As I’m heading into production week again for a show I see history repeating itself. You see, it seems I’ve lived long enough and been lucky/hard working enough to have figured out a number of things about life, me and how to feel good and be mostly happy. There is something about the final weeks before a show goes up though that blows all this self knowledge out of the water and leaves me repeating bad habits that don’t serve me but which I seem helpless in stopping.
This is exactly how I feel on airplanes. A lovely air host or hostess carefully demonstrates and explains the yellow air mask that may drop and how to apply it and I always have the nagging sense that in an actual emergency I will do none of things suggested. And those people in the emergency row who agreed to turn a handle and throw a door into the ocean will fail at those tasks too and basically we would all sit there and scream as we stared into the chasm of disaster and death.
I don’t feel that I’m being overly dramatic here. Life can also feel like a crashing airplane for the record.
Why when I know better don’t I do better? I know what’s needed but it all seems too hard and I’m just not up to it.
As a life coach I know that overwhelm is what’s at work here. My view point quickly becomes two things.
One: Bad dialogue about how bad a human I am that I can’t take care of myself. Two: How do I even start when so many things seem out of control or wrong?
The Plan: Every day, starting today, I will get up and ask myself the question:
What one small change can I make today that would make the biggest positive impact?
Okay, I’m on it. Wish me luck!