Okay, it’s more like what I remembered on my summer vacation. (Even the coach needs a few rounds before a lesson fully takes hold.)
What I remembered on my summer vacation is the value of having personal policies.
Companies have policies. Why can’t individuals have policies? As of today, I have a new official policy: I don’t make visits to friends and family during the summer.
I’ve always known not to take a big vacation in the summer, because I hate the heat. I wilt. I melt. I turn ugly.
When I visited my sister in Chicago this weekend, we roamed around the Taste of Chicago and strolled the waterfront, we took the Frank Lloyd Wright neighborhood walking tour, and we meandered through the Botanical Gardens.
Between the heat wave and the street food, my body staged a revolt, and I had a meltdown. I couldn’t walk a step further. What a party pooper.
As I reflected on my little “episode,” I consciously decided not to focus on my embarrassment but rather on my initial decision-making process. Why did I put myself in that situation to begin with? The outcome was inevitable.
That’s when I remembered: I like personal policies. They work for me. For example: I don’t book the last flight of the day. I don’t answer the front door after dark. And nothing interferes with my scheduled pilates classes. And now I have a new one: I don’t make visits in the summer.
The beauty of a policy is that it’s not personal. If I say ‘no’ to a July invitation, I can explain that it’s not about the host, but about the month.
In essence, a policy is another conscious boundary we set in order to ensure that we’re operating at our best at all times. On my next visit to Lorraine, I am going to be the energizer-bunny guest.
PS–If you’d like to initiate a few policies of your own, sign up for my next “Return to Clarity” mini-retreat for women.
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