[It's 11:41 am on the day my first post as a Season 7 blogger is supposed to go live.]
I’ve doing my best to be a “good mom” and a “good entrepreneur”.
I’ve pumped, breast fed, texted with my assistant (shout out to Katie!) about the results of the essay contest, taken a 3 mile walk with the Bean and the Big Man, made breakfast and drank coffee, emailed my groups from last night the recordings of our call, played with my son (in the way that talking and singing in an exaggerated voice and poking his cute belly as I make him dance counts as “playing”) wrote a bit of copy for the homepage of our new Stratejoy website, breast fed again, called one of my designers about making a work date for new badges for coaching options, emailed my family with pictures from yesterday’s 4 month old iPhone photo shoot, paid some bills, and am now finally sitting down to write this post.
That said, the Bean is due to wake up from his nap and I’ll be on baby and mama time again til the nanny comes at three.
And I definitely haven’t showered. Since Monday.
And though that first crazy paragraph sounds like a lot, I’ve got even more things that I really, really want to do. They’re not shoulds — they are actual desires. I want to go to yoga, write the sales page for the Best of Bloggers book, make lunch, plan a girls bbq for all my prenatal yoga friends, open up registration for the Elevate Mastermind Retreat that I’m incredibly excited about, clean the house before my Dad gets here on Friday, and buy some jeans that actually fit.
Life pre-baby? I could hammer that out in a two days and have sex with my husband to boot!
Now? I’ll be lucky if I make lunch.
Welcome to my new life. A tad overwhelming, eh?
As I wrote on Twitter a few weeks ago, “Life isn’t overwhelming, it’s beautifully full.” I actually do believe that because I’m incredibly in love with my life — but there are days when it’s easier to embrace than others.
[12:20 pm Get overwhelmed by writing post and stop for an email break. Call a client who just sent me an intake that makes it clear that she is in the wrong coaching group. Could take her money and let her suffer, but instead I explain the bad fit and happily send her a refund. I'm full of integrity like that, yo.]
Though I’m excited to be using Wednesdays as a day to “personal blog,” I’m a little wary about adding yet another thing to my plate. But when I decided to feature “Woman in Transition” this season, I just knew I had to pony up and share my stories. In real time. Without worrying about inspiring you, or teaching you, or glossing over what is really going on with me. Without worrying that my guest bloggers are such amazing essayists that I’m going to pale in comparison. I’m going to write without worrying about boring those of you who tune out when the talk goes to birth stories and milestones, business plans and branding, wholehearted living and spirituality. Without worrying about alienating clients who don’t want me to talk about the hard stuff in my own life because I’m supposed to have all my shit together. Without worrying about alienating clients who don’t want me to talk about the brilliant stuff in my own life because it makes them feel worse about theirs.
(Apparently I worry a lot?)
I’m still going to be writing coaching/motivational/positive psychology posts and making Strategy for Joy videos because I’ve got so much to share on that front and it freakin’ fascinates me, but Wednesdays are reserved for the personal side.
And my personal side is focused on my New Mama transition — the sorting out of how to be the Mama I want to be + the Entrepreneur I want to be + the Molly I want to be.
I’m actually feeling pretty great about the whole thing right now, but I may just be wired on that morning cup of coffee, the joy of a napping baby, and the ignoring of the three suitcases and gazillion loads of laundry lurking in the bedroom. Whatever. It’s working for me.
[1:11 pm. The Bean just woke up, all smiley and adorable.]
Perfect timing, little one. Hitting publish now.