Life Beneath the Schedule
I planned to work a bit, complete some projects, and enjoy slow days with plenty of relaxation.
All of that certainly occurred, but beneath it all, something else began quietly inviting my attention.
I have a lot of conversations with women each week. Almost without fail, whether in therapy or classes, someone refers to herself or something she’s done as selfish.
Not because she’s behaving selfishly. Not at all. It’s typically because she’s taking her own needs into account and acting upon them.
Resting instead of helping. Saying no to something she could technically squeeze in. Spending money on herself. Wanting time alone. Changing a plan because it no longer works for her. Admitting she’s tired. Asking herself what she wants before automatically considering what everyone else needs.
Somewhere along the way, it seems that self-consideration became confused with selfishness.
For many women, turning toward others comes naturally. And then culture, family, work, motherhood, relationships, and even spiritual teachings reinforce that orientation. Be generous. Be compassionate. Help. Serve. Be available. Consider how your choices affect others.
There is nothing wrong with any of that. In fact, it’s quite beautiful when care for others grows from genuine love and generosity rather than obligation or the belief that your own needs matter less.
Yet I’ve found that compassion is incomplete when it excludes the person offering it.
You are also someone worthy of your attention, care, and nurturing. Self-consideration isn’t the same as putting yourself above everyone else.
It is simply refusing to leave yourself out of the equation.
Before saying yes, you might notice whether you actually have the capacity to follow through.
Rather than automatically accommodating someone else’s preference, you might wonder what you prefer or what you need in that moment.
When you’re feeling tired, frightened, disappointed, overwhelmed, or hurting, you can offer yourself some of the tenderness you would instinctively extend to someone you love. Soothing yourself first often helps you recognize what, if anything, you may need from others.
Sometimes self-consideration is simply part of an ordinary day.
You pause long enough to check in and notice what might nourish you. Perhaps you want company or solitude. Movement or rest. Maybe an interesting opportunity comes along, and before committing, you consider whether there’s room for it in your life right now.
Checking in with yourself to explore your own needs and wants doesn’t require that you choose yourself instead of someone else. It simply allows you to include yourself in the consideration from the beginning.
Wisdom isn’t only knowing how to respond to the people and circumstances around you. It includes an honest relationship with your own capacity, needs, desires, limits, and well-being.
And perhaps this is where self consideration and compassion meet.
Compassion turns toward what is here with tenderness. Whether something arises within you or in the life of another, it is worthy of care. Your own suffering doesn’t become less deserving of compassion simply because it belongs to you.
And it isn’t only suffering that deserves your attention. Your longings, pleasures, and desires are part of your life too. So is your need for beauty, rest, play, movement, friendship, quiet, nourishment, stimulation, purpose, or simply an afternoon when nobody needs anything from you.
Considering yourself doesn’t diminish your care for others. It allows you to enter those relationships without leaving yourself behind.
When you include yourself within the field of your own care, your yes can genuinely mean yes. Your generosity can arise from nourishment rather than depletion. You can care deeply for another without compromising yourself in the process.
Self-consideration is larger than self-care. It enhances your capacity to be present, freeing you to participate more fully in life.
If you believe that life itself deserves tenderness, attention, nourishment, and care, then you can’t logically exclude this particular life simply because it happens to be yours.
You are also part of the life you are tending.
Perhaps that’s the art of self consideration. Not turning away from others, and not turning everything toward yourself.
It’s recognizing that you belong within the circle of your own compassion. That your well being is not separate from the well-being you wish for others.
And that a life lived with love and wisdom includes the life that is yours to live.
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I planned to work a bit, complete some projects, and enjoy slow days with plenty of relaxation.
All of that certainly occurred, but beneath it all, something else began quietly inviting my attention.
The plane had begun its slow fall toward the earth when a sharp ache pierced my ears. Half-dozing, half-aware, I surfaced into the moment just as the toddler in front of me woke with a scream that broke her open.
Over the past several months, I have been immersed in conversation with women. I’ve been listening as stories unfold. Different women. Different lives, histories, and circumstances. Yet beneath the details, I keep hearing a remarkably similar story. Many women are tired.
Last week, I left the house a little earlier than usual.
Not because the day ahead was spacious. Quite the opposite. It was full. Appointments, responsibilities, errands to run, bags still to pack for my upcoming conference.
There comes a moment when something within you begins to shift. Not because life is failing. Not because you have done something wrong. But because what once felt meaningful no longer feels like enough. Many women arrive at this threshold quietly.
A few months ago, when the world was cold and the snow came often, I left for work a little earlier than usual. The roads had already been plowed, but I knew better than to assume they were clear. That kind of winter morning holds a particular deception.