It’s honestly quite funny to read how many times I’ve said “when I get back to my rhythm” or “I try to get my rhythm back” here over the past few years. Ok, more in the order of a year and nine and a half months. But, the good thing about it is that I had a rather a-ha-esque realization the other day that I thought I could pass along.
The moment a-ha …
Why try to regain your rhythm, when you always feel out of place when you try?
If you’re feeling down, maybe it’s time to find a new beat to dance to.
Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
This is where it all started to make sense to me. SO MANY PEOPLE (influencers, entrepreneurs and people who seem to have their act completely stuck together) can easily share their daily routines and how they can be so productive in front of us, at all times.
… And it’s supposed to be inspiring and make you want to do more, which I guess, and that information is cool and all.
But, our own definition of productivity and success should be personal. As in it’s ohhh so different for each of us. It changes and must evolve and grow. Plus, if you think about it, understand that it can all be a mental sigh of relief. When I’m not trying to stay on the same damn treadmill, or imitate what someone else is doing, I feel so much better. Cardio stationary and trying to be like someone else… oh man, the thought of these two is brutal. Sorry, I can’t stand treadmills.
So what the hell now?
I mean, it’s up to all of us to find out. It’s time to break out the priority puzzle pieces and figure out the picture. Save money in the memory lane, but also bring some paint to decorate it. So many metaphors for this one. So much.
Time for personal example: I keep trying to go back to my days of pre-child, pre-dog, pre-artist, before so many different things. And it’s not life, it’s not growth, and it’s a quick trip down the one-way road to burnout.
I have no answer for it, other than realizing that I REALLY need to stop comparing myself… to myself.
It’s okay, if I’m 40 I’m in a near-floating state where some days I feel like a rock star and just make the to-do list and feel inspired by goals that mess my pores, and some days I’m lucky if I find my keys and socks. That’s why I tend to walk a lot and wear sandals even when it’s very cold.
It feels good to be creative, to be an artist, to be with my son, to help him learn and grow, to laugh at myself, to find ways to be a better person, to get excited about future trips, to share cool stuff and to really get after training wise. Honestly, it’s just weird trying to keep up with social media, feeling pressured to share my daily life online, or really being a part of it these days. And sometimes it’s downright heartbreaking to look back. So I try to find a gift of madness. Which may not even need to be understood, but realized.
This is where I am.
It’s like my old groove was a supercharged Avicii remix, and now I’ve moved on to Chaka Kahn’s Tell Me Something Good or something like that. Or maybe Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams.
So here is. If you are away, don’t worry. I’m here with you, and let’s just say here’s to finding a new personal rhythm that brings out the right moves wherever life has you right now.
Hell, it was everywhere, and I like it.
Looking for a pair of socks …
* Photo above = Just what happens when I hang out in my mom’s garden while wearing her hat.
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