I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching midlife women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
Howdy, Huhu, Reader,
I bet you are pretty reliable. Keep your commitments. Show up on time. Bake the cake. Stay the extra hour. Bring the dish. Answer the call. Remember the birthday gifts. Host the holiday gathering.
I mean, within reason, right? We are perfectly imperfect humans. I have left friends stranded at the airport at night. Forgotten to pick up the groceries. And I have even been late to meetings. š±
In general, people can count on you to show up for them, though.
Can you count on you to show up for you, though?
I read about a survey today where most respondents answered: āI trust myself when it comes to honoring commitments Iāve made to others. But not when it comes to commitments that Iāve made to myself.āā
If you think thatās not a big deal, think again.
Unless we break a commitment to ourselves to keep another (say: skip exercising to get more sleep or sacrifice sleep for writing or reading all night), we are sending a detrimental signal to our minds: I am not relevant. I donāt deserve it. Othersā needs are more important.
Once or twice - fine. Life happens. Motivation is a fickle cat. And sometimes othersā needs ARE more urgent than ours.
But imagine somebody who breaks their promises repeatedly. Who doesnāt show up for you. Who never calls you back. Who didnāt bring the cake they promised. Again.
Hopefully, you donāt trust them to take care of your needs, to support your desires and dreams. Or with your cake supply chain.
But you see, our subconscious doesnāt trust us either if we keep neglecting our needs.
How is anyone supposed to take our dreams seriously if we donāt? How can we ever plan on reaching any summit if we donāt trust ourselves to even show up at the trailhead?
Like everything, the road to different actions starts with awareness. I remember the exact moment when I caught a story inside my head about my husband not taking my coaching business seriously. I realized quickly that it was ME who didnāt. It was ME, who treated it like a hobby. And I opened a business bank account that same week just to send a new and different signal to my brain: I AM IN. YOU CAN COUNT ON ME.
Here are todayās invitations for reflection:
𦩠How trustworthy are you when it comes to your commitments to yourself?
𦩠When was the last time you flaked on yourself?
𦩠What summits could you reach if this flakiness ended right now?
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From my committed heart to yours,
I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching midlife women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.