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What if curiosity is all you need?

CuriosityInviting curiosity…

When I’m about to start working with a group that I have never worked with before I’m usually feeling a little anxious.  I’m wanting to be there, but my needs for predictability, connection, contribution, they are all flaring up in that moment in part because I don’t know for sure what is coming next.

One of the ways I try and bring some ease in those circumstances is to invite my curiosity.

Who is out there?

What did they have for lunch?

I wonder what their hurts are?

What will I learn from them?

What will I discover about myself through our interaction?

How might I make a difference in someone’s life today?

Being purposeful about being curious shifts my energy from a sensation of constriction to a sensation of openness and possibility.

Friend or foe…

Imagine going into a job interview.

Imagine going on a blind date.

Imagine you are walking on the street and someone is walking towards you yelling loudly in a language you don’t understand.

Imagine you are approaching a customer service rep at the counter after delayed or cancelled flights and there is no clear indication of how you are going to get home.

Imagine you feel guilty about something you could have done, an action you should have taken.

Being curious doesn’t equate with putting yourself in harms way. It doesn’t excuse bad service.  It doesn’t deny the reality of difficult circumstances.  It can however invite us to see the humanness in others and it invites us to acknowledge the humanness in ourselves.

In unknown, awkward, or difficult circumstances our starting point is often fear or anxiousness.  Our amygdala, part of the limbic region in our brain, is playing a constant stream of “Am I safe?  Do I belong?  Am I safe?  Do I belong?”  In other words we’re a little on edge and we’re checking each other out to assess friend or foe.

When compassion feels hard…

Am I not just advocating being compassionate?  Nope.  I appreciate the language of compassion and empathy. On some level I resonate with the statement “All you need is love.”  But in my reality, and I suspect it is the same for others, sometimes I can’t jump right into love.  I have my own things going on – maybe I’m triggered by the circumstances and/or what someone has said – and so love, compassion, empathy feel hard to connect with in those moments.

What I can direct my energy towards however is curiosity.  I don’t have to love you or even like you in that moment.  But if I can be curious, it feels like I’m leaving a door open, I’m open to possibilities.  If I’m there with curiosity, then I’m listening with a willingness to be changed.

Our human needs for sense and meaning making, for learning and growth – these are the foundations for curiosity. I think curiosity is also interwoven with empathy, but sometimes we can’t jump right into each others experiences from a place of shared resonance.  But I can be curious.  I can be wondering what is going on for you.

And when I’m in one of my own funks, when things are not going right, or actually might feel terribly wrong, I can be curious about what might be going on for me.  Which of my needs are not being met?   You have the same options when you’re in a funk, when things are not going right – what might your present experience be asking of you?  Which needs of yours are not being met?

And by the way your brain seems to function well under conditions of curiosity as well  at least from the stand point of learning and memory.

So the next time you’re feeling a little on guard or triggered be curious about the person sitting across from you.  And if you are being really hard on yourself, be curious about the person in the mirror.

Willing to try being purposeful with your curiosity?  Let me know how it goes in the comments below…

© Dr. Catherine Hajnal 2015. All rights reserved.

 

Gender and Grief: Do Men Grieve Differently?

IMG_3056I’ve been thinking about men a lot lately.  Yes, I know, I can hear the snickers.  I want to highlight that June 15 – 21 is Men’s Health Week in Canada (and other parts of the world too.)  Men are under-represented in the use of health care services.  I’m about to start another all gender bereavement support group and men are usually under-represented in these groups as well.

So where are the men?  Maybe they don’t grieve.  They are strong and non-emotional beings anyway right? Crying – forget about it!

Let’s bust open that myth right now.  Men experience loss too and when any one of us loses something that matters to us, we grieve.  Period.  There are no gender implications.  The process of grieving however will look different on each of us.  Here too there are no absolutes by gender – all men do not grieve in one way just as all women do not grieve in another.

