I don’t know about you but I catch myself all the time trying to analyze what I’m not doing well enough. It’s the curse of conscientiousness. I want to be better, more efficient, stronger, more productive, more powerful and prettier. My challenge is to pause.
PAUSE AND PRAISE.
I used to be a total anti-establishment activist. Routine and structure were distasteful over-starched button-down shirts that belonged in someone else’s closet that I didn’t know or want to know. Today my job is to inject structure into our 650 employee organization. I have vision, I break that vision into pieces, and I get people on board by including them and giving them a why. I am organized and for whatever reason this process is a profoundly purposeful and empowering fit.
Now ask me to plan a weekend away.
I struggle, get overwhelmed, cry and give up. My partner, therapist and business coach all kindly and gently remind me that planning a three-day getaway is no different than what I do when I plan a global training and development program, recreate entire divisions, or design and implement a company-wide culture and communications plan. I beg to differ.
When it comes to my personal life, I want to go with the flow. I do not want to plan and execute. I want to catch a passing whim, get in the car and drive in whatever direction my arms turn the wheel. And you know what? It’s all good. It’s totally fine. People are allowed to be inconsistent. I give myself permission to be a wild-hearted free spirit on the weekends and a badass exec Monday through Friday.
Consistency is for algorithms not powerful emerging, evolving human beings.