I’ve been bombarded with a lot of information lately telling me that I need to be consistently brilliant upon demand, be a whiz at blogging and social media, create savvy info products, write witty books and promote them lavishly, have a radio show, leverage the news and entertainment medias, do webinars, network like a star, send out newsletters bi-weekly, run contests, volunteer my services, over deliver everything on time, outdo my competition, increase my sales, upsell, and all this all deftly done according to my really relatable branding and disseminated with the grace of a prima ballerina and flexibility of a gymnast while looking like I just stepped out of a salon after a makeover.
Oh GAWD I’m tired!
You know what’s really craaaaazy? There are people who really think all this can be done by one human. I’m here to tell you that those people are crazy f*ckers. No one I know or have heard of can do all that alone.
Further, when did it become fashionable/optimal/realistic to expect one person to get all that done consistently without a lick of help?
I find myself yearning for a slower, simpler pace. Not so many balls to juggle. And what that tells me is that I’ve been trying to spread myself too thin. To do too much all at once. When I get like that, NOTHING gets done. I get what I like to call “opportunity paralysis”.
It’s not that i don’t know what to do, or that there’s nothing TO do. It’s that there are so many varied and important things to do that I get caught like a deer in the headlights of my juggernaut of a task list. And just like that, BOOM!, I’m reduced to a state of slightly panicky indecision. Sound at all familiar?
When I change my usual scenery I can get ahead of the trap of this particular flavor of crazy. From that place of renewed clarity it’s possible to take stock and then realize that I’ve once again fallen into the seductive trap of trying too hard to do it all. Now. Personally.
Lemme tell ya, thar be dragons. Dragons of demand, specters of deadlines unmade and reputation ruined. Monsters constructed of the fear of disappointing others, of disappointing myself, of not measuring up to those paragons of productivity who somehow can do it all so why can’t I? These suckers can get HUGE!
The only antidotes I know that really work are not about getting more done, but about pace. About grace. They involve scaling back, taking less on, not trying so damned hard that I get overwhelmed and spun like cotton candy at a country fair.
The internal cross talk is impressive. The crazy goes a bit more bonkers as it gets less buy-in. For a while it’s not productive or fun at all, and kinda chaotic inside. Let go, breathe, blog. Let go, breathe, walk. Let go, breathe, make cookies. Let go, breathe, breathe, let go. I’m not this chatter. Over and over and over until I feel like I can make one small, decent choice. One tiny thing.
And well, you know what that choice was. Stop trying so damned hard, fercrissakes, Molly me lass. What, you thought I was talking to you?
And now that this particular variety of crazy is not in charge for the moment, I can make better choices again. Choices to winnow down the list, to delegate, to ask for help, to pay for help, but most of all to RELAX for a bit and stop trying so hard, fercrissakes.
Weird thing is that when I stop trying so hard I get more done and feel a lot better about myself.
“Do or do not. There is no try.”Yoda was right. Trying makes me crazy. CRAZY. 
My To Do List: Stop trying altogether. Do less, accomplish more.
I think I”m on to something here.
I’ll keep you posted.