I have read research articles about men and grief.  I have reflected on the experiences of the men who have come to the bereavement support groups I have facilitated.  I’ve spoken with men and women about men and grief.  Here are some of the themes that have emerged:

  • Men are expected to be emotionally strong in order to support their spouse/family/friends/colleagues.  Appearing strong and attempting to not overburden others in the context of support involves hiding feelings of grief and anger.  Shame is felt at showing weakness such as expressing emotions – at being vulnerable.
  • Men’s attachment roles are often downgraded.  For example the father who has experienced the loss of a child through stillbirth.  Or the son who was not the primary caregiver to his father.  There can be a projection by others that these attachments matter less and therefore hurt less.  He, after all, was not pregnant.  He, after all, was not the one who emptied the bed pan.
  • Self-blame can loom large.  He believes he should have done more – worked hard, spoken louder, spent more time, gotten to the hospital faster… – infinite possibilities.  The voice of “if only…”

And yet – having offered these themes about men, I need to acknowledge that they can apply to women too.  I have heard women speak about how they have had to be strong for their children at the death of the spouse/father.  While expressing emotions seems to be more acceptable for women, there can be references to “Don’t be so dramatic,” or “You need to get over it.  It is time to stop crying.”  If society is more open to women expressing their emotions, there seem to be limits here too.

Women experience disenfranchised grief as well – when the loss is not recognized or acknowledged by others.  Miscarriage can fall into this category.  If acknowledge as a loss, some see it as insignificant, not a ‘big deal’.  Friends or colleagues might express surprise at the depth of grief that is present.  Job loss, as another example, can be a disenfranchised loss for either gender.  You’ve lost a job – no big deal – you can get another even better one.  This is an opportunity!

And I have yet to meet a griever – of any ilk – who has not dipped into self-blame in a voice of regret or a voice of “If only…”

What if its not about gender?

Some guiding principles for each and everyone of us…

My longing is that each of us can discover that place, a sweet spot, where we find some ease in our own individual experiences of grief while recognizing part of what can contribute to that ease is to hear and work with the stories and experiences of others.  It is not about comparing and judging one’s grief story versus another’s, rather it is about discovering the shared resonance, the place of shared meaning in, and understanding of, the losses that have occurred.

I also long for each of us to come to an understanding of the emotions of grief where we are not shamed or made to feel a sense of constriction around expressing any emotion.  Sure, we can talk about healthy and unhealthy ways to express emotions, but the underlying premise is that all emotions are valid and valuable.  Some of us will explore and express those emotions verbally, some of us might do so in more physical ways, and yet others might have a quieter, less expressive process.

Lest there be any questions about why I linked health and bereavement in the first place, let me add that grieving  is a normal, healthy human process.  It serves a purpose and as such contributes to health – mental, physical, and spiritual.

And last, but certainly not least, it is for each of us as individuals to decide what constitutes a loss that matters. Wouldn’t it be lovely if society as a whole could embrace this and perhaps begin with an empathetic question around possible pain rather than disregarding or minimizing because there is judgement about the scale and scope of loss?

Please do not take any of this to imply that conversations about gender and grief are not warranted.  More research looking at different groups and their experience of grief can continue to contribute to our broader understanding.  I personally want to create safe containers for individuals to come to and process their grief.  I recognize that might mean considering gender in the mix.  A men’s only grief group is a valid approach.  I just know that whenever I start talking about gender and grief I feel pulled to acknowledge that grief is not easy for any of us – regardless of gender, age, or culture.  And while grief doesn’t have to be hard, we do feel losses.  That is the core of grief.

I welcome your thoughts/comments on gender and grief.

 

© Dr. Catherine Hajnal 2015. All rights reserved.

 

What if being sad is as worthy as being grateful?

I’ve noticed several posts on social media relating to gratitude and being grateful as we launch into 2015.  I made my own contribution offering that the words “I am grateful for _______” (fill in the blank) could be a great way to start the year.   I was intrigued by one post’s suggestion to start a gratitude jar that you could put little notes of expressions of gratitude into over the course of the year and then review them at the end of the year.  The visual of the growing gratitude in the jar appeals to me. what if being sad is as worthy as being grateful

Having a gratitude practice can be considered a positive way to be in the world and it is often described as part of being mindful or present to what is unfolding in your life.  Gratitude can also help to reframe a difficult or challenging set of circumstances.  Seeing the learning in a trying scenario, or appreciating the flashes of positive in an other wise difficult situation can be a way to cope and bring some ease.

