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On Hiatus

It’s that time. Since December I’ve been preparing myself and have been being prepared for the experience of birthing a child and transforming into a parent. It’s been intense. And eye-opening. And thrilling. And the child isn’t even here yet!

Over recent months, I’ve gradually pared back my professional activities, choosing to  follow my intuitive awareness that I needed extra space to integrate and consciously sink into this new reality. I ceased new business development in May and wrapped up existing client work earlier this month. And since then? Since then I’ve largely been dragging my heels. I have this excellent to-do list written on the back of an envelope of final tasks I need to complete prior to taking a maternity leave. But for days and weeks I’ve found complete inertia when it comes to checking these items off the list. I just haven’t been ready to temporarily close shop. Or to have a baby, for that matter.

 

37 Weeks Pregnant

I look ready!

 

But now it’s time. 85% of babies are born in the two weeks before or after the official “due date” and I am now less than two weeks away from my own due date. While most first time mothers go a bit late, my own mother always went early and there’s really no telling whether labor will begin for me today or in three weeks. Importantly, rumor has it the baby won’t wait simply because I’ve resisted setting up my email auto-responder or changing my outgoing voicemail greeting. But I also (thankfully!) now feel ready. There’s been both a physical and emotional shift in the last week and I’ve had the desire and focus to tackle my list.

So as of the end of this week, consider me on hiatus. I intend to be entirely out of commission for August and September and very possibly October, depending on how my body, mind and spirit respond to this experience of bringing a child into the world.

May these upcoming weeks for you be filled with light and goodness. I look forward with anticipation to establishing the next chapter of Get There From Here with you all upon my return!

The Mundane

Unless you’re a Spanish Civil War history buff or a voracious consumer of literary journalism, Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell may not have made it onto your book shelf. My husband is of the latter persuasion so when I was perusing the shelves recently, he suggested Orwell’s account of his experience of joining the militia during the Spanish Civil War.

 

 

Truth be told, the book is not the easiest to read. I’m missing a lot of historical context and terminology which makes the political maneuvering difficult to comprehend without creating flow charts and keeping a cultural dictionary nearby. Thankfully, however, Orwell keeps much of the narrative focused on the action of war. Toward the end of the book, he reflects upon a skirmish in Barcelona this way:

“When you are taking part in events like these you are, I suppose, in a small way, making history, and you ought by rights to feel like an historical character. But you never do, because at such times the physical details always outweigh everything else…What I was chiefly thinking about was not the rights and wrongs of this miserable internecine scrap, but simply the discomfort and boredom of sitting day and night on that intolerable roof, and the hunger which was growing worse and worse…”

The narrative of our lives is centered in the mundane. It is hard to be conscious of the greater stories unfolding while we are in the midst of them because we must eat and sleep and talk and work and laugh and clean. This does not mean that we are not undergoing transformation or making a significant difference in the world. It simply means we’re human.

Documenting Metamorphosis

Change can be elusive when it comes to keeping track. Sure, there are those moments when something suddenly shifts in a big way – like the way priorities sink into place at times of illness or death or someone speaks a truth that we’ve never been able to hear before and it blows our mind. More often than not, it seems we awake suddenly realizing there’s been some massive alteration and are able to see, in retrospect, that we’ve been traveling toward such changes for quite some time. It’s just that we’d had no idea they were occurring or how significant the change was.

I recently received a surprising lesson in this process. At nearly five months pregnant, my body has been undergoing rapid changes from the get-go. It’s been the unseen physical changes that I’ve been tuned into the most: the fatigue, nausea, increased flexibility, shortness of breath, random cramping and the recent wiggling of the growing baby. Sure, the pile of clothes I can no longer fit into has grown larger with every passing week, and I’m fascinated by my changing shape, but when my husband snapped a recent photo of me (part of series to keep track of the physical progress), I was shocked at how “little” I looked pregnant compared to how pregnant I felt, and I said as much.

 

Week 19 – you’ll notice the “belly band” keeping these unbuttoned pants up, even though they are two sizes larger than my pre-pregnancy jeans.

