I will always remember the thrill of going to see the fireworks as a child. I can still feel the cool, dampness against my back - the evening’s dew soaking through the blanket we had laid down on the field as we lay waiting for the evening’s events to begin. There was something thrilling about...
As part of my coaching class, I’m reading Working Identity: Unconventional Strategies for Reinventing Your Career by Herminia Ibarra.
The book outlines how conventional strategies of preparing and planning for major career changes are counterproductive to the change process. I’m only half way through the book, but I’ve already had multiple ‘ah-has’ and would recommend it to anyone who is thinking about changing their career.
As I was reading, I stumbled on the following passage. The author described:
…a parable about a woman swimming across a lake with a rock in her hand. As the woman neared the center of the lake, she started to sink from the weight of the stone. People watching from the shore urged her to drop the rock, but she kept swimming, sinking more and more. To the gathering crow, the solution was obvious. Their “drop the rock” chorus grew louder and louder with her increasing difficulty staying afloat. But all their yelling did little good. As she sank, they heard her say, “I can’t. It’s mine.”
During my mindfulness class (which is now, sadly over), we learned about a Buddhist story about the two darts. When I heard it, it was like a mental slap to the forehead. “Duh!” It was so simple and so profound!
Essentially, the first dart that hits us is an event, situation, or difficulty that is unavoidable. It could be a loss, death, illness – you name it - anything that is ultimately out of our control but happens to us anyway, because life is life.
“Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.” Bill Nye
Could you imagine what it would be like if we opened ourselves to the experiences of others? What could you learn? What would you find out about the deep diversity of people’s lives and thoughts?
The way you are is not the result of what has happened to you, it’s the result of what you keep inside you. – unknown
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to participate in a day-long, mindfulness retreat. It was an entire day of silence and meditation. (To be honest, I was a skeptic of this strategy until recently. It was a beautifully restful and rejuvenating day!)
One of the meditations we were asked to experiment with was one on forgiveness. It was a deeply personal and humbling experience. In summary, we were asked to reflect on three
I'm taking a training on mindfulness and we read this poem today. It resonated with me, and I believe offers us some interesting advice:
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Like many of you, I watched as American skater Jeremy Abbott took a pretty massive fall on the ice during the Sochi Olympics. I cringed during every replay and finally groaned out loud after the fifth or sixth take. (Did we really have to pour all that salt into his wounded pride?)
Whether it’s an internationally broadcasted blunder or a small mix-up at the office we all have to accept that we make mistakes. It’s part of life. But it’s not the mistake that should define who