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Women, Bodies & Baggage

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Women’s bodies come with a full set of baggage.  We worry about how fat or thin, tight or saggy, tall or short, young or old,  beautiful or ugly we are.

It all comes down to our bodies and the relationship we have with it.  Whether it’s loving or spiteful we are stuck with it.  It is something we are born with and changes with or without our permission over a lifetime.  It changes, it grows, it develops, it moves, it gets strong, it gets weak and all manner of things in-between.

So how do you treat this ‘thing’ that holds you up and moves you through the world.  Perhaps because of that very fact alone we should learn to like it more.

Here are 8 ways you can take good care of that ‘thing’ you already love, are getting to love or have hated for years.

  1. Like her more by not comparing her to another woman
  2. Feed and water her regularly
  3. Put lotion on her and let her glow
  4. Massage her to help her move with ease
  5. Take her for a walk, bike ride, swim
  6. Sit her down
  7. Let her sleep
  8. Limit the stress and strain you put her under

Showing respect for your body will help you respect your Self and THAT darling, results in you becoming the radiant Queen of Calm, Cool & Collected you were truly meant to be.

With Love,  The Burnout Queens xx

 

 

 

An HSP opinion of being gracious

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If someone shares their dream, vision, or idea with you and you see they are clearly excited …

What do you do?  How do you respond?  What do you say?

When I share my enthusiasm about starting a new venture, challenging myself personally, or uprooting my life, I am generally met with great curiosity, support and love from those around me (except my mother of course, but darlings, that’s a whole other story).

I’ve also met those who are  shocked that I will do what I say I want to do “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to Do this (incredulous tone required!) and then

I’ve met those who feel the deep need to be negative, warn you and wonder what’s gotten into you lately? (omg, I know someone who hated what you’re about to do). Why must they warn me or save me from my own choices I wonder?   Can’t they just be happy for me?

So I have to ask, what is the cost of being gracious, even if their choice isn’t yours?

Here’s my best advice the next time someone shares their hopes and dreams with you…

Think before you share and offer

Grace if you must speak.

 

In love and support

The Burnout Queens xx

My BFF ‘Denial’ Made Me Burn Out…so we fell out!

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Meet my BFF Denial.  She has helped me in so many ways throughout my life, both personally and in my business.  I could always count on Denial to get me through any busy-ness or crisis.  We were so close she knew what I wanted before I did!  Now that’s friendship (or so I thought)!

 

 

It turns out that having a friend like Denial on my side was my ticket to becoming a reluctant Burnout Queen!

Denial was by my side when I was building my psychology practice. In a year the business grew to six-figures and our expertise was sought after!  Fabulous, but it came with a price.  When I was working day and night, over-stretched and over-stressed with all the hours of patients, meetings, on top of my PhD research, Denial encouraged me to:

  • ignore my body’s aches and pains,
  • keep my head down and keep going
  • ignore the urge to take a break and ‘grab’ dinner
  • stay focused on completing the task, project, obligation no matter what.

All I wanted to do was give in.  I felt weak; I just needed to go home and get some sleep.  Denial was my rock-solid support.  She urged me to dig in, work harder, push through and not lift my head until it was done.  I was exhausted and dazed but thanks to her support and driving force, deadlines were met and success secured!

Denial was there for me again when I was feeling unwell with heart palpitations, migraines and serious injuries after a major car accident.  She  would whisper in my ear, “You don’t have time to be sick.  You’ve got to keep going for everybody.”  She kept me going…visiting my Dad in hospital, making sure my elderly Mum had groceries, keeping the house perfectly clean, and never missing a day of work.  She was absolutely right, there was no time for my own health.

Just keep going, dig deeper, plod on girlfriend!

What a friend.  Denial secured my reputation as kind, helpful and always there for everyone, (just the way my Mother had  taught me) to my detriment.

Then one day, out of the blue (or so I thought), I fell asleep on the kitchen floor while feeding the cat.  Four hours later, with the cat looking bemused at me from his vantage point, my BFF Denial was nowhere to be found!  She had thrown me under the bus!  She had become someone else’s BFF in an instant.

Without Denial,  I had no voice to tell me to ignore myself; no cheerleader to give me the push to keep going.  I wanted to run away.  Without Denial by my side my world suddenly seemed insurmountable.  I couldn’t escape the facts anymore as I began to see the truth of how burnt-out I was!

  • Physically, I didn’t feel well.
  • I was so exhausted I didn’t want to face another day.
  • I was snippy & snappy with everyone who wanted something from me (Didn’t they see I wasn’t well?).
  • I could no longer pull ‘it’ out of my hat and keep going (energy bunny had abandoned me too!).
  • I was gutted, exhausted, and ashamed that I looked inept and weak (after all I was a therapist who could cope).

