Babes!!
Life... right?! Come in close for this one.
I have the tools. I have the resources. I have the experience. I have the knowledge. I have the worth. I have the same amount of time in every single day as every other person on Planet Earth. And yet, I ALLOW (agency) to let things slip. I allow myself to get distracted with sparkly things, right?! I allow my time and energy to be spent doing things that are literally just taking up space.
Annnnnd, then I wonder why I'm not quite feeling myself. I beat myself up. I get upset with other people, as if it's their fault that my choices are taking away from me feeling like me. Examples: Maybe I've let my boundaries slip. Maybe I'm not doing my vitals every single dang day. Maybe I'm not getting the amount of sleep that my body needs. Maybe I'm not eating food that makes my body and my brain happy, rather than icky. There are so many things that can cause us to go from true self to false self in a flash.
So, this week I wrote out a contract. An actual contract, People. A contract between me and myself. I typed it out with paragraphs for things such as, "Definition of Performance," "Time of Performance," "Compensation," "Consequences of Failure to Perform." I signed and dated the dang thing and, if I'm being a bit dramatic, I'm a real-life, bonded notary... I could have notarized the dang thing to make it three of my own signatures on this not-so-legal contract, but I stopped right before I did that. You're welcome.
I realized that I needed accountability to myself to do my daily vitals. It is no one else's job to hold me accountable. It is my job. I know the tools. I have the resources. I reap the benefits of doing my vitals every single day. I feel like crap when I don't. So, I put together a contract to hold myself responsible.
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