Delegate // Reflections Post-Novel Release // Part 2
You cannot do it all. I can't do it all. Nobody can do it all.
While I love to be this self-proclaimed superwoman, I cannot do it all. I know, news flash, right? That's sarcasm.
When I talk about my life or schedule, I always get asked: "how do you do it all?" Well, here's the thing. I don't do it all. I try. Ohhhh, baby, I try so hard to juggle 5678767 things at once. And then I burn out, and then I perform poorly at work or bomb a media interview. Or I get sick. Or a bodily organ revolts and says "fuck you, Hope, take better care of me."
My top two secrets of balance over the last couple months have been to delegate and say no.
The moment I lose sight of the above, my energy dwindles, and I succumb to the burnout.
One of the best things I could have done throughout this journey was hire my PR and Marketing Assistant, Fernanda. She has been my right-hand woman, and as I write this, she's about ready to go into labor. Talk about boss babe. Talk about super woman. Fernanda has been responsible for scheduling press interviews, handling my meetings and emails, running my social media, telling me when to drink water, and most importantly, reminding me that I am a mere human trying to help others whilist (I love that word) succeeding in my career and I cannot do it alllllllll. She's become such an important part of my life and is now a dear friend as well. She hasn't even been on board for three months, and I don't know what I ever did without her.
While learning the art of delegation, I've also simultaneously learned the art of saying no. When you delegate, you have more free time. And somewhere along the line, society told us that if we have an iota of spare time, we'd best fill it, so our inner selves don't feel unproductive or unpopular.
Hi, my name is Hope, and I am so guilty of this.
I'm learning it's okay to say no. If I'm free on a Friday night, I don't have to say "yes" to going out. I don't have to say yes to brunch. I can just sit in my bed, sit on my peach emoji ass and do absolutely nothing and that is okay. I don't owe anyone an explanation.
Life lesson here in case you just skimmed through the above rant of how much I love my assistant:
Delegate what you're good at (or terrible at), so that you can do what you're incredible at, and do it well.
Oh, and just say no. Your calendar doesn't have to have to be shaded in red or that ugly shade of google yellow notating you're busy all the time. It just doesn't.