Spinning, Sauntering, Stuck, Still: How to tell if you're doing enough.
Are you doing enough? Recently I've heard so many people - clients, fellow coaches, friends, me sometimes - despairing that they aren't doing enough. They aren't as awesome as their peers. Or as some internal ideal. Everyone else is so much more PRODUCTIVE. I've been reading books like Today Matters and Die Empty, which are inspiring and motivating and remind us to get off our butts and do something - to stop hemming and hawing and just go... But these books don't actually tell you to "just go." Because just going isn't necessarily what you need to do. There are two kinds of "just going". The first is desperate going so you can say you're moving. So you don't have to feel like you're being too much of a lump. So you can jog along and say, "See? I'm doing something!" It feels jangly. It feels electric, but in an uncomfortable, static-y way. It feels like too much caffeine. It feels like an out of control spring, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. It feels frantic. Sometimes it feels aimless - either like a hamster running in a wheel or like a pinball ricocheting off of lots of light-up bumpers, racking up "points" but getting nowhere. Let's call this kind "spinning." Spinning can feel exhilarating at first, but it quickly devolves into unfulfilled exhaustion.
The second kind of "just going" feels fresh and adventurous. Maybe there's a slight tinge of fear, but it's more like anticipation. It feels solid and grounded but light at the same time. Like setting out on a hike on a sparkling summer morning. Or picking up a paintbrush and beginning to cover a canvas with color. It feels like possibility. It feels creative and it feels fun. It's connected to something bigger. Let's call this kind "Sauntering". Sauntering is moving forward but without hurry or stress - in a relaxed, but purposeful manner. Not frantic and fast, but at a comfortable pace.
What about not going, you ask? When does that make sense? Is it always time to move?
Not necessarily. There are two kinds of "not going" too. The first kind is fear-based. It feels frozen, heavy and scared. It feels cut off. It feels like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth, or tires mired in mud. It wants to climb back under the covers. Maybe watch some TV. Let's call this kind "Stuck." Stuck is just how it sounds. And it feels awful, even when we try to avoid the feeling by snacking, napping, hiding, or distracting ourselves.
The second kind of not going is peaceful and restful. It feels clear and conscious. Being present and not doing makes more sense for the time being. It's sometimes paired with planning or visioning. It's sometimes gearing up for something big. Let's call this kind "Still." Still is quiet on purpose. It's realizing that some of the best ideas only happen when we give ourselves time to percolate, marinate, meditate - time to relax and dream.
I've felt the effects of Spinning, Sauntering, Stuck and Still in recent weeks, and what I know is that I'm so much happier when I'm shifting between sauntering and still. When I'm spinning and stuck, not so much. Here are four simple steps to help you recognize spinning and stuck and move toward sauntering and still.
1. Pay attention. Look closely at exactly what you're doing. Keep a log of your actions (or inactions) - in 15 minute increments, just for a day or two. Be honest! I can get stuck in a Facebook vortex faster than you can say, "kitten video!" And if there's printed matter in front of me, I can read until an hour or two has drifted past. It takes brutal honesty to confront where your time is actually going.
2. Ask yourself if you can align enough of your actions with your larger vision or purpose. If not, then you're probably spinning or stuck. If you don't even know what your larger vision or purpose is, it's probably time to get still and focus on that first.
3. Check in with your body and your emotions. If your feelings are positive and your body feels light, you're more likely sauntering or still. If your feelings are negative and your body feels heavy, you're more likely spinning or stuck. *Warning: Sometimes stuck and spinning can feel positive at first - kind of like the initial sugar high before the crash. Be attentive to your overall emotional state, and the feeling in your body.
4. Reflect at the end of the day, each day for a week. Are you content with the way you spent the day? Can you point to some action or some experience that feels like it's connected with your big picture goals? (Back to #2!) Do you have a nice mix of happy action (Sauntering) and relaxed recharging (Stillness)?
Just having these four categories helps me be honest with what I'm doing. Once I'm aware, I can choose to make a change. It feels great to climb into bed after a day of engaging Sauntering mixed with restorative and reflective Stillness. And it feels like enough. Days like that remind me of the quote I used to have on the wall of my classroom: "Vision without action is only a dream. Action without vision just passes the time. Vision with action can change the world."
