But what about when my feelings get hurt?
Yesterday, I wrote about grabbing my phone when I wake up first thing. A bad habit for sure. But I have good habits I’ve honed out over the last few years.
One good habit… Do the hardest thing I need to do each day first. Usually, that means, write a post and publish it. I want to be a great storyteller. The practice is the only way to grow and improve. So I practice. I try to write every single day.
I had no idea when I started just how much sharing my stories, good and bad, would come to mean to me. It’s a release, therapy, venting, sharing, inspiring, and sometimes embarrassing.
But recently I stopped writing.
There is a famous Mark Twain Quote “Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”
From that quote, Brian Tracy wrote Eat That Frog!: 21 Great Ways to Stop Procrastinating and Get More Done in Less Time
What that means is do the one thing you think is the WORST thing you have to get done all day FIRST.
I have used this technique in business. Most days there is one thing on my list that I really, REALLY don’t want to do. Usually, deliver bad news about a real estate deal. “I’m sorry to have to tell you but we didn’t get that house you loved, we didn’t win the bidding war.”
Or more recently, “I know we were supposed to close today and you were going to get a big fat check to use to flip another house! But…. The buyer’s lender completely sabotaged our deal and now we have to go back on the market and start over.”
None of that is fun for me, because I care a lot about my clients so their bad news is my bad news.
I found out over the last few months that sometimes, the worst thing about my day isn’t something I need to get done for work. There are other things we go through in life, things I go through, that are harder than any part of my career.
I got my feelings hurt.
By people that I thought cared about and loved me.
It has been many years since I felt this kind of hurt because of someone else’s actions. Add to that the loss and grief of losing someone I loved, and mourning their passing.
Grief and hurt became the toughest, worst thing I had to do each day. Not something I can tackle and check off a to-do list.
I had to withdraw inward in some ways to heal. And I found that each morning when I got up I didn’t have the bandwidth left over, the energy, to write my stories or even write in my journal. The stories I wanted to tell were too raw, too fresh and painful.
I wasn’t ready to face my own feelings as words on paper.
I’ve learned so much about myself in the past few weeks. Mainly that “This too shall pass.” And some days “It’s okay not to be okay.”
And it feels GREAT to be writing again.