This one won’t pertain to everyone. It might be specifically for my fellow Enneagram 3 performer/achiever types.
I’m a rockstar and I’m proud of it.
I am really good at a lot of things. You are too. If you don’t feel like you are, it’s probably because you’re doing the wrong things or you haven’t been doing the right things for long enough.
My people actually use words like “rockstar” and “champion” to describe me. It’s the greatest feeling in the world. I thrive on it. I wake up everyday with the pressure to out-perform the day before. That adrenaline is what gets me out of bed at 4:30am almost every morning.
I do this in my work, my friendships, the gym, writing, leadership and even in my relationship with God.
I get more done before 8am than most of America gets done in a standard work day.
I strive and thrive. That’s just what I do.
But it’s important to remember that’s not WHO I AM.
I’m just Felicia. And I’m loved and cherished by the Creator of the universe before I accomplish a single thing. In fact, He loves me the exact same at 4:30am as He does at 4:30pm.
Every. Single. Day.
You are too, by the way. Not the Felicia part. You’re who YOU are and you’re fiercely and wonderfully loved by your Creator and Savior.
I am “on” 167 hours a week. At work, in the gym, coffee shops, at home with my roommates, serving and leading for my church, doctors offices and anywhere else I go. I’m even on in Lyfts and grocery store lines.
I love this way of life. When I operate from the healthiest version of me, this allows me to get a lot done and make a big difference in the world around me.
But everyone needs a time and place to just relax. Maybe for you, it’s your bedroom or an hour walk you do in the mornings or at the bar. For me, it’s the hour I spend in my therapist’s office overlooking the Nashville skyline.
My therapist and I have been meeting for (almost exactly) three years. Today, we tried something new. We decided for me to intentionally “check the rockstar” at the door for one hour every week. There’s 168 hours every week and I run at 110 percent for 167 of them. I literally track sleep, steps, macros, calls, minutes, comments, heart rate, blood pressure, dollars, words….I even track how many minutes I’m in the shower to see if I can beat it the following day.
But for one hour, I get to check it at the door and just be human. I can hit the brakes and exhale. Nobody is tracking me. I’m not trying to impress or please anyone. In fact, it’s the opposite in that room. In that room with the view of all that is happening in Nashville, I realize how small and insignificant I am in the grand scheme of reality.
That is exactly what every great human needs to remember every once in a while. You and I are not essential to the world turning. We are priceless to the God of the universe, but we aren’t anymore priceless than everyone else around us.
What is your time and place to check the “rockstar” at the door and unwind?