 

Scott laughed at this and immediately scrolled back to the photo he took at five weeks pregnant, just days after I had gotten a positive pregnancy test, at a time when I was aware that my most comfortable jeans were already getting a tad tight.

 

Week 5 – just the beginning!

 

I almost fell over from shock. Even though none my pants have fit since the end of December and nearly all of my shirts are too short, I quite simply had no awareness of the degree to which my body had actually changed shape. I harbored no recollection of ever being so…skinny. Tiny. Straight. It seemed preposterous.

This got me thinking. If keeping track of the incredibly rapid changes to my very visible, physical body had proved elusive, what does that mean about the other, less visible ways we evolve? If we can’t remember where we started, how do we know how far we’ve traveled? Tangentially, is it even useful to have such knowledge?

I have little trouble answering that last question. I do believe it’s useful to be aware of our significant alterations and to pay moderate attention to our growth and development. It boosts us for the continuation of the journey. It helps us have compassion for those at different places along the path. It gives us a road map to hand off to others who might want or need one. It keeps us simultaneously grounded and keyed into the bigger story unfolding.

In regards to the “how” of documenting metamorphosis, I imagine that varies from person to person and the individual narrative that is undergoing transformation. Sometimes photographs work. Or examining one’s own creative output. Often, words do. A quick perusal through my own journals from 10 years ago reminds me of where I was and how much I’ve changed. For that reason in part, I often have my clients write their “current” story – be it a personal or business story. It provides a concrete record of where we started. Similarly, it always gives me great joy to look at a client’s evolution through the lens of my notes taken throughout a coaching engagement.

You have changed, too. It’s a requirement of life. So how do you know that you or your organization has undergone some transformation? Or how much has changed? How have you documented your own metamorphoses?

Pregnancy (Or How Wanting and Getting Something Are Two Very Different Things)

My immediate reaction to the knowledge that I was, indeed, pregnant was one of shock. The next one involved that heavy, sinking feeling you get in your stomach when you realize you have made a wrong turn and there’s no easy way to fix it. I sat at my computer comparing my dollar store pregnancy test to googled images of other positive tests and burst into tears.

Women everywhere, since the beginning of time, have been shocked and dismayed at their wanted and unwanted pregnancies, I am certain. My pregnancy falls into the “wanted” category and after nine months of “trying” and one miscarriage, you’d think I’d have caught on to the fact that continued unprotected sex would almost assuredly result in pregnancy. I wasn’t born yesterday, after all.

But becoming a parent wasn’t a given for me. It’s been a careful process of evolution into an awareness that I would like to embark on this mysterious journey of life-altering significance. I looked deep into my soul. I considered the person I want to be and the life I want to live. I casually interviewed other parents and made studious observations. And at the end of the day, I realized that yes – yes! – I would very much like to throw my hat into this particular ring. But somehow wanting something and getting something are two very different things.

Hence the torrent of tears.

By now I’ve had several months to let the news sink in and the worst of the misnomered “morning” sickness pass. The shock and dismay are largely gone and I’ve allowed that, while this will undoubtedly change my life in ways too numerous to count, it will likely not ruin it. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

Or so I am led to believe by numerous things I’ve gotten but never even considered wanting: the wide-eyed wonder I saw in my husband’s eyes when we heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time; the irrepressible shout of joy from my best friend upon first hearing the news; the encouragement from other men and women who have already traveled this road; the extra long hugs my father gives; my mother’s repeated requests for pictures of my growing belly; and mostly, my own inner sense of calm matched with a deep, abiding joy that overtakes me at the most surprising moments.

What Really Matters

You already know what’s important to you. Because you have been told what’s important to you. By the media. By your friends. By your partner. By your parents. By pundits. Maybe even by me.

There are so many voices competing for your mind share, particularly around the New Year, telling you what you should care about, change and go after that it can be hard to hear your own voice.

Last year around this time I blogged about New Year’s Resolutions and when it’s good not to make them.  This year I want to encourage you to orient your life around what really matters.

Sounds kinda simple, right? Often, no.

