It was 8:45 am in the morning when I jumped in the shower. Better get a move on, I told myself, you haven’t even begun the work that you need to do today.
For whatever reason, I caught myself in that moment.
By 8:45 am, I had recorded a podcast, written a short article and posted it, done 20 minutes of exercise, answered some emails and questions in my Facebook group, made my boys lunch for school, got them ready and out the door, and here I was with the voice in my head telling me:
I’ll be the first to admit I have pretty high standards for myself when it comes to productivity. I know what I want to do and for the most part, I get it done.
But man alive, we can be so hard on ourselves. We don’t even realise how black and white our thinking can be when it comes to considering what “counts”, and the unconscious tally we are holding ourselves against that can lead us into a perpetual spin cycle if we’re not careful.
So, I let myself linger a little longer. Laughed at the voice which told me that keep it short. And made sure I left spaces between for the joy to come in. After all, if we hold ourselves too tightly, how will it ever find us?