Pressure. Life is so
full of pressures. Pressure to be a
great wife, a great mother, the perfect employee, a self-made chef, an athlete,
an intellectual, attractive, homemaker, life coach. The list goes on and on and on. The pressure comes from everywhere and no
matter how good you are at each thing it is never good enough. If you want to be a great employee then you
can’t leave at 3:00 to pick your child up from school, but if you want to be a
great mother you have to put your work second, but to be a great wife you have
to put your relationship first and have plenty of energy to focus on your
spouse. The house must be clean and
decorated like a pro. Meals must be
homemade and healthy and balanced. You
should have spent two hours working out and have every hair in place and an
impeccable wardrobe. You have to have
read every book ever included on a classroom reading list along with every new
book before the movie is made and every pop culture rag to be on top of current
events. After all of this you still have
to have time left over to give your best advice to the people around you that
need it mentoring others into the same greatness you are expected to
maintain.
Are you tired just reading about it all because I am tired
just writing about it? The question is
how much of the pressure we experience each day is self-imposed? How much responsibility do we have in the
expectations that are set upon us? How
much do we decide we have to be perfect when others around us really don’t even
really care about which parts we are failing at because they are too busy
putting their own set of pressures on themselves to even notice what we are or
aren’t doing?
In my journey through life towards my most authentic
experience which I refer to as “Me-Dom” (the combination of the authentic
version of me and freedom) how much unnecessary pressure am I sentencing myself
to? What can I stop doing to myself in
order to meet my own personal needs? How
many of these self-imposed pressures don’t even matter?
I am lucky to have the opportunity to make my own schedule
and most people if given the same opportunity would work an hour or two tops
during the week and spend the rest of the time with friends, at the mall, watching
soap operas, or at the pool. Not
me. I work six days per week minimum whether
I need to or not (and let’s be clear that I do not need to), and will create
work for myself and will research my industry non-stop if there is nothing else
to do just because. I know for sure that
I put more time and energy into it than anyone else on the planet doing the
same things even though I’m not really sure why. Is it because I want to be taken
seriously? Is it because I’ve always put
way too much time into every career I’ve ever had whether I wanted to or not
and don’t know any different? Do I have
something to prove? What drives me to
put unnecessary pressure on myself when my time would be better used elsewhere
in some cases? I’ve never been one to
give a rat’s batootie about what other people think about me, so what drives me
to push myself in ways that I really don’t need to?
Another great question is what should I be doing
instead? What should I be doing instead
of burning the candle at both ends eating, sleeping, and breathing my
work? What should I turn my attention to
in order to improve my quality of life?
There are probably so many things but a great one would be allowing
myself the time and a schedule that optimizes my awake time and allows me as
much sleep time as my body really needs to rest and heal itself. I have always been a night owl having the
most energy late at night and have talked about my poor sleeping habits in the
past. I can’t remember the last time I
slept more than 2 hours total in a night, but back when I lived more innocently
and with fewer societal pressures I can remember that a good night’s sleep was
always 9 and a half hours like clockwork.
I can remember wishing I didn’t need that much sleep and that I was a
morning person rather than a night person and that I could feel refreshed and
energized after 5 or 6 hours rising in the early morning and feeling
great. That may have been the start of
the self-pressure trying to conform to societal standards of getting up early
for school and hating it. So why do I
still do it? Why do I still force myself
to get up before the sun even though I will work past the normal 8 hour day and
well into the night anyhow? Why do I
feel a sense of guilt even just at the thought that I could just stay up as
late as I want and then sleep as late as I should when I would still do as much
if not more work than anyone else I know during my waking hours? Why has extreme exhaustion become my normal
when I could just tell anyone that might ask or scoff if they heard that I
sleep in a bit later and don’t start work until noon to suck it because I will
still be working well past midnight anyhow?
I don’t care what they think, so that doesn’t motivate me to choose the
wrong way for me, but maybe I care too much about what I might think? This is where the irony kicks in because
anyone else who might ask me for advice about this situation would hear me say “who
cares if you set a different schedule than everyone else? Just do it.
It is right for you.” Now why
wouldn’t I take my own advice? So I am
going to take my own advice and not worry about things that don’t matter. I will still get up on days that I have an
early commitment (which is 6 days per week regardless), but on days that I
don’t it doesn’t matter when I get up or even what I do with my time. This is just one little example of
course. We are complex creatures and
there are many examples I could come up with that express the same thing, so my
question to you is what can you let go of that doesn’t really matter? How are you pressuring yourself when no one
around you really even cares? Do you
cook even though your spouse is better at it and enjoys it while you hate it
just because you think you should? Are
you getting up early on Saturday morning to put on a full face of makeup just
in case when you could actually sleep in for once instead? Do you hate golf but play it anyway just
because everyone else in the office does?
What can you let go of on your journey to Me-Dom?
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