How about you? Where do you find yourself spending more time - spinning, sauntering, stuck or still? When you're spinning or stuck, what strategies do you like to use to move back into sauntering or stillness? How do you like to address the voice that says you haven't done enough? Share your ideas in the comments, or email me, and let's continue the conversation!
What? You can fall down twice and still receive a gold medal??
My husband and I were playing Bananagrams and watching the Olympics on Valentine's Day. It was very romantic, really! (And we did the fancy cocktails and treats and assorted other romantic things too. Just so you know.) Anyway, we were watching Mens' Figure Skating. The long program. And this young man in a white and sparkly outfit (19 year old Yuzuru Hanyu of Japan) fell down. Twice. He also leaped and jumped and spun around and did all kinds of things on skates that I couldn't come close to doing, even with no skates and the aid of a very bouncy trampoline.
He received the Mens' Figure Skating gold medal. That's right, he fell down twice and got the gold. My friend Deborah and I were chatting about this the other night and talking about how we both have an old belief system in our heads that "gold medal means perfect". As in flawless. No errors, no mistakes - nothing that anyone can point to as wrong.
But that's not true. Instead, it's about risking a lot. Making big moves that earn points. Falling down loses fewer points than one might imagine. It's so much more about what you actually do accomplish.
Just like life.
We forget this. We are so afraid to risk. Afraid to fall down if we try that big jump. Afraid it will get in our way of the gold medal. But we can't possibly earn a gold medal if we're not willing to fall down. Imagine how many times Yuzuru has fallen as he's learned to skate so well? A thousand? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? I'm sure it's a lot.
If we're not willing to fall, then we end up in the sidelines watching. We don't engage fully in our lives, afraid to make a mistake that will impact our "score".
Except that it's not the Olympics, and no one is keeping score, and even if they were, we could fall down twice and still get a GOLD MEDAL!
You have to make some mistakes on the road to amazing.
For those of us who got some idea in our heads (probably at school) that mistakes were not ok, this is a revelation we have over and over. I think it needs to be embroidered on a pillow. In pretty script. You can fall down twice and still get a GOLD MEDAL! In the OLYMPICS!
Where can you let yourself do this in your life? Where can you try something new or challenging and allow yourself to fall down?
I've been doing it in dance class with The NOLA Chorus Girl Project. I am learning dances that I can intellectually understand, count out, practice, and sometimes get right, but I regularly mess up. A lot. And I've been practicing and practicing and not actually falling down, but missing steps, counts, whole phrases while I try to catch up. It's fantastic! I practiced enough (a LOT!) to almost get it right at our performance. I missed some steps (ones I'd gotten right dozens of times), but the world did not end. And I kept smiling! (I think!) so I'm giving myself a mental gold medal for that.
I'd love to hear your stories of taking risks or receiving metaphorical gold medals despite "falling". Let's keep the conversation going in the comments!
What do you really want?
My mentor, Martha Beck, wanted to stab herself in the head with a fork because of me. She even wrote a blog post about it. Sure, the post wasn’t just about me, but she’d said almost the exact same words when she was coaching me with the horse in the round pen during the Master Coach retreat, just weeks before.
When I was standing there with the horse, she’d asked me, “What do you want?” And I hemmed and hawed a little. I said, “Yes, that’s what I need to figure out.” and she jumped all over my case, telling me not to answer with a vague statement, but to figure it out right now. What do I want right now?
It’s always nice to get chastised by your mentor. But she was making a solid point.
Martha’s point was that if I’m clear with my desires, and I ask and take inspired action toward them, they are bound to happen. But if I’m wishy-washy and unclear, then nothing happens. Or wishy-washy unclear things happen.
This seems so simple, doesn’t it? Don’t we all do what we want to do? Isn’t that how we chart the course of our lives?
Not necessarily. Many of us don’t know that truly living our deepest desires is possible. We believe that we have to just kind of plug along through life – work, home, family, and maybe take a nice vacation here and there. We have duties, responsibilities. I mean really – what if everyone did what they wanted – wouldn’t the whole place descend into some sort of Lord of the Flies chaos? That’s the response I get from people.
