Every time things get a little harried I find myself looking up to the sky for some type of answer at the most interesting moments. The passionate spirit causes the mind to constantly churn on ideas to build on what has already been built, or to make real changes to fulfill your purpose. Choosing a life in inspiring philanthropy is to believe in the human spirit of generosity. One of the most joyous aspects of my life has been my ability to share my gifts. I have found myself over recent years, depleted and tired because of my need to give so much of my time and gifts to others. In my business, I'd tend to accept less for overworking, and to downplay my worth, out of the need to over please, over-deliver, and say yes to so many requests in order to go above and beyond. And, when you care, that's just what it takes. The hard work takes its toll, however, when its overlooked and unrecognized as the work gets harder. Seeking out passion projects, jobs, and opportunities that feed the soul, and where you know your gifts are valued is important. Each day, as you pour yourself into making a difference somewhere, you should know the impact your life is making.
When I really began to break down the time I was spending working and the importance I placed on it, and the stress that it was causing in my life, especially because I no longer enjoyed much of anything except the occasional moments when I saw progress, it was hard to admit that it wasn’t worth what I was losing. The flooded inbox, the 24/7 need to please, and proving myself overcame my passion for my work, which was the reason for working hard in the first place. I felt stretched, exhausted, and yet, I didn't take time to rejuvenate, or regroup. I had so many people counting on me that my vision was tunneled, and I could not think about much else beyond that focus. It's confusing. I wanted so much to do good work, and lost sight of the vesselI needed to do the work itself, me.
Progressing with Passion
The beginning of my passion re-ignition came on the day I was invited to a group workout and realized I was totally out of shape. How could I have been delusional enough to believe that a sporadic workout on a hotel elliptical machine was really taking care of my physical fitness for the last three years? I was encouraged by a new friend to join a mother’s exercise group. She’s an amazing fitness entrepreneur, and incredibly intuitive woman who must have known by just looking at me that I needed it. The wearied mom whisperer, I secretly call her, although her real name is Amy, helped me to get my life back. The workout was outdoors, and as I laid on a yoga mat, barely able to get through the first round of a rep of sit ups, I looked up at the sky, and just knew I needed to change some things. I had lost my strength and my zeal. The reality was that I could barely make it up the stairs with my work bag without feeling exhausted. That’s when I started over a week later on an early April morning with a great bunch of kickass women who got up to take care of themselves when the chickens came to roost. I got a lot of my life back over the course of a couple of long, seemingly grueling months, and I learned a lot about myself. Losing sight of the passion that drives us, is like blowing out the flame within us. I’m so glad the mom whisperer came into my life, and that I am finding my passion patiently, one day at a time, looking up to the sky.