I caught an early flight home from a business trip this morning. While heading to my gate, I spotted my favorite coffee place. "Don't do it," my bladder warned me. I waited in line anyway. "Look! There's that green health drink I like," my bladder said, "Get that." The smell of fresh ground coffee beans won me over. "If you're going to do it, get a small cup," my bladder pleaded. I walked away from the counter with the largest sized-cup of strong caffeinated coffee, and enjoyed every sip.
When it was time to board my flight, the coffee kicked in. I used the restroom right away before we finished boarding and felt satisfied that I had things under control … until the "fasten seatbelt" light came on. "You've been ignoring me all morning," my bladder said, "Try ignoring this…" Oh no! The urge to go was unbearable. I unfastened my belt and made a bee-line for the bathroom, but the flight attendant blocked the door, insisting I take my seat. I tried my best to remain calm and distract myself. I contracted my pelvic floor while breathing in and out to the count of five. I kept my attention on my breath, but it wasn't enough. So, I enlisted my best resource for managing challenges – my inner-coach.
We all have an inner-coach and an inner-critic. The inner-critic turns everything into a catastrophe. It judges and criticizes, making tough situations even worse. My inner-critic says things like: "You brought this on yourself. You should have known better. You're going to die of embarrassment in front of all the people on this plane." Ugh! I make a point of tuning down the volume of my inner-critic.
How about you? Do you pay more attention to your inner-coach? It's that part of yourself that encourages you to persevere. It treats you the way that you'd treat a dear friend. My inner coach said, "The good news is you've learned what not to do before your next flight. Even if the worst happens, you won't die. I promise it won't show up on the evening news. By tomorrow this will be nothing more than a memory." It also said, "Take credit for being smart enough to choose an aisle seat. It will make it much easier to get to the restroom when the seatbelt light goes off." Then it added, "Hey, now you’ve got another post for your Poise blog!" That made me smile. Both me and my bladder like my inner coach. It's always there for us. We just need to remember to use it. Once the fasten seatbelt light was off, I used the restroom twice more in a very short period of time. I kept my inner coach close, especially when the flight attendant raised her eyebrow, surprised to see me headed to the bathroom yet again.
What about you? Do you treat yourself the way you'd treat a dear friend? If not, why not start now?