Have you ever sat in front of an email for what feels like hours trying to determine what it will read like for the other person and whether or not you should send it?
Or have you ever known exactly what you want to accomplish, had some free time, yet found yourself doing anything BUT what you planned to complete?
It’s been more than a few times that I found myself in someway procrastinating the goals that I had set for myself. And I know I’m not the only one.
When we do this - procrastinate, avoid, or forget our own goals - we are quick to blame ourselves. We feel lazy or unmotivated. But, is that the real culprit? More often than not, there’s another reason. Perfection, fear of failure/rejection, and uncertainty all work to derail us from our goals and our path.
I recently met with one of our Rebels, Justin, to discuss his progress on his goals. (Side note: Justin’s name and identifying information has been changed for privacy...
Many of us know the feeling. You don’t want to get out of bed on Monday morning and when you finally do, the dread of going into work is like anticipating a practical exam. During PT school, you swore nothing would be as bad as having to take practicals and you counted down the days to when they would be a thing of the past. But then something happened. You found yourself in a job you don’t love realizing that you would rather do a practical exam than go into work… yeah, your job feels that bad.
If you have a job that makes you miss the days of being a stressed student with no paycheck, I feel for you. Feeling like you hate work is not something you signed up for when you gave up seven years of your life and a ton of money. But, I have to tell you something important. Hating your job may be the fastest way to having the one you love. Hating your job may be a good...
So, I am sitting in the waiting room and my car is nearly finished. The service manager informed me that they just had to pull it off the lift and I would be good to go. I nodded to him and began thinking about what I had to do the rest of the day. Meeting, mentoring call, baseball practice and SCREEEEECH. The sound of screeching tires and a wham followed by shattering glass made me look up just in time to see my car sitting WITH me in the waiting room. Yes, I mean WITH me. The attendant somehow drove my car through the glass window into the waiting room instead of through the open overhead door of the garage into the parking lot.
The shock wore off eventually and I was given a pickup truck as a courtesy vehicle. Awesome. I have a wife and four kids, so this doesn’t fit us all. It was inconvenient but several weeks later my car was finally ready for pick up. Now that the dust settled and I’m about to get my car back, I was wondering what I...
About week ago I was standing looking out at Niagara Falls with some of my favorite people. I wasn’t on vacation, I was working. And I wasn’t just working. I had traveled with colleagues to Buffalo to use the Y-Balance Test (one of my "professional babies") for testing the players at the NHL Combine. This wasn’t my typical Thursday, but its not completely unusual either. However, if you asked me what I was doing 15 years ago on a Wednesday afternoon, the backdrop would have appeared a lot different than the 8th wonder of the natural world and professional sports.
15 years ago I was in the clinic full time. I was working a typical schedule and imagining a day with more athletes, more flexibility, and honestly something different. I remember thinking maybe PT was no longer for me. I still remember the level of frustration on one particular day when I was doing passive ROM on what felt like the 20th rotator cuff repair of the day.
They say ignorance is bliss and I have to say that when it came to my loans, this statement couldn’t be more accurate. At the end of PT school, I remember sitting in a presentation about loans. The speaker discussed how credit card debt was like bad cholesterol and student loans were like good cholesterol. I’m a sucker for analogies and took this sentiment in full stride. I had good cholesterol. Nothing to worry about. Nothing needed to change.
So for the first three years of repayment, I looked at my loans as necessary and harmless- they were just another expense to be paid monthly. I set myself on a graduated plan that would increase every two years, selected autopay, and made sure the $520 was included in my budget every month.
I remember wishing I didn’t have loans, but found solace knowing that this was the only way I could have become a physical therapist. And while it was lousy, I was paying for an education I valued highly. So, I...
In a previous post we discussed the truth behind apparent mastery. It evidently hit a nerve. Either people said they had felt this way or were going to pass it on to a current student. It made me wonder if we are causing the feeling of burnout in PT school.
Here’s what I think happens:
You start PT school so excited….you have worked so hard to get there. You finally get there and you know it will be hard, but maybe not this hard. It’s okay, at least you are FINALLY studying something you actually care about (not how a lens works or how many moles are in 3 grams of Copper). Then it hits. You are once again studying things you don’t care about. There are only a few classes that actually breath life into you. But you are told to bide your time because it will get better. You believe this wholeheartedly, put your head down, and keep working toward the finish line.
You are filled with the ideas of how important what you are learning is. It is about...
As I was laying in bed, my eyes shot open as if I was late for something. But, I knew I wasn’t late. Instead, I was trying to remember how I was going to start my presentation. I ignored the fact that it was 3 am and started searching for the words in hopes to silence my uneasiness. This experience is nothing new for me. I never have trouble falling asleep, but when I am stressed or anxious I wake up between 2 and 3 am unable to fall back asleep.
This weekend I’ll be giving a talk at the SHAPE National Conference and my doubts and insecurities won’t let me forget it.
At one time, I would have tossed and turned the rest of the night (and subsequent nights). But, I don’t give into it anymore. I know it is not the talk itself that is waking me up, but the fear of failure that I’m trying so hard to ignore. Ignoring it never works (for me at least). Instead, it just gets louder and louder until I can’t ignore it.
I was sitting in my office and I think my jaw actually may have hit the desk after I heard what she said. She told me she loved orthopedics, but didn’t think she was smart enough to do it. I was shocked. This was an extremely gifted student. She looked at us faculty as if we could do no wrong. She looked at us as if we had it all figured out. She looked at us in such a way that she had convinced herself she never could be like us.
This was such a punch in the gut for me. Rather than inspiring physical therapy students, we were somehow demotivating them or worse, intimidating them. We had taken the best and the brightest and made them feel like they couldn't do it. This is the opposite of what I had hoped and what I feel is my purpose. So, I want to set the record straight. I want to share this for all physical therapy students and graduates past, present, and future.
This is the real story about your faculty:
We don't know everything
What looks like brilliance is...
As soon as the players stepped on the field to warm up, the little kids started yelling at the top of their lungs, “CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH!!!????!?!!!?!?” While these requests were mostly ignored, a couple of players and coaches would say “Sorry, we are working right now but we will sign when we are done.” More on that later...
You can feel the excitement when the players take the field for the first time in months. The atmosphere is electric! The opportunity to be a part of spring training performance testing over the past several years has been amazing! This past year made the biggest impact on me. Here is what I learned:
The players were encouraging to each other on the field
As they made plays, they would cheer for each other. It was so amazing to see and hear the positivity especially during a practice. It made me think? Does our team cheer for each other that way? Does yours? When I ask this question of others, I frequently hear the response...
“She saw 36!! And one was just lying across the trail!”
“What?!? How is this allowed?”
“I DON’T KNOW”
This was the conversation before my friend and I went to Everglades National Park. We couldn’t believe that there were going to be rogue alligators next to us on a bike trail. No confinement, no cages, no barriers between us and them- just us and wild alligators.
Now, I’ve seen the discovery channel and allowing this did not seem appropriate. But, everyday hundreds of people explore the Everglades and I figured if they could do it so could I.
So we start driving to the park and on the way we see our first alligator. I’m instantly excited. Afraid? No way, not anymore. I planned to photograph every alligator we saw.
The first two miles we were on the lookout for alligators with laser focus to make sure we didn’t miss a single one. Those first two miles of the fifteen were glorious. We...