The initial problem rests with all those other voices, with the competition we face in identifying what’s really important to us. How can you focus your energy on making time and space for your creative work or  solidifying and growing your creative business or integrating your creative self into your life if the cultural narrative you are being peddled is one of short-term fixes and surface-level adjustments?



(Perhaps getting to more than the most important stuff can work if you are a Hindu god with multiple arms. Alas, you are not. Recommendation: stick the stuff that really matters.)



If you are truly ready to get to what’s important in 2011, step one is to actually identify the stuff that matters to you.

Next week I’ll be rolling out an offering for a group coaching program to equip you with a new story and strategic roadmap for getting to the deeply important creative, vocational and entrepreneurial goals you have for yourself, your business and your life in 2011.  As a group, we’re going to start, here, too, with identifying what actually matters.

For now, I encourage you to take some quiet space to do a quick inventory of this last year as it relates to what’s important to you. Here are some guiding questions:

  • If every moment of your year had been calendered, would a review of that calendar reveal that your time had reflected those deep, creative and difference-making priorities you set out for yourself?


  • When did you feel most alive or creatively engaged over the last 12 months? What were you doing? What was the environment like? Were you alone or working on a team?


  • What dragged you down the most? Was there a project or work that was soul-sucking? Be specific and detail the context and environment.


  • What did you not do that you wish you had?


  • How did you change and grow in ways that prepare you for getting to the stuff that matters in 2011?



I invite you to use your answers as building blocks for crafting your own story that you submit at Tell A Story. It will be an inspiration to others, I am certain!

Finally, as we sit at the threshold of a new year, I want to thank you — all of you — who have followed and participated in the growth of Get There From here throughout 2010. I’m deeply privileged to be doing this work that you make possible. Happy New Year!

Can you choose something you’ve never seen?

Around the time my then-boyfriend and I were deciding to get married, I found myself highly observant of couples everywhere. Coming from a family with myriad divisions and splits (read: divorce), I thirsted for examples of couples who’d “made it.” Couples who not only stayed together – because, let’s face it, the defining hallmark of a good marriage isn’t length – but couples who’d built resilient, generative relationships that stood the test of time. I was a bit afraid it might not be possible.  I also wanted examples of feminist couples, which is to say examples of couples who didn’t let gender define the rules of engagement. To be honest, I felt like I was on a search for the holy grail.





I was reminded of this search today when I went hunting for an old New York Times article I’d read on shared parenting. I have a client who is seeking to figure out the right alchemy of child-rearing, career advancement, and financial sustainability and I thought this article might provide some new ideas. Twenty minutes later, I found I’d reread the entire piece. This paragraph stuck out to me:

The obstacles to equity are enmeshed and interwoven, almost impossible to separate from one another. Deutsch did a study of 150 couples who tried sharing to various degrees, and her results suggest that social norms play a large part in why so few marriages are truly equal. Choices are made in a context. It is rare that you choose something you have never seen.

With 2011 right around the corner, folks everywhere are looking to make different choices in their lives: the New Year tends to heighten our cultural obsession with self-improvement. I am convinced, however, that committing to those choices is exponentially harder if we do not have a picture of what’s possible that actually resonates with us. It’s one of the reasons I often ask my clients to identify characters in a movie who have faced similar obstacles – so there exists the tiniest bit of a narrative they can begin to weave into the construction of their own story.

My experience of marriage certainly bears this out. While no couple can mirror back to you the relationship you can or will have with your own partner, I believe I was wise to go on my search. In the early years, finding examples of the kind of relationship my husband and I were creating gave me hope and fuel, but mostly let me know that what I feared might be impossible was, in fact, possible. Today, my search is more about taking note of partnerships that have qualities I want to cultivate in my own. And every new example spurs me forward.

If you’re seeking to make big changes in 2011 or are knowingly facing a transition, I invite you to go on your own search. Find examples, role models, fictional characters. See as much of what’s possible so that you can truly create the most authentic path available to you.

