What does success look like for me, a mother of three multiracial, multicultural, and multilingual children, plus a husband who lives part-time in a different state? How does it manifest for a woman like myself, one who runs her own charitable organization and a consulting company, on top of simply trying to be a functioning member of society? If I told you all of it hinges upon 20 minutes on the treadmill, you might not believe me. But those precious 20 minutes of exercise each morning give me purpose and keep me focused. Frankly, it is a way to motivate me to help others.
My workout is about more than movement—it’s about setting up my day for success. I would wake up every morning with the idea that the treadmill was the most important priority of the day—not because it actually was, but because if I didn’t give it this level of importance, it would be very easy for me to do [insert any activity that society deems is important for women/mothers]. So I treated my morning workout like an absolute must. And before long, the routine became the thing giving my day structure and meaning.
I call these 20 minutes my non-negotiable. After my alarm goes off, I head downstairs to the kitchen to prepare lunch for my youngest child and start to get breakfast ready for the family. I then head to my treadmill for 20 minutes to get my sanity. I get on the treadmill to ideate around projects. I walk on the treadmill to ruminate on the day ahead and get ready to tackle all of the items that are on my calendar and my to-do list. Once I get this movement in, I can finish making breakfast, do school drop-off, and then start my work day.
But what if I have an early flight? A service trip to the border? A visit to a battleground state to help my community get out and vote? Do I still get my non-negotiable in? Yes, I do. I have set my alarm at 4 AM to ensure I have those 20 minutes, because as tired as I am when I get out of bed, I know I will feel worse if I don’t do it at all. This simple act rids me of anxiety and generally makes me feel like I can handle anything that comes my way. That’s a powerful 20 minutes!
The first time I ever heard the phrase “mom guilt” was a couple of weeks after having my first child. I was trying to figure out when I was going to be able to work out between feedings, taking showers, and getting back to work. Then someone said to me, “but won’t you feel guilty that you are working out instead of doing [insert any activity that society attributes to women/mothers]?” I remember this moment clearly—and I also recall deciding, then and there, that I wouldn’t. I knew I would be a better mother, worker, and human being if I did this one activity for myself. As a result, I unsubscribed from mom guilt (and from peer pressure, too!). No one is living your life in your shoes, so why let their opinions affect you?