So there's the fear of chaos, that our deepest inner desire is to just run around naked in the woods with no responsibilities. And then there's simply confusion. How do we separate our deepest wants from what's projected onto us by society or culture?
I am still figuring out how to separate what my deepest inner self wants from what my ego wants. My ego is distracted by praise, accolades-- some kind of external measure of achievement. Years of schooling and a lifetime spent in Western culture have trained me to believe that I need to work hard, achieve, do well, accomplish something, leave a legacy – all that good stuff.
When I listen closely though, my deepest inner self is not so swayed. My deepest inner self wants permission to move more slowly through life. To drink in the experience. To watch the seasons change. To marvel at flowers, butterflies, birds, blades of grass. (Ok, ok, it's true! To run around free in the woods. Maybe these Lord of the Flies people have a point...)
At the time in that round pen with Martha and Koelle and the other coaches watching, I just wanted to stand there with that horse. To gaze into his beautiful brown eyes. To nuzzle his velvety nose. I didn’t need him to run around. I didn’t even need him to follow me, although it was wonderful that he did. It was my first time in a round pen with a horse. I hadn’t gotten to the part of wanting anything more than to be there in that moment.
The other thing I wanted was to rest. Oh goodness, I wanted to rest. I’d been getting so many messages to rest. From my deceased cat, Buster. From the horse. From everyone who’d been watching me for the past 8 months. Here's what I'm finding while I continue to resist rest and watch my clients do it too: From an unrested place we can't even tell what we want. We refuse to listen to our bodies. We push some more. Or distract ourselves some more with whatever keeps us from feeling and noticing - food, shopping, Netflix, Facebook, Pinterest, activities for the kids, books, work...
So I’m curious. What do you really want? Do you really want to add in that thing, whatever it is, to all the other stuff you’re doing? What if you took some things off your plate first? What if you began with rest? My hunch is that you might be tired. (It’s a good hunch because apparently 30 percent of Americans are chronically sleep deprived.)
January's goal was to rest more. I'm revising that. It's now 2014's goal. While I'm resting, then I can listen. Listen closely to what else I really, really, really, most deeply want. Interested in joining me? Stay tuned for some intentional resting and listening opportunities. And I'm curious - are you craving rest too? And feeling guilty or unaccomplished enough because of it? Leave a comment and let's continue the discussion!
Visualizing your best holiday yet, even when the tree falls down...
The Christmas tree fell over just before guests were to arrive. And I had no time. I was like Bridgette Jones. With much to do and negative time remaining. I watched the tree fall over. I was across the room. The sound of shattering glass was heartbreaking. I called my husband in tears. Could he come home to help? Of course he could.
The irony wasn't escaping me. I was less than an hour away from hosting a Holiday Vision Board Party. I wanted my house to be an oasis of holiday cheer. The eight foot tree was the centerpiece. And it was on the floor, surrounded by needles and broken ornaments. I thought, "There's some life-coachy lesson here. What is it? Don't strive for perfection? Go on no matter what? It's not that bad?" My mind was not on board. I was a bit freaked out.
My husband came home. After some cursing and a second toppling of the tree, followed by more cursing, we got it back up and secured. Miraculously, many of the glass ornaments and most of the most irreplaceable heirloom ornaments had survived both falls. And when we plugged it in, it lit up! Truly a Christmas miracle!
But there was no time. I vacuumed quickly. I gathered the dozens of fallen and unbroken ornaments into a pile. I tried not to worry that the kitchen looked like a combat zone.
The guests arrived. I fixed drinks. I changed the beginning of the party to a "re-decorate the tree" activity. Everyone loved it!
And then, mostly to calm myself--my adrenaline was still going a mile a minute-- I led all of us in a holiday visualization. We took deep breaths. (I tried.) We climbed back into our bodies. (Everyone else was probably in their bodies already, but I had been gone for hours, lol!) We remembered a favorite holiday memory. We used all of our senses to dive back into the memory. Several of us got teary with the emotion. It was wonderful.
Try it now. Remember the sounds, sights, smells, tastes, textures - really revel in your happy memory. Now, recall the emotion you have around this memory. We recalled feelings like excitement, joy, comfort, safety, belonging, and love. It was beautiful.
