Dear Strong Woman, First of all, imma do both. I bought this dress today as a symbolic representation of the problem with being me. (And I’m not talking about the problem of what shoes to wear with this thing.) What I really mean is that limiting belief I have that has me holding…
We’ve been talking about relationships in my coach training and it’s hit me how alone I feel at times. It’s hit me harder how much I perpetuate that. I’ve cut out family, friends, and previous colleagues from my life in an effort to protect my energy, with this conspicuous undertone of something being wrong with them. But as this pattern has continued to repeat itself over the years, I can’t deny the common denominator: me.
Nothing was working. I forgot everything I'd learned. I was clunky in the water. My breathing was out of wack. I wanted to quit. I considered cancelling my upcoming lesson due to my regress rather than progress. The thought of actually completing the (open-water Atlantic Ocean) swim part of this race became more and more of a pipe dream in my head. And then it hit me.
This revealed my blind spot. Her question to me was about progress, but all I was focused on was my end goals and the way in which I was straying from plan. Anything outside of my plan meant I wasn’t progressing, resulting in all those weighted shoulds feeling hella heavy.