I had a recent experience with a holiday not turning out as expected.  No where in the vision of the holiday was there a dead car battery, a flood in the basement, a lingering cold, an eye infection, and a sprained ankle.

I’m all for having a gratitude practice but I’ll be honest, I was having a hard time being genuinely grateful when I reflected on the various trials and tribulations of the holiday.  Sure I came up with the gratitude words – gratitude for the services being available, gratitude for the sprain not being worse – but the felt sense of gratitude wasn’t there.  When I expressed the words, there was a sensation of suppression or denial, like some part of me was not getting the acknowledgement it was needing. The words felt hollow. I was grudgingly grateful!

Here’s a gentle caution around gratitude.  Sometimes we’ll focus on the “positive” or “good” as a strategy to avoid what we are truly feeling in the moment.  A gratitude practice can be used to try and bypass having to step into expressions of pain, sadness, anger, or frustration.  That’s not positive thinking or reframing, that is denial.

Sometimes crap happens.  The place to start is to acknowledge the pain, or sadness, the losses – the things that didn’t turn out as expected.  They are just as important and worthy of expression as any expression of gratitude.  Absolutely step into gratitude when you are ready.  I can be thankful for the roadside assistance I was able to call when I needed a boost for the car, but I needed to start by acknowledging that having to call for road-side assistance was not fun and that I felt frustrated and anxious in the circumstances.

So what did I do when I got home from my holiday?  Did I give up on the gratitude jar idea?  Nope, but I did modify it slightly.  It took the form of starting two jars – an Expressions of Gratitude jar and an Expressions of Loss and Grief jar.  I reflected on my trip and expressed both the good and the painful.  Both jars are important.  Both jars are worthy.  As a set the jars are a form of self-empathy honoring all of my experiences and the emotions associated with them.

Invitation:  when you invite yourself to express gratitude, check-in and see if there is anything else needing expression too.  Honor all of your emotions.

 

 

Text and Images  Copyright © Dr. Catherine Hajnal 2015

Living Your Dash

I can’t remember when I first heard about the poem The Dash  by Linda Ellis.  What I do know is that every time I read it I renew my desire to live my life on purpose –  to continue to do work that feeds my soul, to do one thing a day that scares me (encouraging my evolution), to step into the emotions that feel difficult or uncomfortable, to let the good stuff sink in including expressing gratitude and love, and to see the possibility in whatever is showing up in my life.

Here’s the general gist of the poem.  (I encourage you to read it in its entirety here.)  On a tombstone there is a beginning date and an end date.  In between those two dates is a dash.  That tiny dash represents the fullness of your life.  The question the poem raises is what do you want to do with your dash?

The intention here is not to instill fear of the end-date (the second date on your tombstone).  Stirring up panic and a sense of scarcity of time is not the vibe I personally want to have clouding my dash.  The reality however is we generally don’t know when our end-date is coming.  We imagine living a long and fruitful life and yet anything could happen.

Here’s the approach I’ve taken.  I’ve asked myself what do I want to be doing now so that if I found out I was terminally ill and going to die within a month or two I would have some degree of ease because I had been living my life on purpose, because I had been making choices in awareness of the reality of not knowing when the end will come.  I don’t think it is possible to live without regret (the words that come of my mouth some times – yeesh!), yet I do think it is possible to minimize regret through actions like vulnerability, compassion, empathy, and a willingness to ask for re-do’s or acknowledge mistakes.

Do the people you love and who matter the most to you know it through your words and actions?

Is the work you are doing feeling your spirit – does it make your heart sing?

Are you learning from and in the discomfort that life gives?

Are you being gentle with yourself?  Do you acknowledge your self-worth?

