I hired someone to clean my house. Other than scheduling regular massages, this is the second best thing I’ve done for myself in the last three months.
Shame set up camp as the message that “I should be able keep up with everything and if I can’t, I’m somehow less of a mother, wife, or woman” condemned me.
And then it reared up again when I sought out help.
And now I’m OVER it!!!
Coming home to clean floors, smudge-free glass, and sparkly bathroom fixtures fills me with gratitude and peace! And I love paying another mom—who has a better knack at deep cleaning than me—to do it!
If you haven’t given yourself permission, it’s ok to build things into your life that help you, and that create happiness. It’s not selfish. You are not inept. It doesn’t make you less of a mom, wife, or person!
My only regret? That I didn’t do this sooner.
Reflect: What’s one of the best things you’ve done for yourself? What keeps you from doing more?
Rachel is a Certified Professional Coach with a Masters Degree in Counseling. She coaches professionals through important decisions and relationships so their minds are clear to move forward in life and in business.
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But I didn’t want to.
It wasn’t “me.”
So I sat on the curb that night and waited for the party to go on. (more…)
I’ve been hearing this phrase come out of my mouth lately during coaching calls: There is so much right with you.
After this last time I heard it, I decided to sit with it.
There is so much right with you.
Because this phrase has surfaced, it means many people feel there is so much wrong with them. They don’t come out and say the words verbatim, but there is an underlying uncertainty of not doing enough….not doing it well…doing it incorrectly…or guilty of all of the above. (more…)
Last week I flew to the west coast to attend a Marine graduation. Before that occasion, I knew little to nothing about the military. You know when you read something but your eyes just skim without making a connection?
From now on, the word Marine will forever stop me in my tracks.
What I learned about honor, courage, and commitment in two days made me hold my own shoulders back, put my chest out a bit, and walk taller. We could all learn from these Leather Necks. These Devil Dogs. These Marines with a capital M. (more…)
I’m experiencing a pervasive inadequacy. This was the second line I wrote in an SOS email to a friend.
Are professionals supposed to confess stuff like this on a public blog? It’s risky, my ego tells me, but I feel I’m also risking something more dangerous if I don’t–a belief that when looking at the life of someone else, it always appears good, or at the very least, somehow better than yours. (more…)