Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on worth.
I have defined my worth by my busyness.
I have defined my worth by my career.
I have defined my worth by how many meetings I have.
I have defined my worth by how many races I run, how many times I push myself too hard.
I have defined my worth by how many tris I can get in, how hard I can work my body, how much I can burn and do.
I have defined my worth by how high I can raise a middle finger to my MS.
I have defined my worth by how determined I am
to meet goals
to set new goals
to work on myself.
I have defined my worth by my grit.
I have defined my worth by my exhaustion.
I have defined my worth by how many hard things I can do.
I have defined it by an agency that changed my life, and the impact I wanted to make, how much I wanted to give back.
I have defined my worth by working hard, the harder the better.
And then, I stopped.
I can do hard things, I don't need to prove it anymore.
I can run just one company and be more successful when focused, and not breaking my brain.
I can run just because I love the sound, the quiet, the way I feel.
I can do yoga to remember how to breathe and work out because my body feels good in motion, I feel good in motion.
I can work hard on me, for me.
I can share my laughter, my joy.
My worth is wrapped up in a lot of things
like how my daughter wants to spend time with me
like how my son wants to play with me
like how my husband wants to enjoy our time together
like how my dog loves our walks and our snuggles and smooches
like how my home runs and operates and the breathing room I am providing
and my squad
and my framily
and my laughter
and my heart
and my compassion.
I spent a lifetime proving my worth, to no one but myself, and I'm tired.
So, I stopped.