Are you having fun?

I ask these questions not to invoke shame or a sense of “not enough”, rather they are invitations to reflect on how you are living your dash.  You are worthy and enough no matter how you are living your dash.  AND you have agency in how you live your dash.   I realize sometimes it can feel like you have anything but power and possibility in your life.  This is the gentle reminder that there is always choice.  That you can bring “creator” energy to your daily life.

Dream like you’ll life forever.  Live as if you’ll die tomorrow.  ~James Dean

I’ll be speaking on this topic on Sunday February 23rd as part of the service at the Centre For Spiritual Living Vancouver.  Please join me if you are interested in reflecting on how you live your dash.  [11 AM Creekside Community Centre, Olympic Village, Vancouver]

Doing or Saying One Thing A Day That Scares You

With all the writing in the popular press about the New Year and setting resolutions, intentions, or defining goals  I couldn’t help stopping to reflect on how I treat the start of the new year.  I do use it a time of reflection – to stop and look back over the past year and to launch a few intentions, dreams and desires for 2014.  The reality is I do this type of reflecting regularly.  It’s about living my life on purpose.  I stop and ask myself what it means for me in this moment to be “on purpose”.  The New Year is a spark to step into that reflection.

Because I’m reflecting regularly, the outcome is often to renew or reshape some intention I have expressed before.  For example one intention I keep coming back to is Do One Thing a Day That Scares Me.  Here’s why…

That intention has inspired me to be vulnerable.  To speak my truth.  To express my gifts.  To let people know they matter to me.  In summary – to take risks that come from revealing an inner part of myself.  It has indeed been scary.  And wonderful!

When I set that intention at the beginning of 2011 part of me had ideas like bungee jumping and other physical activities in mind.  I had begun reading the work of Brené Brown on vulnerability and shame and I had been studying Non-Violent Communication for a few years, endeavouring to put it into practice.  I came to realize what I had to say and how I reached out for connection – that I reached out for connection period! – were some of the scariest things I could ever do.  Do one thing a day that scares me and Say one thing a day that scares me became interchangeable.

It meant noticing when I hesitated to make a phone call to a potential client, reminding myself of my intention, and then going for it even though I was scared.  It meant submitting proposals for workshops and risking the rejection.  It meant telling the people I love that I love them.  It meant having conversations with a friend with cancer when I was anxious about saying the “wrong” thing.   In all of these cases it could have been easier, less anxious, indeed less scary to just not do anything.

So why did I do them?  Because I had set an intention?  Is that what motivated me?  I set my intention because I was curious about discovering what holds me back in my life.  As I stepped further into that exploration, I discovered that a rather persistent voice was present.  It was so persistent is was almost like white noise.  I didn’t realize it was always there, the default station playing on my inner radio.  And its public service or should I say dis-service message was “I am not enough.”

It is the voice of shame.  It is the voice that can have me feeling “less than”. It is the voice that believes I won’t find connection, that I won’t be liked, that I won’t belong because of some aspect of self.  Powerfully un-empowering stuff!

And so what did I do with this discovery?  In Catherine world I read books on the subject and I take workshops.  And I talk to my “digestors” – a small group of people with whom I feel a sense of safety and being held.  (More on this group in a future post and why you might want to consider having such a group too.)  My curiosity drives my learning and growth. My digestors give me the space to express what is percolating for me in that learning and growth process.  They listen.  They provide empathy.  And when asked, they offer ideas, possibilities, advice, solutions.   Through all of that I integrate.  I endeavour to be gentle with myself.  I move forward.

I’ve learned a great deal about shame and vulnerability in these last few years.  Whatever I learn about myself becomes part of the work that I offer to the world.  It is why I love being a Life Coach.  I get to keep working on me (which even with its trials and tribulations I have a thirst to do) and then share that learning with my clients.

