So I’ve had a wicked cold for coming up on a week. So many things suck about being sick, such as:
- I get really tired of laying around
- My work piles up as I am foggy-brained from taking medicine to help me feel better so I can work (irony)
- The breakneck pace of our weekly schedule carries on despite my being sick
- I can’t work out, even though it would bring me some endorphins, which might help me feel better (more irony)
Yesterday I did feel a bit better so I decided to give training a try this morning at my usual 5am class. I just felt like I needed to move my body a little, even if I wasn’t at 100%.
This could be a blog about showing up, but it’s not.
This could be a blog about doing your best, no matter what your best looks like, but it’s not.
This is a blog about the judgy, bitchy voice in my head that told me, as I decided not to do my fourth round because I was just DONE, that I had not done enough.
I hate this voice.
I made a decision this morning, as my body felt weak and shaky after my first three rounds, to cut my workout short and head home. I had done enough for the day and I was determined not to feel bad about this.
But the voice…the voice in my head told me that I had not done enough.
That voice often tells me that I don’t do enough…
That I don’t keep my house clean enough…
That I don’t keep in touch with friends enough…
That I don’t do enough for my kids or my husband…
That I don’t work hard enough at my job…
That I am not enough.
This morning, I made another decision. I decided that, even though I couldn’t completely silence the voice, I wasn’t going to listen.
I gave what I had this week–whether it was around the house, with my family or work, or at the workout this morning–and that was enough.
Sometimes, “enough” is going to look different based on the week, the day, or even the minute. Life seems to move at warp speed and we can’t always give the same amount we do on other weeks/days/minutes. And that’s ok. We give what we can, and that’s enough.
So today, I choose to tell that judgy voice to shut the hell up.
I am enough, and so are you.