Have you considered that your life is purpose-filled?
I’m not talking about the endless “to-do” lists that await you on any given day.
Your purpose isn’t what you DO, it’s wrapped up in who you ARE.
I spoke with an amazingly brilliant young woman who was turning thirty (30!) with sadness. Rather than being purpose-filled, she faced the new decade with disappointment and self-criticism.
When I look at her, I see inner and outer beauty, humor, intelligence and gifting I only WISH I had at her age. With almost a quarter of a century on her in years, to ME she was the picture of youth and vibrancy.
To her? She judged herself as behind the bell curve; certainly not where she had hoped to be and a failure because many of the “to do’s” on her life list remained unchecked.
I remember those years, when my friend Nancy (who lived in California at the time) shared her new salary and it was DOUBLE what I was making at the team. When my circle was all marrying off and I hadn’t had a good date in YEARS.
Loser. Failure. Slacker. Oh the torment of such self-talk.
We lose joy in living when life is reduced to a competition against the sand slipping through the hourglass.
How hard we are on ourselves when it does NO GOOD!
Must my accomplishments be grand, outrageous and applauded to be meaningful? Or is this simply the cry of a fragile ego seeking comfort?
I considered many of these things as I recorded this week’s message:
First of all, did I hear a collective “YIPPEE” about the new Word of the Week, RELAXATION?
Or was that just my own voice echoing through my office?
To me, this juncture of purpose and relaxation is an important one. Can you (and me) just give ourselves a break this week from the performance trap and just relax into who we are?
Can we just love on ourselves a little – no, A LOT, and embrace that WE ARE ENOUGH?
That is my hope for all of us this week.
Take time to breathe.
Throw away the “should’s” and “to-do’s” and as for the Jones’s, it’s far too exhausting to try and keep up with them.
Oh, and for the 30, 40, 50 and 60-something’s out there who are judging their accomplishments harshly, here’s a parting shot:
Take THAT, sands in the hourglass.
We may not be spring chickens, but we’ve only just begun.