Then we got down to the fun part - creating a holiday vision board! Each one was unique. One vision board simply had one image of a guy and a dog on the back of a pickup truck, because this person really wanted simplicity and the feeling of being on an adventure on the open road. Others focused on family and togetherness, or on relaxing and coziness. We had great fun. I had time to put out the food. We ate, drank, enjoyed the holiday music, the company, and the miraculously still-beautiful tree.
Would you like to envision your own best holiday yet? Grab some magazines, a glue stick, a piece of posterboard or paper, and scissors. Then print out this one page Holiday Vision Board guide. And if you email me what you create (carla@livingwildandprecious.com), I'll share it in an upcoming post! Or share your happy memory and feelings in the comments.
And if you need more help with making the holidays truly your own and making them match your life right now rather than five, ten, twenty or thirty years ago, click here for more tips, including how to avoid "holiday porn"!
My wish for you is a beautiful, just right for you holiday season!
White horses and the power of intention
I just returned from a sublime week in California, wrapping up my Master Coach training with Martha Beck herself. It was beyond special. I've had difficulty figuring out how to describe the experience with words. There was a convergence of beauty and energy of place, people, horses and nature. There was a collective intention to learn, love and share. I am beyond honored to be called a Master Coach, and of course I'm still learning and always will be. While I was working on my application for the Master Coach program back in March, I created a super-quick vision board one morning. It looked like this:
My favorite part of it was this woman draped in filmy orange fabric, a beautiful white horse behind her, its eyes peacefully closed. This was my intention for the horse coaching that I knew would come at the end of our training. At that point I just wanted to survive the horse coaching. I didn't know too much about it except that you couldn't hide anything from a horse. I had a crazy idea that the horses would gaze deep into my soul, find me wanting, and ignore me or run away. So this image , which I gazed at for many months leading up to my horse experience, well, it was there to comfort me. Maybe I would be like gauzy-dress-woman and a white horse would follow me. Peaceful. (I ignored the reality that the horse was probably blinking from the wind machine that had the model's hair going all crazy like that.)
So, the months went on. I completed myriad assignments. I received helpful feedback. I cried some. I hid some. I stepped out some. I tried all kinds of crazy ideas. I took some risks. I did my best to be present and to show up. And finally, the time came to show up in person at Martha's ranch.
I arrived just a little bit early with Erin, a fellow Master-Coach-to-be who was familiar with the ranch and the horses, as she's an expert Equus coach. (Thank you, Universe, for making those arrangements!) We had time to go see the beautiful labyrinth, which meant walking through a fenced area with horses. Two white horses!
So there I was. Me and a white horse. No boundaries between us. Plenty of room for it to ignore me and stay far away, disappointed with my lack-luster soul.
Ah, but that's not what happened. No. This horse came right up to me. Snuffled my face with his sweet velvety nose. Exhaled his grassy breath onto my cheek. (How had I never had that incredible experience before?) We took a selfie together. Erin said it appeared that he was very agreeably posing with me.
Wow. We hadn't even gotten to the horse coaching day and my vision had come true, minus orange see-through dress and wind machine.
Now I see white horses everywhere. I saw this beautiful one yesterday.
I bet he dresses up like a unicorn for Halloween!
I saw a spotted white and tan horse today, but didn't take a picture. I'm seeing them everywhere, in catalogs, in paintings. Nearly every day, a white horse. For now, they're talismans of what's possible, just like it said in the appropriately orange words I glued across gauzy-girl's waist. "Think what's possible." So much is possible. Me. A master coach. Hanging out for a weekend with Martha, Koelle, Jennifer, Bridgette. And my wonderful Master Coach cohort. Learning. Teaching. Sharing. Being.
So much is possible.
Vision boards help me with my intentions. They provide images for me to connect with, perhaps even on a subconscious level. And they are so much fun! If you're in the New Orleans area and love vision boards and wigs and dancing, it's still not too late to sign up for WIGS and WIGS this Thursday, November 14. Who knows what you might put on your board that may come true in the best way? Intention is a powerful tool.
And if you see a white horse, please say hello for me!