Here’s the good news!

It was the best thing that could have happened to me when Denial disappeared. I was forced to acknowledge myself in small ways and big ways.  I learned to meet obligations and responsibilities on my terms.  I began to make decisions, choices, and plans that suited my needs first and foremost.

It had to start with me!  As I listened to my body and my soul I began to understand…

  • when to take a few minutes to breathe,
  • when and whom to say ‘No’ to (there are many ways to do this I have found),
  • how to get my health back on track (and keep it there),
  • how to regain and sustain my energy,
  • my need to sleep, to eat, and to respect and honour what I need throughout my day.

Now I have a new BFF and her name is ‘Aware’ and she is nothing like ‘Denial’.  Aware listens to my inner voice.  She knows when I’ve had enough, and she knows when to reach for that extra dream.  She responds to my spirit.

Aware gently taps my shoulder and says,

“You are priority one.  Without you there isn’t much else”.

Aware has made me realise that when I take care of myself my business works better and I have a better quality of life and love.

 If you find yourself in the company of Denial, don’t be afraid or ashamed to walk away from that ‘friendship’ with conviction.  Head on over to self-awareness and honesy, trust us it’s more invigorating than scarey.  When you team up with Aware you open yourself up to all the possibilities and dreams that happen when you live waaayyyy beyond burnout.

Cheers to finding new friends!  The Burnout Queens xx

[The Burnout Queens wrote this article as a guest blog for The Girls Mean Business]

The Infamous HSP Tennis Game

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Highly Sensitive Women are often inwardly analytic (we can’t help ourselves), but sometimes it doesn’t work in our favour.  In fact, it backfires on us and we are left wondering “how the heck does this keep happening?”

I’ll use this cute, manipulative little face from The Burnout Pup as a case in point (stick with me, my mind is strangely creative).  She’s waiting for her dinner and begging in her very cute way.  It’s hard to ignore, but I don’t want to give into her demands when it’s too early for her dinner  (guilty mummy moment).  How can I say ‘no’ to that face?  I feel like a meany and then I think (in HSP analysing mode now) why am I feeling like I should change the rules for her…perhaps I’m being too harsh… maybe she’s really hungry… why am I being so unreasonable… no really I should stay strong.   On and on the circle of reasoning and guilt goes, till I’m tired and confused from thinking.

Wait a minute now…this sound like many of my clients (HSP creative mind thinking in loop-de-loops)!  They want to stand firm in their opinion, the trouble is when they do, the other person blames or criticises, attacks their character!  So my clients end up taking on the responsibility and guilt that isn’t theirs to begin with.  They end up feeling so hurt, confused, guilty and lost. “Why is this always my fault” they ask.

Here are 6 accusations that signal it’s someone else’s issue, not yours!

  1. Why can’t you just go with the flow.
  2. Why do you always have to be unreasonable.
  3. Why can’t you be more flexible.
  4. What’s wrong with you that you can never let this go.
  5. You’re always such a control freak.
  6. This isn’t about you, you know.

These are the kind of accusations that send reasonable HSW’s into immediate turmoil upset and analysis.  We waffle back and forth, arguing silently with ourselves in an attempt to understand why a conversation and opinion went so sideways and how we ended up feeling guilty and responsible for it.

Stop analysing this.  It’s rarely something to feel guilty or responsible for.  It’s not yours after all.  It’s never been yours!  As one wise woman told me (that would be Dr T) “you aren’t even in it!”

Saying no, or contradicting somehow makes others point the finger in our direction, rather than admitting they just don’t like our answer. 

So here’s the advice I tell my HSW clients.  Think of a back and forth conversation as a back and forth tennis game.  If the other side hits the ball to your side of the court and somehow you know that ball has changed colour mid-return or it should have been a foul, then shoot it back across the net where it came from and where it belongs.   Don’t let it drop and remain on your side of the court.

If that tennis ball changed colour, you didn’t do it.

If that tennis ball went offside, you didn’t do it.

If you were accused of the sun being in your opponent’s eyes, you didn’t do it!

Do you get the picture?

Yes!  Then repeat after me…

this is ‘not’ my responsibility…

this is ‘not’ my problem…

this is ‘not’ about me. 

 

Long-winded story, but it occured to me while I was looking at cutesy pup trying her best to make me change my ways (and feel sorry for her in the mix).  I’m not the one trying to sneak dinner early!  Nope, this is ‘not’ about me!

Love, The Burnout Queens xx

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