and hope. Knowing a part of me is now with you brings much peace.

I would be honored if you would share your story with me, in some small way @extheornow