Alex, our yoga instructor, shared this centering thought a few weeks ago. And I can’t stop thinking about it.
For the past 6-8 months or so, I’ve been attending yoga classes pretty regularly – at least 2-3 times a week. I credit my sister for my attitude change towards yoga. She’s been practicing for years, and her yoga is strong and fluid and well, pretty. My yoga, well, lets just say its not as pretty. I used to approach yoga as a supplement or addition to my running and biking and swimming. If I made it to class once every two weeks, I considered that enough.
True, I mostly attend class for the physical practice of yoga. But Alex also encourages a spiritual practice too. And the Monday night yoga+meditation class has been good. And I’ve accepted her challenge to go there and self-examine. And going there…well, I seem to circle back over and over to what I do most of the day. And that’s work. I’ve come to realize that I should let go of professional ambition.
I often struggle with ambition. I feel that my life has taken this trajectory and that I really need to stay on it. To hit accelerate instead of brake.
I went to a good school. I had a great Army career. I do well in my current position. I have potential. I volunteer for special projects and they let me run with them. I apply for positions, mostly in Boulder a 45-60 minute commute, that I don’t really want because I feel like I should. That I owe it to what I’ve already accomplished or earned. That I owe it to my potential. Shit, that I owe it to women. Whatever that means. (Thanks Sheryl Sandberg and for talking me into leaning in.)
However, I always sit back after the fact and go, Why? Always, after applying for a position of increasing responsibility. Same question. Yet, I continue to apply. And interview. Then I enter a panic phase that goes along a “Oh, shit. What if I’m offered the job.” And JJ and I repeat the same discussion:
Him: You hate commuting
Me: But I won’t mind it for this opportunity
Him: You really hate commuting
Me: Well, maybe there’s some flexibility in where I work.
But I know. I know a lot. I know my job. I know my people. I know that I enjoy my current flexibility and the proximity to home and family. And while an increase in responsibility (and promotion along with it) would definitely be the challenge I crave (and lack in my current position), I do so enjoy so much about where I am now.
So, here’s to being enough. To having enough. And to letting go of where I think I should be and recognizing where I’m supposed to be.