Note – I never meant for this to be a Wednesday “thing.” It has just sort of happened…two weeks in a row. Gosh I haven’t even responded to all your wonderful comments from last week. I promise, it’s on my to-do list. Peace and love, Jess
About a month and a half ago I committed myself to some soul searching. The Baron Baptiste 40 Days to Personal Revolution was life changing. I’ll be the first to admit that I did not follow it perfectly and I still had my own personal revolution. It was epic.
Yeah, I said epic. Sorry, I’m not sorry.
Over the course of 40 days I learned so much about myself. I suppose my revolution came from revelations. Say that 10 times fast.
From Law #3
I wish I could quote this entire book for you. I wish you could meet the amazing and wonderful people I shared this experience with every week. I wish you could meet Ruthie, our fearless leader. I wish you could experience what I have experienced over the past 40 days. I wish so much for you.
There were so many breakthroughs. I took responsibility for my failed relationships. I learned about my superpowers. I gave up the need to be right. Whoa. What? Yes, I gave it up. Granted this is more of a journey than it is something you quit cold turkey. I still catch myself needing to be right, but I let it go. I clear it. I move on. Instant forgiveness. It’s magical. Try it on for size. It’ll fit like a glove.
Something that has resonated with me throughout all of this is that people are doing the best they can in that moment. It was said so many times. We had so many discussions on this. Life is easier when you realize that people aren’t plotting against you. No one is intentionally wronging you. They are doing their best, and maybe their best sucks at the moment. But it’s their best. It doesn’t suck at all. While I have been continually reminding myself that everyone around me is doing their best in that moment, I have failed at recognizing I am doing my best. My inner-bully is so mean sometimes – I shouldn’t have napped, should have done laundry. That workout was crap. I could have pushed harder. If only I had worked an hour longer, then my project would look better. I should have woken up earlier. I need to stop staying up late and eating sugar and drinking caffeine.
I realized on my way home from the gym last night that I was doing the best I could. Yes my workout was crap. Nope, I didn’t run four miles. Yup, I ate like crap this weekend and there were several naps. Nope, my workload isn’t under control. Yes, I put off packing for Texas until the very last minute. Don’t even get my started on my passport.
I’m doing my best. All weekend, I was doing my best. At the gym, I was doing my best. At work, I’m doing my best. In every moment, I’m doing my best and my best is not perfection. Sometimes my best is a nap. Sometimes my best is an 11 mile run. Shit happens. If I give everyone else the right to be less than perfect, I need to give myself the same courtesy.
Doing my best does not mean living perfectly. I suppose striving for perfection goes back to that whole need to be right…oh boy.
Here we are 40 days later and I’m still learning. Still having revelations.