It’s not so much worrying as it is a wee gnawing that I need to pull my shit together around the stuff I need to get done for Practically Intuitive.
I have 800 things hanging out there to do (business plans, proposals, questionnaires, etc) and am using the excuse that I don’t have a proper desk to sit at as the reason it’s not getting done.
(See how self aware I am? ::pats self on back::)
This is what’s knowing in the coaching world as a “toleration” – I want something better but am choosing not to move on it and hanging out in the middle, getting nothing done.
I have to figure this out. And fast. I cannot continue to run PI International (hah!) from my couch.
Day 26: Things you like and things you dislike about yourself
I’ll do three of each so we’re all nice and balanced!
Things I like about myself:
- Despite my whining, I really am a “love and light” kind of chick. I want everyone to do well, see their own potential and move toward it. And if I can help in any way in that process, well, that’s just a bonus.
- I have no fear – none – in getting down into the deep well of sadness with someone and holding their hand. (Anger? uh, no. Not surprisingly, eeeek!) That’s why I am such a good coach / counselor/ whatever-the-hell-I-do. I have no fear in deep emo waters (my own or someone else’s).
- I am truly easily amused. Go back and look at the things I listed that make me laugh. Seriously, the word “fuckwit” makes me giggle every time. See? Easily amused.
Things I dislike about myself:
- My motivation comes in fits and spurts (mostly fits) and I don’t often feel a strong pull to do things. Many days I feel MEH about a lot of stuff.
- Speaking of fits and spurts, howz about that better eating plan? Yeah, not so much with the discipline.
- There’s a weird thing that happens to me (seemingly out of my control but not really) where something will sort of snap and I’ll just stop liking you. It’s happened with a few friends in the past – one day I just didn’t like hanging with them any more. In my early 20s, I was friends with a guy named John. Like ‘we did everything together” best friends. He decided at some point he needed to stop drinking (an admirable decision) and I decided he was making a mountain out of a molehill (WTF? What business was it of mine?) – and POOF! I stopped liking him in that moment. Mind you, he was my best friend! I look back on that now and wonder why I did that but it was like we were besties one day and then not the next. It doesn’t happen like that now but I always wonder if that will pop up again. Weird.
A quote you try to live by
“Be the change, baby!” to paraphrase Gandhi. I try to carry a high vibration and see the best in people (when I take my vitamin D3 and get the snarlies out of my head). That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
And to my dear three readers, I wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with homemade stuffing, lumpy mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie (if that’s your wish). Duty and I will be home chilling with the kids like we did last year. And I’m fine with that.