Do you ever have days where you’re just completely and utterly over it? I love my intuitive coaching practice and Higher Self work (go #highviber!) with all my heart, but I swear to the Seven (do you Game of Thrones?) that is exactly how I feel sometimes.
The road of self-discovery and knowledge sure as hell isn’t a cake walk.
Over the years, I’ve had a lot of heart to heart moments with myself, questioning whether or not my business and the life I’ve built around my personal and professional quest to “become my Higher Self” each day is even worth it.
Everybody talks about living their “passion.” A lot less is said about how hard it is to actually do it, and what it will cost you.
Level of difficulty: 1,000,000,000 Cost: Everything you’ve got to give…then a little more.
When you are walking on your Soul’s true path, you don’t get to hide. You don’t get a day off. It’s something you live each and every day, with every breath you take.
And because it’s your passion, you’re kind of addicted to the very thing that’s draining you. It’s a challenge to find balance because work is play and play is work… when the lines blur, it can be exhausting.
And here’s my not-highlight-reel truth: there are moments when I effing hate it all.
Like really hate it. There are times when all I want is just to give up, or go get a ‘corporate job’ somewhere, or lay on the beach and drink ginger beer and vodka all day long while allowing my potential, talent, and purpose to dwindle away underneath what my ego would feel was a very well thought out narrative of perfectly good excuses.
And then, walking through the greeting card section yesterday at Target, while I was supposed to be buying toilet paper and Glade ‘cashmere woods’ scented candles (It’s almost fall, ya’ll!), I saw this card and I literally laughed so hard I snorted. I snorted, people.
“I am tired of acquiring wisdom. Somebody bring me a drink and a whoopee cushion.” —Corenelius Talbot
I was snorting and laughing up a storm and I didn’t have a sh*t, damn, or f*ck to give about it either.
I was so loud, the people in the pet supplies department five rows away had to have heard me. And as tears of laughter streamed down my face and I let myself soak in the words of the card, (yes, the irony of finding wisdom on a hallmark card that’s all about being tired of finding wisdom is not lost on me) it hit me…
I’m burned out.
And after feeling the freeing release of letting my emotions flow and getting my nasal-fueled hysteria under control, I realized the reasons why and what I needed to do about it.
Now, even though this was my little a-ha moment, I have a sneaking suspicion that if you are feeling the emotional and mental burnout like I was, then these are probably your reasons too.
3 Reasons Why You, Me, and Basically Everybody Are Emotionally Burned Out
- We try to control the uncontrollable (and waste a ton of energy doing so).
- We have unrealistic expectations of ourselves and what we can accomplish in any given period of time, And the most important one…
- We take ourselves, our work, and life in general too seriously.
Stop and ask yourself…
- How easy is it for you to let go of control and trust that life will benevolently help you in the way you need when you need it? Are you capable of letting go and allowing life to serve you?
- When was the last time you stopped and truly appreciated yourself for all do and give to others? Can you remember the last time you expressed the same deep gratitude and compassion you give others to yourself?
- And most importantly, When’s the last time you had a really good laugh at yourself and your work in the world?
When you think about it, life is a game that none of us are getting out of alive.
If we’re lucky, we’ll be here for about 80 years and then we croak. Our lives are so temporary, so transient, so fragile and precious, that to spend one moment of it bogged down in bullshit is a terrible crying shame.
You owe it to yourself, your loved ones, and the entire damn planet to lighten up, take care of yourself, enjoy the journey, and most of all, laugh.
Now where’s my whoopie cushion at…[activecampaign form=14]