A Heavy-Handed Analogy for Choosing a Direction

It’s been over a year since we moved in to our house and my husband and I are finally ready to paint the downstairs. We painted the 2nd floor rooms in distinct, bold colors before moving in and have now grown tired of looking at creamy white walls on the 1st level. Living in an open-style row home with rooms that flow together, we want three complimentary colors for the sun room, living room and dining room.

So two nights ago, off we went to Lowe’s, which has a nice selection of affordable, no-VOC paints. We opted for samples, preferring to err on the side of caution (note: I’ve painted entire rooms only to later discover I don’t like the color).

Lowe’s visit #1:
Sand and Sage, Creamy Chocolate, Foreshadow

Totally didn’t work. All the colors were darker and more purple than we’d ever have imagined. They reminded me of eyeshadow I wore in the 10th grade.

Lowe’s visit #2:
Azure Snow, Shoreline Haze, Tea Stain

Or so we thought. Turns out the dude behind the paint counter, who appeared hopped up on speed, actually skipped Shoreline Haze and gave us Tea Stain twice. But these colors we liked. There was nothing dark enough for the living room, however, and I wasn’t convinced that Shoreline Haze, the original color we expected to sample, would cut it either.

Lowe’s visit #3:
Shoreline Haze, Fairmont Penthouse Stone

Looking good! Seven samples later and we’ve actually found a palette we can commit to. We’ll be buying gallons this evening.

(The Wall of Samples)

I promised a heavy-handed analogy so here it is: choosing your paint colors is much like choosing your direction in life. Here are some parallel lessons:

Lesson 1: It’s a good idea to do a little sampling.
I was really tempted to take our first choices, spend many hours, roughly $120 on several gallons of paint and just hope for the best. I would have been very disappointed and frustrated. I also would have found some way to blame my husband for this error, since disappointment and frustration always bring out my best.

Lesson 2: Sampling too much may not be helpful.
Truth be told, there’s a part of me that would prefer to sample about 10 more colors. At least. But experience tells me that 10 more colors won’t make me any happier with the final result because choosing something always means not choosing something else. No matter what excellent choice I make, I’m missing out on another good possibility.

Lesson 3: You can always change your paint colors.
Let’s say it turns out Fairmont Penthouse Stone makes us feel like we’re hanging out in a cardboard box drinking out of a mug with more than one Tea Stain while we’re being smothered by a Shoreline Haze. Well, then it’s back to Lowe’s we go. A hassle? Yes. Doable? Absolutely.

Mindful of Loss

When preparing to blog, I tend to start with what’s present for me in the moment and I was surprised this evening to discover that what’s present for me is a sense of loss. There were some obvious and unsurprising memories that surfaced when I keyed in on this awareness, but I also sensed the little losses and the good losses, like those one incurs simply by growing up.

It feels like a contended mindfulness of loss.

In End of the Summer, one of my favorite songs by Dar Williams, she perfectly and poetically expresses this feeling for me:

It’s the end of the summer, you can spin the light to gold.

Loss is a part of the human story. Sometimes we feel it tear through us. Sometimes we ignore it. And sometimes, we set up a lawn chair next to it with a warm smile, offer it a glass of sweet tea and say howdy.

Hospice for Change

Last Friday, my husband and I – a one-car family – traded in our 1997 Saturn SL with 211,338 miles. We’d purchased it used in 2002 just before we’d gotten married and held onto it for so long for one primary reason: the damn car just wouldn’t die. But there were other reasons, too. It still averaged 30 mpg. It was made of plastic so you could just pop any dents out. We hadn’t had a car payment in four years and our insurance payments were lower than our cell phone bills.

In other words, the utility of the car outweighed the lack of power locks and windows.

Until one day it didn’t.

My husband’s tipping point occurred years earlier, I’m sure. Mine revealed itself this January when the cloth seat cover on the driver’s side became so worn that the yellow foam began peeking through and I realized I owned shoes that cost more than the trade-in value (to be clear: one quote for the value of the car was $75).

So we did a serious upgrade and last Friday purchased a 2005 Volvo S40.  Not only does its status as a used car mean it’s low in VOCs, but it has power locks and windows, is absolutely gorgeous and was secured for just under the amount we’d decided to spend.

