Wednesday Wonder: Who Will You Call In?
Once upon a wise meme, I read, "All the women in me are tired." Today unfolded as one of those days, and among the many hats I wear, the role of a mother stood out as exceptionally tired. Juggling an 8-month-old teething and a three-year-old navigating the art of potty learning – mama is feeling it all. The bonus? The perpetual ruminations on whether my son is in the right school, if his speech pathologist is the right fit, and the eternal question of whether I'm doing any of this right.
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My husband once asked me, “How vulnerable do you feel posting articles for the business?” I shrugged; while intimidating, I have all the data and self-efficacy in my professional world to know that, in Glennon Doyel’s words, I can do hard things. Motherhood is my hardest challenge. I have neither the data nor self-efficacy to know if I am doing it right, and to be honest; I probably won’t until the woes I’m currently fixated on are thoughts or sentiments of the past. However, when the going gets tough, as often does, the hardships spill into my many roles.
In the grand tapestry of my life, I am a woman with a myriad of trades: a creative, an athlete, a writer, a business owner, a mother, a wife, and so much more. Some say it's brave to be a business owner, and I respond, "Owning a business is easy. Making it profitable is the challenge." Every day, I embark on a diligent routine to make progress – in business, parenting, celebrating my partner, and maintaining the delicate balance of it all. Very often, it is messy: complete with un-washed mom buns, a drooled-on sweater, and an incomplete to-do list from yesterday. Onward and upward, mama.
I often have to take a step back from the disarray of details and look at the bigger picture. Thus, when I take a step back, my home is filled with love, my pantry is stocked, my family is making positive memories, and my business is paying the bills: a thriving life, a life given to me by many privileges, humility and hustle. However, overwhelmingly, this question lingers – why do I still feel like crying?
In moments of doubt, I turn to Mother Earth, the Creator, or the Universe (call Her what you will), questioning, "Am I doing this right?" Staring into the poignant blue of the after screen on Zoom, my client's energy slightly off, I sense something amiss. My wise old lady self in my head hushes the teenage anxiety voice, assuring me, "She'll share when she's ready." Energy is a limited currency, and we navigate through our capacities, each carrying our share. All my clients are authentic, diligent, and kind. When the time is right, she will share the insight into what she carries.
Pressing onward, productivity today mirrored a tortoise's pace – an E-learning day, weather challenges, and a baby refusing to sleep through the night. Yet, progress, even at 1%, beckons gratitude, echoing James Clear's wisdom from Atomic Habits.
Here I am, one child in a bouncer, the other engrossed in Ms. Rachel. A bat call to the Creator hovers in the ether when a call from a friend and sponsor, the impetus of my self-efficacy, interrupts the routine. Laughter ensues, connections deepen, and future plans materialize.
Then, to my surprise, another call – a second friend with whom I have been playing phone tag, expressing gratitude for the multiple attempts to connect. Two years ago, I heard her speak at a conference, and our hearts recognized the need for one another. She, too, is a mother of two, just less than three years apart, living an authentic and mission-driven life.
In Deepak Chopra's terms, this is synchrodestiny, and I am profoundly grateful. Walking humbly, loving mercy, and acting justly birthed this business. "People love you at your messiest," I once shared, a sentiment I still embrace, now with the added caveat – the right people love you at your messiest. The question is simple, but the answer is complex: who will you call in?
I sought comfort from the Universe and They delivered with these two women. Lee Ann Schwope and Whitney Gaskins, thank you for uplifting and comforting me. What a magical reminder that we do not walk this earth alone. My heart overflows with gratitude, and I go onward, only this time with joy.
As we venture into the heart of 2024, the pivotal question resonates: who will you call in? For four years, my daily journal practice includes a "Dig a Little Deeper" section that has guided me through such deep reflections. Firmly believing in this practice, I crafted a journal to aid fellow seekers.
If discernment beckons, let my journal be your compass. If verbal processing is your need, consider a coaching call. The road to your desired life may be rocky and occasionally challenging, but ponder on – who will you call in? Then, when the Universe whispers your reminder, may you, too, have a heart full of love and a love cup that is full. 🌟💫
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