Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Five Ways I Help Myself Feel Safe in Slowing Down




When I was in high school I started having trouble falling asleep at night. My pediatrician told me that it was probably anxiety and suggested slowing down. Because I knew everything as at the tender age of 14, I decided to fill up more of my time. Slowing down is what triggered the racing thoughts and senseless panic. Why would I intentionally make space for anxiety to manifest? It wasn't until years later (ten to be exact) that I realized my Dr. Miller may have been on to something.




I function really well as someone living with generalized anxiety. Or so it seems. I'm always busy. Always moving. Always working. That feels safest for me though it's not often what is best. My #allsummersixteen goal of taking care of myself in the midst of "doing the work" is tied to really slowing down. So this week I decided to focus on one project rather than splitting my energy between a million things like I usually do. I decided to prioritize everything that has to get done and pick two things to complete this week.




Branding and website design are my top priorities right now. I need a way (other than word of mouth though I thank my lovely clients) to communicate to the world more about me and the work I do. I probably spent a focused 20 hours on that so far this week. The 'about me' section needed some work to be website ready. Redrafting the bio led to a lot of time thinking about how I got started which led to me thinking about how much is still left to be done.




Currently, I'm working towards completing my Sexuality Educators certification and looking into human sexuality MEd and PhD programs. I know where I want to be ultimately. It's the process that is causing me a little bit of trouble. Life is happening really quickly. And I am freaking out.




Instead of ignoring that and rushing onto the next project, I am taking a proactive approach and decided to share! These are five ideas I've come up with to help myself feel safe in slowing down:




1. Spend intentional time each day just being.

A friend recently said to me "you're a human being, not a human doing." It really struck me, firstly as nonsensical, then as an "oh!" moment. I often have to remind myself that I am not what I produce. That I am not "the work." I'm the person who does the work and I need to take care of myself if I want to continue. One small way I do that is by leaving my headphones and books at home and taking the longer route when I'm traveling on MTA. There's no way for me to fill up that time doing things. I can only sit with myself and with my thoughts. And in those moments I learn a lot about myself, a lot about the place I live, and a lot about the people around me.
2. Ask yourself 'what is the rush?'
Is there actually a reason to rush? Is there a deadline approaching? Is it a real life deadline or is it one that you've imposed on yourself? Does this thing absolutely need to be done right now? A big part of taking care of myself while working in such a high emotional stress position is taking inventory of what actually needs to be done in each moment. I spent a lot of time in my previous position juggling way too many tasks and assisting way too many people at once. I felt like I needed to do everything, all the time, by myself. Rushing takes the joy out of right now. It makes the work feel heavier and less rewarding. It feels task orientated rather than people and healing oriented.
3. Ask yourself what you're willing to struggle for and what kind of struggle you're willing to endure?
I've been doing the first part of this for a few years now. Rather than asking myself what I want, I ask what I'm willing to struggle for. It helps me to put things into perspective and focus my energies on things I will actually work towards. For example, I want a seven figure income. But I'm not willing to slave in anyone's office to get it and I'm not willing to trade in a fulfilling-my-life-purpose job for a simply-filling-my-pockets job. I only recently started asking myself what kind of struggle I am willing to endure. I'm still figuring that part out.
4. Invest in the process.
Too often I get caught up in the end goal. I'm so busy charging ahead that I often miss the moments that happen along the way and often neglect my needs in the process. Investing in the process means that I invest in myself, in my health and wellbeing. It means making time to eat and sleep and get outside my four walls because I can't commit to my goals without also committing to being well enough to achieve them. While keeping my sights set on the future I envision for myself, I am intentional about finding the beauty along the way. I try to focus on how I spent spent my day and whether that got me closer or further from where I want to go.
Which leads us to the last one...

5. Give yourself credit for the work you've done.
 It is a long and slow process. Acknowledge the little victories on the way to the dream.




I Want Nice Things..And It Scares Me


On June 10, 2009 a young lady named Kelsey published a Facebook note entitled "one of these days ima be a beast dammit [random thoughts on life && poetry]." Horrible grammar and punctuation choices aside, in it she poured her heart out about how she wanted to be a better poet and all of these action steps she would take to make that happen. And you know what came of that passionate post? Nothing. The note disappeared from her memory shortly after Facebook buried it with other fun distractions and all of the confidence displayed was quickly replaced with fear. The usual..

Surprise! That girl is me. And I am still struggling with "being a beast" but not for the reasons 18 year old Kelsey was focused on. I would be silly and a liar to say that my poetry is not "good". Over the past year, I've come into my own writing style and experienced significant breakthroughs. But this post is about sharing struggles so I can be honest among friends right? I still feel like a fraud. Maybe fraud isn't the accurate word but it pops up in my head the most. I constantly feel, when in the spaces that poets reside, I'm just a girl that occasionally does poetry. 

Recently, while visiting my best friend in Maryland, I begged her to take me to Busboys and Poets. It was a venue I heard a lot about and was excited to see what the DC poetry scene had to offer. I was overwhelmed as usual but surprisingly once I got on stage I felt extremely free. I allowed myself my words to float off the stage and was really tapping into the emotional space I was in while writing. Dope right? 

When I returned to my seat the host asked "You said you're from San Diego,  are you an artist out there?"

And I froze. 

Approximately 30 seconds after one of the freest performances of my life, I was prepared to reassume the role of unassuming and downplay my aspirations once again. Though I've made great strides in my writing and delivery, I have hesitated to use the label artist or poet or anything that implies I have mastery of my craft. It sounds too legit.

Lucky for me, my BFF is the down ass chick Ja Rule crooned about and she answered yes for me. What I lacked in confidence was overshadowed  by her resolve and the night continued. However, for days that scenario played over and over in my head. Why was I hell bent on not embracing compliments and acceptance? What was blocking me from breaking out of my comfort zone.  I knew that I had to fix my life and get to the root of my problems like a kinder Iyanla. 

I wish that I could blame my confidence woes on the list of people in my life who have hurt me but that wouldn't be the self-actualized thing to do. At the end of the day, I have chosen to internalize the negative messages that insist I don't deserve good things. As my birthday sister BeyoncĂ© would say, I'm supposed to be my own best friend. And I have been a crappy person to the girl in the mirror. My self-sabotage game is strong and I constantly run away from opportunities that excite me but require me being seen. Being seen means allowing a space for my feelings to be critiqued and my heart to be exposed. When I am seen, it means I am letting the world know that I am trying to do something I'm not a master of while simultaneously creating an opportunity for public failure. That terrifies me. Yet, true growth rarely happens in the shadows. I've been out here, stilted and mad that I'm not progressing while steadily running from the work that will get me there. This isn't the legacy I want to leave. So I'm taking the first step: I'm publicly admitting I want things. Nice ones.

This summer, I'm taking a page from Auntie Shonda and saying yes to greatness. At the end of the summer, Slam season will start in San Diego and I want to be in the number of contenders. But more than that, I want to feel I deserve any and all great things my heart desires and be willing to put the work in that is required.  I will not downplay my talent and I will allow myself to be seen and grow. A more self-love filled Kelsey coming at you #AllSummer16