Being capable and having capacity are not the same thing.
I know this intimately.
Like many women, I've become very good at taking care of things.
Family.
Clients.
Work.
The house.
The unexpected problem that suddenly needs solving.
The person who needs help.
And when you're highly capable, people learn that they can depend on you.
But I've been recognizing a hidden cost in my own life.
Everyone and everything can benefit from your capability while your own hopes and goals get whatever is left.
Not because they don't matter.
Because something else always matters too.
One responsibility.
One interruption.
One accommodation.
One perfectly legitimate need at a time.
Until you're exhausted and wondering why something you care deeply about still isn't getting done.
That's why I've started thinking differently about capacity.
Capability asks:
“Can I do this?”
Capacity asks:
“Can I hold what this requires while the rest of my life is still happening?”
Can I stay connected to my vision when someone else needs me?
Can I protect time for my own financial well-being?
Can I tolerate something else being unfinished?
Can I experience pressure without abandoning what I chose?
Can I make room for myself in my own life?
I don't think my next level requires proving that I'm more capable.
I think it requires expanding my capacity to direct the capability I already have toward what I want to create.
But I've discovered something else.
Capacity isn't enough either.
Because life will still interrupt us.
Which brings me to the third C:
Commitment.