I hope you are seeing the value in stopping to reflect and launching your intentions, dreams, and desires.  They can be an amazing catalyst for what comes next in your life.  So I invite you to reflect on what it means to be “on purpose” in your own life.  And why not consider doing one thing a day that scares you in the coming months?  Wonder where it might take you…

To facilitate your journey I have a few offerings coming up that might be of interest:

1) Four consecutive Monday evenings – a program on vulnerability and shame for men through Manology beginning on January 13th, 2014.  We look at that voice of “I am not enough” and how to strengthen the voice of “I am enough.”  We’ll walk the bridge of shame resilience.

2) A one day workshop entitled “Life is One Big Improv” on March 8, 2014.  This will be an interactive workshop that will blend theory with practice.  We’ll explore shame and vulnerability concepts and then use a variety activities including improvisational theatre techniques as a way to try that learning on.  An opportunity to discover where you hold yourself back – an opportunity to do one thing (or two) that scares you!  A day to celebrate being enough.

More details can be found on my Schedule page.

Warmly and purposefully,

Catherine

 

 

Life is ONE BIG IMPROV

Think about where you were and what you were doing exactly one year ago.  Did you know then what you would be doing right now?  Did you know then what life was going to bring your way in the last 12 months?

Maybe you had an inkling.  Or you set some intentions so you had a rough idea of what you were hoping you’d be doing and where you’d be on the journey of life right now.

But for the most part, we have no way of predicting with clarity exactly what life will hold.  Let me speak for myself anyway – I generally have no idea what I’m going to be doing a year from now.  Yes, I have a plan.  Yes, I set intentions.  And when I launch those intentions out into the Universe I always add “This or something better.”  I’m open in my life to those things that are nowhere on my horizon right now.  I’ve come to love those things – those people – those possibilities – that I can’t image in this moment.

Let me give you an example. I’d just finished my swim at Kits Beach Pool on Saturday late afternoon and was contemplating leftovers.  Checked my phone and there’s an invite to dinner.

Everyday I read something or get a call or email from someone that takes me to an idea, a website, a possibility that wasn’t on the horizon at all before that moment.  And here’s the thing, I want to fully step into those moments.  I want to say yes to those moments. I wanted to say YES to dinner but….

Sometimes the voices of NO are way louder than the voices of YES.  Now sometimes a NO truly is a NO.  But sometimes, and for me often times, the NO is accompanied by the voices of

  • I can’t do that.
  • Not possible.
  • I don’t have experience or the skills.
  • I’m scared.
  • I’m not creative enough.
  • I’m not ________ enough.  Submit your descriptor here! 

In other words the NO is accompanied by some form of resistance.  Sure that resistance is my friend – its trying to keep me safe – but gall darn it – what if that resistance is starting to hold me back?

 

In my dinner example, the first voices, when I received the invitation were:

  • I’m in yoga pants and my hair is wet – I’m not dressed for a dinner.
  • I don’t have anything with me.  I’ll be showing up empty handed.
  • I don’t know these people that well.  
  • The text came in over an hour ago.  They’ve probably already started.

I stepped in guided by the principles of improvisational theatre or “improv”.  I expressed some of my fears to my potential host.  She said come, just come.  So I showed up empty handed with wet hair and yoga pants.  Met new people.  Had a great time!  Life gave me an offer, or a gift as it is often referred to in improv, and I said YES to it.

If you’d like to learn more about the principles of improv and how you can use them purposefully to live more fully in your life – to say YES to the possibilities that come along – come play with me in Douglas Park in Vancouver this August.  For four consecutive Thursday evenings I’ll be sharing the principles of improv, we’ll be playing some improv games, we’ll be relating it to life, and we’ll be having FUN!  I’ll be teaching a more formal workshop on this in September, and for now, come discover and have fun.  Say YES – to one evening or all four!  Notice any resistance and come anyway.  When you started reading this blog you didn’t know you’d be doing improv in Douglas Park in August…

Details of the August Improv in the Park available here…

 

No Such Thing As Mistakes

I’m getting the flash of the “X’s” in either red or bold black on the school assignments.

