Lots of people get their MBA’s to learn how to run a business for profit.
The Masters in Badassery is similar. Only you substitute “run a business for profit” with “run your life for yourself.”
If the idea of running your life for yourself makes your heart pause because it sounds terrifyingly selfish, I totally get that.
For most women, even basic self-care (sleeping, eating, the occasional mani-pedi) feels like an indulgent self-centered luxury if not an outright act against God.
If the idea of running your life for yourself makes your heart pause because there’s no more room on your “To Do List” for YOU, I totally get that, too.
We have loooong “To Do Lists,” and most of them are other-centered. Adding ourselves may make it combust into flames.
But running your life for yourself is not about whether you’re at the top, middle or bottom of the “To Do List” (where we typically find ourselves). And it’s not about setting fire to the list. (Although wouldn’t that be nice.)
Everything on your “To Do List” – all of it – is your life. There is no magic fairy wand that will make those things go away. And whether you are at the top, middle or bottom isn’t the point.
Rather, it’s about how you “do” your “To Do List,” and by that, I mean instead of having the items on your list run your life, you run them.
Like a badass.
Here’s how this might look.
Ever been invited to a neighborhood potluck? The one where everyone brings a homemade dish (if they’re a woman) or a bag of tortilla chips (if they’re a man)?
We have one every year in my neighborhood, and I bring a gorgeous fruit pie. That someone else baked. Someone named Whole Foods.
I even put it on a plate and break the crust a little bit.
Bam. Done. Total badassery.
Ever volunteer at your kid’s school? I used to do this every week, which was a complete nightmare.
The commute between my office and the school was double the amount of time I spent volunteering, my daughter sobbed hysterically when I said goodbye, and the kids were so snot-covered that I should have been wearing a hazmat suit.
The ROI simply didn’t add up.
So now I volunteer to run the Halloween Party, and I do it in such an epic, badass way that I feel absolutely no pressure or guilt to do anything more for the entire year.
I bring in a smoke machine that makes all the kids super-excited and wheezy because apparently it’s better suited for outdoor use or dance clubs than elementary classrooms.
I make a “witches brew” with floaty corpse hands and dry ice. (Cautionary note: Dry ice has been banned from most elementary schools because it burns through children’s esophaguses so you’ll have to sneak it in.)
And I roll in dressed up like Wonder Woman. Which makes me the most awesomest, coolest mom ever.
Running your life for yourself looks like figuring out ways to make your life work not just for everyone else, but for you.
Running your life for yourself is something women need to re-learn how to do. And I say re-learn because somewhere between our girlhood and now, we forget how to do this.
If you cannot imagine ever, ever living this way, let me re-introduce you to your twenty year-old self.
Because I bet THAT woman knew how to run her life for herself.
Granted, she didn’t have the same responsibilities and pressures and commitments that you have today. But she still had responsibilities, pressures, and commitments.
They were just different. (And less loud because they didn’t have mouths that talked, begged, or screamed.)
She didn’t succumb to the “right way” to do something because she either didn’t care or she didn’t know any better.
The first step in getting your Masters in Badassery is to remember your twenty year-old self. Like, really remember her.
What would she put on her “To Do List”? And how would she manage the stuff that’s on yours?
Here’s my list:
- Make dinner
- Attend child’s service club meeting
- Buy birthday present for dog
- Go to 4th grade Back to School Night
Hmmmm…. What would my 20 year-old self do with that list?
Make dinnerWhat’s cookin’ Whole Foods?
- Attend child’s service club meeting after a glass of wine
Buy birthday present for dogHere’s an extra scoop of dog food
- Go to 4th grade Back to School Night (This stays on the list because how else am I gonna sign up for the Halloween Party?)
Now it’s your turn. Lemme know how it goes.
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