Take Home Practice: Where do you “should”?
If you’ve spent any amount of time on my site, then you’ve seen the question that greets you immediately on the homepage: Where do you need to remove the “shoulds”?
Before you can answer that question accurately, you need to understand what the “shoulds” are.
I’ve also heard it phrased as “quit getting should-ed on,” or “don’t let people ‘should’ all over you.” The concept is the same, and we all need to tackle it to one degree or another.
Quit letting your decisions, thoughts, and self-value be determined by what others might say you “should” be doing, thinking, or worth.
I have divided it into four very broad categories – Life, Relationships, Faith, & Livelihood. This week, think about where in your life do you “should”? And where do you need to stop it?
It’s been an idyllic summertime experience. It has brought me joy and even made me love my children more, to see them running and laughing and enjoying the simplicity of childhood. When I see the viral posts saying how we need to “give our kids a 1970′s summer” again, I just shake my head. Regardless of the decade, everything we need for a perfect summer is within us.
In a book I was recently reading, the author referenced a Facebook post that was going around a few years ago. In it, Facebook users were prompted to share a list of (somewhat random) things about themselves. Things their closest online friends might not know about them, but maybe should.
The author used it as an opportunity to pull back the facade on her life and be vulnerable with experiences from her past, feelings in her present, and fears of her future that most people didn’t realize about her. It resonated with all who read it, and the response was overwhelmingly positive.
It occurred to me that I could make a list for my children. 15 Things I Want My Kids to Know About Me.
When I am laughing with my daughter on the floor as she pretends I’m her baby, watching the joy unfold on my middle son’s face as I “fly” him on my feet, or feeling the comfort of my oldest son’s arms around me at bedtime, sometimes my mind will think, “I should take a picture of this.”