My Own Medicine

I hope you had a great Thanksgiving!  Mine was spent in restful reflection about my journey, both its past and its future.  The break also provided me an opportunity to visit some dear friends.  On my first day off work, I dropped by the high school where I taught to see my former colleagues.  In sharing my story with a high school student, I accidentally inspired myself.

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While I visited with my former carpool partner, students filed past and into their seats during the change of classes.  I noticed that rather than alert and talkative, they were mostly flopped over their desks.  They looked like exhausted little rag dolls.  I remarked on this, and asked if the students were getting enough sleep.  “I slept in last night!  I got 6 whole hours!,” one girl exclaimed.

I asked the students if they had any strategies for time management, allowing them to get the studying, socializing, and other essential activities completed before the wee hours of the morning.  I asked if any used paper agendas, phone calendars, or online tools to do this.  Few if any did.  I explained how I use Google Calendar to get everything done.

“I tried writing down a list of things to do one time.  I never looked at the list,” one student admitted.  “It will never work,” she continued.  Before I knew it, I was describing positive and negative self-talk, and sharing how easy it is to talk ourselves out of success before we even try to succeed.  As the words were coming out of my mouth, I was realizing that I was scolding her for doing something I’ve been doing recently, too.  Doubting myself.

For the record:  I can do this.  I am doing this.  I will continue doing this.  I will succeed at this.

This, of course, could be anything — time management, weight loss, or mastering the ukulele.  In my case, I’m over self-doubt and worry.  I am in the hands of a very capable team of professionals who have the training and experience to guide me to my weight loss goals.  They don’t doubt me.  I shouldn’t doubt me.

Let’s Do This.

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