The Importance of Showing Up, Even When You’re Not OK

Some mornings ya don’t wake up brave, some mornings you’re just exhausted.  Some mornings our hearts ache, our minds are scrambled from running all out, and our spirit is running on the battery we forgot to plug in last night.  And still, every morning when our eyeballs pop open, we rise thankful we got another day to make a difference.  Not because we’re unshakable, but because we have learned the importance of our quiet presence.  We must show up, be there for those who need us, even when it takes trembling courage because we know we are not OK ourselves.  That is the kind of courage that does not make speeches or pose for gold gilded pictures, it is the courage of those who know they are imperfect.  That is the kind of courage whose voice cracks, and steady intention can’t even find the words.  Those of us who can admit we are not OK, we sit down, take some deep breaths and let our presence speak the words we can’t quite get out – I am here.  I am doing the best I can with what, and who, I have.  And for today, that has to be enough and we have to be OK letting it be enough, because at least my eyeballs popped open.  

Lately we don’t get to show up on the hard days full of fire and fearlessness, ready to attack the day.  Lately we have to show up simply because our presence matters to those who rely on us, even at work.  We show up even when our strength and patience are running near empty.   That’s a quiet truth that most leaders learn the hard way, at least in my experience.  Disappearing, even for legitimate and valid reasons, can ripple through a team in ways we never intended.  For me that means making space for the team, even when I am angry and disappointed and my voice is cracking.  I still make the choice to support the folks in my care.  It lets them know that they are not alone, it lets them know we are here to support each other, even in the hardest of times.  I show up for them because I have a responsibility to do so, just like I showed up for my shipmates, no matter what.  Leadership is not a performance, it’s a presence.  Imperfect, human, sometimes raw and unfinished, but the constant is showing up.  It can be a gift, I know it is for me. 

It’s weird because those days I show up the most imperfect are the days that carry the most  hope.  Folks don’t want or need polished up quotes from whatever the latest leadership book they read, they need us real and they need our presence.  When we show up with tired eyes, an honest heart, even if angry and disappointed, it becomes permission.  Permission for them to stop pretending, permission to breathe, and most importantly, permission to bring their whole selves to the conversation instead of the curated version of themselves.  That is such a grounding force, authenticity is appreciated as it steadies the room without saying a word.  Just being there tells the team, we can keep going, even through the hardest things, especially the things outside of work they have no choice but to carry with them.  This act of care is a small but powerful signal that we understand them, that we believe in them, and that makes room for the possibility that tomorrow might be kinder to their soul.

Some days we simply have to admit the truth without letting it become our whole identity.  Not OK does not mean broken, it does not mean we are not capable, it means we are human in a moment in time where the world seems dead set on taking a bite out of us.   Funny thing, and it’s kind of like when a scientist watches an experiment and realizes the simple act of watching is changing the experiment, an unexpected variable.  When we stop trying to wrestle our feelings to the ground to get them to relax, they get a bit lighter, the whole thing changes when we let go a little.  We are allowed to be shaken by the goings on, I question those who aren’t, and regardless we can still be steady and a bit lighter about it.   Think about that wisdom that says home is still home, the porch light is on and we don’t have to prove to anyone we deserve rest, we just walk right in and plop down on the couch and Grandma brings ya a sweet tea and kisses your forehead, that right there is the good stuff.     

The simple truth is, none of us get through any season alone, even if we put up the façade that we are.  We are steadied by those we allow to show up for us, the ones that don’t need explanations or a bunch of words.  The ones who are simply present for us, maybe with a hand on our shoulder, or a longer than normal hug.  It might even be that random text from that person you needed to hear from, I got an email yesterday that filled my heart from a coworker, I damn near cried at the generosity of their soul.  These folks don’t try to fix us, don’t try to justify the world in any way, they simply make space that feels safe enough that we can breathe again.  That simple human kind of love reminds us that showing up isn’t something we owe the world, its something we learned from the people who never walked away from us, even on their hardest days.  That is who we need to emulate.

Some days the bravest thing we can do is let enough actually be enough.  This is a struggle I have, the intellectual part of me recognizes the need to let enough be enough but I have learned that my emotional part does not always give a damn about what the intellectual part is up to.  The dichotomy of that battle I find to be one of life’s less than humorous jokes.  Pretending when we don’t believe it is also one of life’s little jokes, one that can be cruel to our well being.  We must keep saying, this is what I got today, and that is enough, sometimes we have to add words, like God Dammit or for fucks sake.   That is our heart being humble and kind with ourselves.  Maybe when Tim McGraw sang the words don’t expect a free ride  from no one, don’t hold a grudge or a chip and here’s why.  Bitterness keeps ya from flying, always be humble and kind he was singing about that very thing.  We have to dig for our better selves, choosing gentleness when things are hard.  We have to work on not passing our hurt onto the next person in line.  And always be thankful you kept going without losing your humanity and inherent goodness – be humble and kind.

Showing up when you’re not OK is not weakness, its love with dirt on its hands.  It’s refusing to let the hard season turn you into a hard person.  I have said various versions of this over the years but folks don’t always remember what ya said.  But they do remember how they felt when you were there.  They will remember that you didn’t disappear, even if your eyes are tired, even when your day was shitty.  We have to make room and share space to help the room feel a little less lonely, for both of us.  The wild part is, it does not require grand gestures to make an impact.  More often than not, it is the smallest things that tell the loudest truths.  sharing a lifesaver, holding a door open when you don’t feel polite, letting someone in who stayed in the lane we both knew was closing a mile ago, or simply paying for coffee fort the person behind you in line at Starbucks, which happened to me today, I paid that forward and rode that wave of joy all day.  That joy was an unexpected gift from a stranger, and I am grateful for it.    

So maybe that’s the whole thing.  Learning to come home to ourselves the same way we went over to Grandma’s to feel safe and loved.  On nights where you’re running on fumes, let enough be enough.  Be deliberate about putting the bitterness and hurt down, because that shit is heavy and you deserve to breathe.  If all you did today was stay human and offer one small kindness, then believe me when I tell you, that counts and it matters.  That is courage.  That is hope.  That is perseverance. And most importantly, the porch light is on for you - always!