My Life is my Work

My life is my work.  I thought this as I hash tagged #worklifebalance in a post on Instagram.

That got me thinking about what do I really mean?  For those that know me closely, I drive them nuts with the importance of semantics and word use…..heck, I drive myself crazy.  But the meaning of words really matters to me and policing my hypocrisy also matters.

My life is my work, because I am a coach and to be a good coach, I must always be working on myself.  I must study myself, break everything down and look to clear paths so that others can be themselves to the fullest.  I invest in a self awareness coach to keep me on track, to hold myself accountable and to parse out difficult situations so I may better handle them.  This is my life and it directly influences my work.

When I think of work/life balance, I think it just means that I make sure I spend time with my dogs, my loved ones and outside in nature.  But while I do all these things, they directly give back to me and my coaching.  They are not separate and for the first time in my life I am not a bunch of compartments that never cross over into the other.

For the first time in my life, I am always me, Coach, daughter, girlfriend, pet owner, business owner, friend, Tricia….etc….etc….etc…..

I love that boxing intersects everything and that self-awareness is a way of life.  I love that being physical can combine both boxing and self-awareness.  When your life is connected from home to work to leisure, it is a more complete experience and it is more efficient.  Being compartmentalized takes a lot of work….much like inefficient body mechanics.

My life is most definitely my work.


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1 Response to My Life is my Work

  1. O.G. says:

    A couple of years ago a minister friend asked me about my “spiritual life.” That’s a question I normally woyld have had little troyble answering, but for a few seconds I was stumped. You know that sometimes I take what seems like a long time before I answer a question. My mind is usually blank, but there’s like a reset going on. When I “came to,” I told my friend, and this was a realization of the moment, that I didn’t have a “spiritual life,” that all I had was a life, and it was a false separation to think you could divide them – like the “Sunday christian.” That idea’s been a guiding light since that conversation. Anyway, “progress, not perfection.”

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