Kick in the Pants

Lately, I've had my head down, doing hard work. Although, somedays I can't wait to jump into bed so my brain and body can recharge....HA! I'm not talking about the daily grind of working for a paycheck, I'm talking about doing the hard work because of passion and making the world a better place.

My life didn't even include the word passion 8 to 10 years ago, I was just getting up each morning and driving to a job. A job I was good at but certainly didn't include the word passion or love anywhere in the ballpark. I was surrendering to corporate America, where bottom line math was the driving force. For me, it was wrong, but I kept going back day after day.......all for that paycheck. Due to circumstances, at times I didn't see any other option. So, I stopped dreaming and just did.

I'm pretty sure my heart and intuition were constantly trying to get me to the passion side of the street, but I didn't pay attention. Thank goodness for perseverance....because they kept trying. Then one day I woke from a long, overdue, kick in the pants and knew it was time. Something inside of me started to change. I was worth more than the daily grind. I wanted more for my life, and my children's lives. So.....I started......started the hard work. The kind of work that fed my soul or at least worked towards the end goal.

I'm not gonna lie, it was hard. It was damn hard and many nights my children would find me at the dining room table crying or frustrated over some statistic problem I was trying to solve or a  paper I had worked on for hours that somehow got deleted from my computer because I didn't save it correctly. Those days I wanted to give up. I never showed that side to my children but trust me, inside I just wanted to quit....throw in the towel and settle for mediocrity. However, there was a fire in me that kept burning and wouldn't let me give up. So, day after day, week after week and year after year I've been doing the hard work to make my life better. To make a difference in the world.

Why do we quit? I believe we're resistant to change, resistant to what we might find, we think it's selfish to do for ourselves, we don't trust the process of change and we're resistant to the self-acceptance of how unique and awesome we each are. Every person on this planet has a special gift that deserves to be shared. The size of the gift doesn't matter, just the heart of it does.

For the last several months I've had my head down again doing the hard work. At times I've been frustrated, overwhelmed, irritated and just plain tired  but I know the end goal. The finish line is my heart.....showing up and making a difference in the world. It was just the kick in the pants I needed to see myself. Is mediocrity knocking on your door?

xoxox…..Sheryl

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