Take a moment to reflect please… How has your week been? Good? Bad? Average? A bit good a bit bad? Cloudy with sunny spells?
I had a sort of average day yesterday. It wasn’t bad, nor was it spectacular.
I spent a good 2 hours yesterday morning, starting very early before the school run, doing time-consuming chores. Things like this:
▪ Stripping beds of sheets that have been on there far too long
▪ Laundry, laundry and more bloody laundry
▪ Packing up parcels to be sent
▪ Clearing up the morning “boy aftermath” in the kitchen
You know the sort of thing!
I did all this stuff as fast as I could, but it still took four times as long as I’d estimated. And all this before my workday could actually get underway.
I had a lunchtime deadline on a piece of work. I had a business to run, money to earn, food to put on the table! But all this STUFF was taking up my time!
Then I spent almost 5 hours on one piece of work that had 2 hours blocked out for it.
So yeah.. it was an average day really. Not awful but not sparkly and shiny either.
However, here’s the thing: As I was racing around doing my chores, I was simmering inside with “poor little me” thoughts.
The “poor little me” thoughts are the thoughts where we see ourselves as “special” – semi martyr, semi victim, with nobody giving us credit for “just how hard we work, how much we do”.
And no, I most certainly ain’t a perfectly sorted egoless goddess. Just like the next woman, I sometimes get these “poor little me” thoughts! They have been particularly pernicious little beasties since this house became a “single parent household”.
So, there’s a big bad bold admission for you.
It’s the ego talking, of course. It whines like this: “You keep going and nobody appreciates what you do.”
BOO HOO! POOR LITTLE ME!
However, one of the advantages of having been a Coach for donkey’s years is that such thoughts don’t hang around for very long. I’m able to take a step back from the “poor little me” whiny inner voice and do some quiet reflection.
When I feel that I’ve over-indulged my “nobody gets how hard this is” broken record of martyrdom, I can quickly sober myself up and take a wider-angled view. Which means I feel happy again.
Of course, I’m no more special or struggling or coping or managing or juggling or whatever than YOU. Or the next person. We all have our own crosses to bear and none of us know what the other person is managing behind closed doors.
I was on my way to share more truly insightful nuggets of wisdom and advice with you on this! But then, just before I sat down to write to you I watched an 8-minute video shared by a friend on Facebook.
This video was shot at the One Young World conference in Dublin. It is a heard-rending, raw and powerful speech from a young North Korean escapee. I don’t know her name, but I’m sure we will all know it soon.
I urge you to watch it. Because whatever I was going to say is nothing compared to watching this girl’s speech. You won’t need any nuggets from me once you’ve heard this girl speak.
Any “poor little me” feelings will melt away.
I won’t give anything away, because I really want you to watch this.
Note: I can’t find this on You Tube; it was embedded in a post with no link back to You Tube, so this is a link to my Facebook page where you’ll find the video pinned to the top.
Suffice to say, the household chores, the deadlines, parcel packing etc are all mere trifles: “First World Problems”
In fact, not problems but blessings.
Remember to smile, love, share and savour each moment Amanda, because, if you have the freedom to read this, then you have freedom. And that makes all the “stuff” pale into insignificance.