I’ve noticed among myself and friends that the weekends have become like our weekdays—planned with to-do’s and events. And though they are chosen by you—and they’re usually more fun than the workweek to-do’s—they’re still filled with a lot of “shoulds.” This weekend I am taking a break from the “shoulds” and from the plans and relaxing into a weekend of “who knows.” I hope you can invite some “who knows” into your weekend as well.
Recently I was among a group of high achievers—I mean, HIGH achievers. CEOs, million dollar entrepreneurs, activists, artists, women. All. Women. All who have accomplished a lot. All who had a lot to say. Words of wisdom, motivation, and courage. But one theme that stretched across the conversations was the topic of worth—and more specifically the lack of worth that we all feel at one time or another.
Happy Friday! Thank you all for celebrating my anniversary with me this week, it was fun to share photos on social media that were of something other than meditating in the woods! (Though, that’s still my favorite thing to do.) Looking forward to a fun weekend in Boise.
When I’ve made it to a perfect moment in time, I don’t think “okay, I’m done, it’s finished.” I’m not done, it’s not finished. Instead I relish in the magic that is the moment and I say, “thanks, but I’ll be here again.”
Picture this. I am under the stars and the deep night’s sky, in a warm salt-water tub surrounded by redwood trees. And, I’m being paid to be there. Not only that, but the person who is paying me, believes in me, has invested in me, and challenges me to use and learn new skills daily.
I am coming off of a beautiful week where I was able to connect with women from across the country in an honest, conscious way. There will be more to come on that later, but for this Friday’s post I thought I’d take consumerism and lists out of the equation and instead focus inward.
This is one of my favorite posts from the past that I felt reconnected to this week so I thought I’d share. This is applied mindfulness—but more specifically, what it’s not.
“Be quiet my love, it’s okay to say nothing,” I say as I close my eyes and remind myself to be gentle.
So what is it to be gentle? Well, to be harsh is to care too much, to overthink, to push through something without a full thought—mostly it means that you’ve gone outside of yourself for affirmation. To be gentle on yourself is to release the need to please, (yourself or another,) and instead listen to the little parts of self that ask for quiet, solitude, and care.