I’ve always hustled, because I felt like I was never enough.
Growing up, we didn’t have a lot but my parents worked and worked some more to give us what they could.
My Mom always told me I could have whatever I wanted if I was willing to work for it.
So I did. I got a paper route at 10 yrs old, hustled on the soccer field and made Varsity as a freshman, worked my butt off in high school, graduated six months early, and then I started college early.
My “hustle” served me when I started working full-time after college and by my late twenties I was making six-figures in sales, a profession in which productivity was rewarded.
But it was never enough.
I was never smart enough, pretty enough, or skinny enough. Or at least those were the stories in my head.
I continued to push and strive and prove my worth by my ability to hustle. I was like a machine, maximizing efficiency for the sake of a bigger number on my...
I was living in my body but we weren’t on the same team.
I felt impatient or angry when it was sick or injured.
I felt pleased when it was lean and strong, a reflection of my (excessive) self discipline.
I grew up back east constantly competing for varsity - on and off the field. You didn’t just go to college, you went to the best college. You didn’t just play sports, you were the best player on the field. I was used to pushing through resistance even if it hurt. There wasn’t a lot of sleeping in, bench-sitting, rest or recovery.
To be honest, it didn’t occur to me that I was allowed to struggle. That I was allowed to have problems. I just had to figure things out, mostly on my own - perhaps to a fault.
These were the stories in my head.
Until I was diagnosed with primary lymphedema.
It took years to diagnose the peculiar swelling in my leg. It would come and go for the most part, but after my second pregnancy, it didn’t. I...
The whole reason we became coaches? We were sick. We were trying to fix ourselves.
Both of us.
Yes, we met years ago at preschool drop-off, and yes, we were both frenzied, overwhelmed moms, but what really brought us together was bonding over our health coaching experiences and coping with our chronic diseases.
When you have a chronic disease, there’s no cure, no finish line.
Our bodies were trying to tell us something was wrong, and we didn’t hear. We were too ‘busy’. It wasn’t until they started screaming at us, and we couldn’t ignore them anymore, that we started to listen.
We talk a lot about making room for your needs, yelling less and playing more, being grateful even on the toughest days - because we needed to do just that.
We were moms, wives, friends, sisters, daughters and humans living with chronic dis-ease, and none of that was going to go away. We needed to learn to manage the “noise” with intention and grace.
Let’s be real, everyone’s “busy” these days.
What does ‘busy’ really mean?
Ticking boxes is incredibly satisfying when it’s meaningful and maps back to what’s important to us, but most of the time it’s a quick, short-lived hit of satisfaction.
There will always be more places to go, people to see and more to-do’s on the never ending list. This cycle continues and a week has passed, then a month, then a year, and we’ll have busied our lives away.
That doesn’t really matter though, society rewards busy-ness!
Trust the hustle! Ignore the cries of your body and soul!
TRUTH: Our busy-ness is a connection-breaker and emotion-blocker. It’s a way to numb ourselves and avoid talking about what’s really going on.
We have to break it to you, those “busy” people aren’t organizing or prioritizing their needs and demands. They’re hiding their truths behind...