Yesterday morning I voluntarily woke up at 5 am. My gently annoying iPhone alarm label read: “Meditate, Bible, Read Brendan, Set Intentions.” I laid in bed and meditated myself back to sleep.
My brain knew I needed to get up in order to be ready in time for my one-hour 6:45 am drive to D.C. for my six year old’s spinal tap and chemotherapy but my body wanted to slip back into the land of the unconscious. Ultimately my brain won the battle. It knew that I had intentions to set and that only through consistently completing this daily exercise would I be able to propel myself and my business forward. I’m in the throes of rewiring the mind.
Our chemo morning proceeded swiftly, thankfully my son was first in line from a list of five for the procedure. I made follow-up clinic appointments, spoke with our social worker, filled a prescription for medicine, caught up on the lives of familiar hospital staff, slowly helped my baby recover from the anesthesia, and managed an autistic tantrum before heading back home.
Wrangling two kids through the invisible maze of the hospital is a lot but it’s my reality and our circumstances. In addition to managing this reality, it’s my responsibility to also ensure that I balance letting my kids be kids. Thus, the second half of the day involved coordinating evening karate practice for the oldest with my spouse and taking the youngest out for a Disney movie.
There’s a lot of noise in my life. (Travel serves not only as respite but a temporary escape).
I struggle constantly with completing entrepreneurial business goals in a timely fashion because I’m routinely managing fires. I immaturely fall in the trap of comparing my slow accomplishments to the achievements of others. I get annoyed with myself and refuse to truly acknowledge the challenges I face because in my mind I feel like I’m making excuses not to work harder. At my core, I want to perform more aggressively but my mind gets bogged down.
The reality, whether I or anyone else in my life wants to face it, is that I’m dealing with a lot.
Yet, my conscious thoughts, with the help of Brendan Buchard’s The Charged Life, remind me that I’m not the only one who’s dealing with a lot. That even through the storm I can still achieve and that this journey is bigger than me – I’m on the ride for a reason. There’s a bigger lesson here that I’m trying to learn. (Deep down I feel like I’m meant to help someone or some others out). I’ve slowly been devouring The Charged Life, savoring every morsel of a lesson in its chapters, infusing the ingredients of my life into its recipes. Its pages are layers upon layers of motivational goodness that feed me intellectually and spiritually. This book currently plays an instrumental role in helping me to rewire my life.
In addition to my 5 a.m. alarm to “Meditate, Bible, Read Brendan, Set Intentions” and my daily medicine alarms, I’ve scheduled three other alarms to ring throughout the day. At 8am, 2pm, and 8pm, my iPhone jingles: “Confident, Risk-Taking, Bold.”