But let’s get to the heady title of this post. I was listening to Lynn Twist give a talk months ago about the opportunity within the global financial crises. She commented that we needed to hospice the old structures and the old way of being before we embarked on a new way of doing things or established new structures.  It’s imperative that we intentionally walk “the old way” to its death.

I love this paradigm and find myself applying it to my life and to my clients’ lives frequently. The car purchase was no different and so we put the Saturn in hospice care. We cleaned out the miscellany in the trunk and organized the important papers in the glove box. We made calls to our insurance company and took some pictures.

Most importantly, on the way to the Volvo dealership, Scott and I reminisced about the Saturn. We surfaced memory after memory of the car, noting how frequently it was a part of our important moments. It was our first big purchase together. It traveled with us across the country. It took me back and forth to my first office job. It hosted an endless number of arguments and life-changing conversations. It kept us safe on the road for eight years.

Change – even the best kind of change that comes with upgraded safety features and a really sexy body – requests that we be intentional. That we honor what was. That we be compassionate toward that with which we are parting and take care of ourselves in the process. That we truly say goodbye.

I’m going to start looking around a little more thoroughly to see areas of change in my life that need some hospice care – the letting go of old habits or beliefs, physical changes in my environment, outdated ways of conducting business – and see what I can do to honor their passing. I am certain I will be able to move forward more fully as a result.

What about you? What changes in your life need some hospice care?

Job Security & The Road Less Traveled

It’s nice to receive that bi-weekly paycheck, isn’t it? Knowing that, barring being fired or laid-off, you can count on money magically appearing in your account via direct deposit. It doesn’t even matter if you had a crappy week and couldn’t focus at work, because generally you deliver and it’s incredibly expensive and time intensive for your employer to replace you. Which makes you feel pretty safe and secure.

I quit my last “job” in the summer of 2006 and, shortly thereafter, received coach training and hung my shingle. I was able to do this because my husband has been the one receiving that bi-weekly paycheck. It’s taken a good amount of time for my coaching business to be profitable and, in essence, Scott single-handedly financed the early years, for which I’m unendingly grateful.

Recently, Scott began to realize that his steady paycheck was no longer what he was after, no longer what he felt passionate about, no longer worth it.  He wanted to quit his job and launch his own business and was feeling increasing internal insistence that he take a leap of faith and go for it! I couldn’t help but feel a little panicky. I mean, I may be making a living wage now, but who’s to say I will next month. And both of us being self-employed? Do people do that?!?

You can see my value for security shining through here, but at the end of the day, security isn’t one of my top values. I actually have a relatively high tolerance for risk. More importantly, I have a high value on equality. I’ve never had any expectation or desire that I follow my dreams and Scott leaves his behind – it just doesn’t seem fair. It’s also not what’s best for Scott or me or our marriage. I want a partner who goes after what he wants, who creates meaning in his life, who operates from a place of authenticity and integrity. Plus, I like a good challenge.

So I got on board (to be honest, I think I was on board before Scott since his tolerance for risk is a tad lower) and earlier this month Scott gave notice to his employer. Next month, with the backing of a full-fledged production company, he launches MassGrass Media which will equip marketing/communications firms, companies and storytellers with strategic video counsel and creative production support.

(That's Scott, closest to the camera, in the Outer Banks.)

When it comes to job security, it seems we’re taking the road less traveled. It’s not empty, but it’s definitely not anywhere close to gridlock, a fact which in and of itself can be a little disconcerting. It’s reassuring to feel part of the pack. As we’ve explored the opportunities before us, however, we’ve each had to recognize that the road less traveled isn’t necessarily less secure, it’s just different. Companies lay people off all the time; people have accidents which render them unable to work; organizations pay salaries that are below a living wage.

We’re taking a leap of faith, yes, but we did so yesterday, too. And the day before that. Considering that we can only prepare for our future but not control it, it seems to me that taking a leap of faith is simply what each and every one of us does each and every day.


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