It’s making me feel all like I LOVE MY JOB
Yesterday I got a great text message from a woman who hired me for some business consulting.
No doubt you've felt it, too. That moment, that day when you realize you're doing exactly what your supposed to be doing. (It seems instantaneous, but really, it took hours and hours of hard work to get there. There's no such thing as an overnight success.)
Today I was up early writing and completing little tasks. Since I worked late last night, I took a break, turning off my phone and computer so I could decompress over coffee and a muffin and my new favorite tv show for 45 minutes. Then I had a choice. I could leisurely take a shower and head off to the office, running errands at a slow pace before my first client. Or I could go for a quick run (walk). Funny thing happened, I actually wanted to go outside and move. Usually I have to force myself. But today I wanted to. Not only that, but I made it to my landmark turn-around spot for a short run (walk) mostly running with less walking. I made it home with more running than walking. When I got home I pushed through some ab work. Then I busted out a little shiva nata.
It was all nearly effortless, like my actions were simply the natural order of things. I have no doubt there will be plenty of mornings in the future when I don't want to move. Time will tell how long this will continue. But I'll take it for today.
When was the last time you felt this way? What were you doing? How do you describe it?
Soundtrack for this morning: Florence and the Machine, Ceremonials
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I had an epic scheduling failure the other day (it was embarrassing) and moved an afternoon client to the morning last minute, and I was feeling rushed and stressed and embarrassed by my foibles, and I took a deep breath and got to my space, lit some candles, ’cause I can do that there, started working, and was shocked — SHOCKED — even though I’ve had this shock many times before — at how much all the weird scurrying of early morning melted away when I was working. It was my client’s time, not mine. There was a conversation going on that was mostly silent, taking all my focus. Sometimes massage is like yoga, like moving meditation where you’re paying attention to someone else’s breath above your own, still thinking about form, about how you can flow, and it is the most tremendously grounding and wonderful thing for everyone involved. It makes me feel all like I love my job.
I finish so many posts on Facebook and my blog “I love my job.” I just finished having a conversation with one of my clients about this. When she walked out the door, I pulled up this post and laughed to myself. In a world where we have so much privilege, it’s great to see someone love the amazing life that we have. It’s great to see someone enjoy the struggle of the workout and taking care of others instead of whining about it. I have days where it feels like I have sand in my legs and I don’t want to get out of bed. Having people to help, people who depend on me, people who’s lives change, people who smile when they see me makes it all worth it. It is nice to have days when it all clicks but the bad days when I’m doing what I love are still better than the good days when I was just working for the money. Here’s to many more days of living with greased wheels and all the pistons firing. I love this post.