Those are the two words I tell myself when I’m not sure what else to do. When I’m not sure I am good enough, smart enough, strong enough. When I’m not sure I have what it takes to be the mom, wife, daughter, friend, woman I want to be. When the phone rings in the middle of the night and my mom tells me that he passed away in his sleep. When I fall to the ground after the ultrasound technician whispers that’s she’s sorry but there is no longer a heartbeat.
Life is hard. One moment you are moving through the world feeling like you have a special secret – you’re growing a baby! – and there is an app on your i-phone counting down the days until you’ll hold your son, Henry. And the next moment you’re on the floor in the doctor’s office wailing so loudly that other nurses flood the room.
Life is beautiful. One moment you are wondering how you are going to be able to live with this depth of grief, this kind of anxiety, this level of worry. And the next moment it is lifted, as if by magic, and you feel alive and free and happy.
A single breath separates those moments.
Those are the two words I am telling myself today – when I’m worried that I’ve made a huge mistake resigning from my job to follow my heart and start my own business. When I’m afraid because blue collar girls from the Midwest don’t leave good jobs with a nice salary, and a pension, and healthcare. When I’m terrified to post an article like this because what in the world will people possibly think of me?
And those are the two words I would tell my younger self. If I could meet my younger self, I would gently cup her face in my hands, look straight in her eyes and say “Darling, Just. Breathe.” And then I would wait. And we would breathe together – we would breathe together until her heart slowed down, no matter how long it took. And then I would tell her “You are enough. You always have been, and always will be, simply because you are you.” And then I would wait. I would wait for that to sink in, to the very core of her soul, no matter how long it took. And then I would kiss her forehead and send her on her way.
On her way to be the mom, wife, daughter, woman that only she can be. On her way to a life that will twist and turn and eventually find her resigning from a job to follow her heart.
What two words would you tell your younger self?
Amy Leneker, MPA, is a joy-seeking, optimistic recovering perfectionist and the founder of Compass Consulting Team.