When someone has the good sense and conviction to stop doing what’s not working for them, well, it calls for a national holiday. The brilliance of simplification needs to be celebrated!

It often goes like this:

I’m going to stop:

“Being stingy with myself.”

“Worrying what others will think of me and just go for it.”

“Worrying that I will be called out as a fraud. (I have classic impostor syndrome.)”

“Worrying so much.”

“Worrying that other people are mad at me.”

“I’d like to stop being so fucking self-conscious.”

“Working with that client — every time I see her name in my in-box, I get a sick feeling in my stomach.” “Cleaning my kids’ rooms for them.”

“Planning every date with my man when, really, I want him to plan our dates.” “Undercharging, underearning, underselling myself.”

I’ll add to the list. I would like to stop staying up too late, like, so late that I look at my Sonicare electric toothbrush and think, I’m so glad you do the work for me. I’d like to stop losing my shit with inept customer service people who are not only robotically dis-empowered to act with commonsense, but who are entirely numb to the options of excellence (see, clearly I have hangs up with mediocrity and policy.) I would like to stop thinking that THAT pair of shoes will change the course of my life. I would like to stop making excuses for not going to more concerts, more live music events and more theatre. I would like to stop thinking that if So-and-So gets over it, THEN I’ll get over too.

Stop. And…start.

So, what would you like to stop doing?

Ever true,