…but really. You can’t. I say this phrase all the time to clients, friends, family, colleagues, random grocery store strangers. And yet, sometimes I still, stillllll manage to completely forget it myself.
We’re in a time where all of our cups are probably a little empty. So I want to remind you, and to remind me, to keep it filled.
I want to advocate for everything, and for every single person who deserves it, I want to somehow manage to live both here in Silicon Valley and back in Missouri with my family & friends. I want to run a successful, world-changing business helping people, keep a beautiful house, perfect relationships and be there every second for whomever needs it. I want to always send timely gift and handmade birthday cards (and like, have all of those on my calendar….), I want endless extrovert energy for phone chats and FaceTime dates. I want to bake yummy foods for my friends who are new parents or sick and set out treats for construction workers & take food to those living on the streets and still have energy or care to cook three delicious meals at home every day. I want to workout for myself, not just for my clients. I want to look and feel pulled together all of the time. I want to march, volunteer, and advocate for, and research, and donate to our black community, our homeless, our health care and essential workers, our sisters experiencing domestic and sexual violence even more during shelter in place, people who have lost their jobs in this crisis, and every other cause that needs help. I want to check in on my therapist and other HSP to make sure they’re handling all this crazy energy okay. I want to lead my business networking organization in the best way possible and show up energetically to every endless Zoom meeting we are all having these days. I want to make time for every single one on one interaction I can. I want to hug every person in the world and make sure they know they’re special, loved, amazing.
And I can do **most** of that. But good God, that means sometimes I need to cry. Breathe. Ignore a FaceTime or two. Paint. Cry. Binge a silly show. Journal. Pray. Therapy. Breathe. And choose. Prioritize. Realize it’s not all on my shoulders. It's not all on your shoulders. There's a reason we all have our talents, callings, and passions.
Because, it turns out, really and truly, you can’t be there for everyone else if you aren’t showing up for yourself.
We’re in a time where all of our cups are probably a little empty. So I want to remind you, and to remind me, to keep it filled.
I want to advocate for everything, and for every single person who deserves it, I want to somehow manage to live both here in Silicon Valley and back in Missouri with my family & friends. I want to run a successful, world-changing business helping people, keep a beautiful house, perfect relationships and be there every second for whomever needs it. I want to always send timely gift and handmade birthday cards (and like, have all of those on my calendar….), I want endless extrovert energy for phone chats and FaceTime dates. I want to bake yummy foods for my friends who are new parents or sick and set out treats for construction workers & take food to those living on the streets and still have energy or care to cook three delicious meals at home every day. I want to workout for myself, not just for my clients. I want to look and feel pulled together all of the time. I want to march, volunteer, and advocate for, and research, and donate to our black community, our homeless, our health care and essential workers, our sisters experiencing domestic and sexual violence even more during shelter in place, people who have lost their jobs in this crisis, and every other cause that needs help. I want to check in on my therapist and other HSP to make sure they’re handling all this crazy energy okay. I want to lead my business networking organization in the best way possible and show up energetically to every endless Zoom meeting we are all having these days. I want to make time for every single one on one interaction I can. I want to hug every person in the world and make sure they know they’re special, loved, amazing.
And I can do **most** of that. But good God, that means sometimes I need to cry. Breathe. Ignore a FaceTime or two. Paint. Cry. Binge a silly show. Journal. Pray. Therapy. Breathe. And choose. Prioritize. Realize it’s not all on my shoulders. It's not all on your shoulders. There's a reason we all have our talents, callings, and passions.
Because, it turns out, really and truly, you can’t be there for everyone else if you aren’t showing up for yourself.
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