Hello love, ⠀
I know you know the feeling of push and hustle. You’re good at juggling a million things. You’re the best at the improvisation game, throw you in a difficult situation, and you won’t bat an eye before it’s all taken care of, handled like the pro you are. ⠀
I know. We’re humans who were cut from the same cloth. ⠀
Tonight, I hope that we take the shoes off of our sore feet and pour ourselves something delicious. The choice is yours. ⠀
Let yourself feel the weight come off. Give yourself the space to breathe. ⠀
For me, tonight, that looks like a rotisserie chicken in the oven, a Costco sized green salad, a glass of red, and strawberry jello that my oldest made (random is fun when it’s dessert related) and movies. We’ll watch movies until it’s dark and we’re ready to call it a night. ⠀
Hello love, be kind to yourself.
After two days of relentless, yet mostly futile pipetting of tiny amounts of clear substances, shitty ATP measurements, five failed PCRs and a full poster yet to be conjured up out of thin air, please enjoy this pretty pic of fluorescent E. coli
clones! (yes, at least clone #1
sequenced correctly) Gonna sleep forever now.
%done #phdlife #workworkbalance #shittydataisdatatoo
When anyone ever tells me things look so easy for me, tells me how rich they think that I am, how much time I get for myself, or project any other non-truth without ever bothering to ask a single question. 💃🏻
I've never met anyone who was willing to do what needed to be done and who did not also go through the swamp on the regular.
I'd like to sell tickets to my show in the swamp of despair, airs weekly, with occasional surprise pop up shows, refreshments not included.
What if we all came clean with our swamp story?
What if we told each other the truth and let one another in on the dark places we get stuck in, or even just peek into long enough to feel the weight?
For me? It feels like I am getting further stuck in the downward spiral if I talk about it, it's almost as though those conversations get more airtime in a group, more fuel, spiral into complaining and the collective hum of "this all sucks." It feels especially raw when it comes to the "Lady-Boss" conversation. Because, while I own that title, it's one that is now handed out by the Instagram gods. Anyone who does anything for a minute is considered a boss.
For me, I became a lady boss over time, working through all the muddy messes like when my husband was injured and became unable to work. The "lady boss" me had no website, no followers, no platform. But she raised her kids, kept her oldest child from being derailed, took care of her family, stayed married, built her business, volunteered in ministry and worked her despair out on her bathroom mat with Jesus on the nightly - no tickets were sold to that show.
You get what I'm saying?
I've learned that Lady Bosses don't show up where you think they do, and when they show up, they are subject to being the canvas of other people's projections.
No matter what, do what you have to do. Don't cave in.
Build a tribe of a few other Lady Bosses who know about the swamp pit, let them encourage you and wipe your tears.
You go this, Lady Bosses get right up off that mat and go again. Because while the outcome is not certain, putting up shop in the swamp of despair has a known outcome - more despair.
Who else can relate?