The years in school had a huge focus on right and wrong, on correcting mistakes.  In some fields of study there is right and wrong.  Two plus two is indeed 4, it is not 5 or any other number.  We need to learn that.  And yet that horrible feeling – at least for me anyway – that would come when I saw those X’s or the grade that meant I didn’t get full marks.  It took me to that place of “not good enough”, that place of shame, and somehow that doesn’t seem best for learning.

I remember in particular an incident in grade 10.  The assignment was to read a story and write your feelings about the characters.  I did not find one of the characters very sympathetic and wrote this in my assignment.  I found myself defending myself in front of the whole class and being told by the teacher that I was “walking on thin ice,” that my opinion was incorrect, that my feelings couldn’t be that.  I don’t remember what my feelings were supposed to be, I just remember mine were wrong, to the tune of an F.  This was the first F of my life.  Life went on and I ultimately passed the class and Grade 10 with flying colours, yet I sure do remember that incident.  Even now I’m feeling the tightness and anxiousness in my body as I recall that experience.

Incidents like these have influenced my life.  For some, in those moments your voice gets louder.  For me, I shrink, feel smaller, and experience that warm wash of shame.  These experiences were not empowering – at least they didn’t feel that way in the moment.

Having them as part of my experience in this moment now, in who I am in the present does feel empowering.  I can work with them in ways that enables me to feel bigger, stronger, more powerful in my life.  One of the ways that I do that is to consciously, purposefully not use the language of mistakes, of right and wrong.

I’m more than willing to acknowledge those circumstances in which I make a choice, learn something after experiencing that choice and then perhaps saying “Wow, I wish I’d chosen differently,” or any sort of wishing for having done, said, or been different.  Was I wrong or mistaken with the first choice?  I believe not.  I practice discernment.  I generally don’t take decisions lightly.  I am a lawful citizen.

I learn and with that learning I make new choices.  That doesn’t make me wrong or mistaken.  That makes me a reflective, purposeful learner.  I’m happy to be one of those.

So I invite you to think about that voice in yourself that judges you as right/wrong, good/bad.  Consider being a little gentler with yourself.

To close, here is one of my favorite quotes from Rumi:

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I will meet you there.

 

 

 

Text and Images Copyright © Dr. Catherine Hajnal 2011, 2012

Spinach Between My Teeth

Have you ever been to a two hour meeting where you met a bunch of new people, laughed, and shared stores and then upon arriving home from said meeting realized you had spinach between your front teeth the whole time?

Yup.  Just had that experience.

First feelings – mortification, embarrassment.  Convinced they think I’m an idiot – ah that warm wash of shame that says “I’m not good enough.” My needs for belonging, connection, acceptance, acknowledgment, competence – absolutely not being met in that first instance of seeing dinner’s spinach pizza between my teeth.

Why didn’t anyone say anything?

Yes, truly, why don’t people say anything?  I spoke to several new people that evening and no one said anything.  It is interesting to consider the “spinach between the teeth” scenario from their perspective.  So let me put myself in their shoes by considering what happens to me when I encounter someone who has spinach (or some other visible food item) between their teeth.  Here are the some of the voices in my head I can recall from a recent “incident”:

Do I tell them they have spinach between their teeth?  I don’t want to interrupt them.  Gosh this could feel embarrassing.  I don’t want to embarrass them.  How do I do this discretely?

What I’m noticing in my body as I type those sentences is my discomfort.  Discomfort triggered by thoughts of their discomfort and it is my own discomfort that stops me from saying anything. I don’t want to risk having to be present for their discomfort.  How paradoxical!  Rather than step in and potentially easily resolve, I hold back, shut down in a way and experience my discomfort rather than theirs.

So I’m imaging all those people who were talking with me were experiencing their own discomfort with my spinach.

What to do?

Step in to whatever is alive for you.  I advocate that for both the Spinachee and the Noticer.  So in the first instance for Spinach Smile Me I get to once again practice self-connecting and offering some self-empathy.  My first reactions were just that, my first reactions – the embarrassment, the shame.  Triggered by my lovely needs – the desire to connect, the desire to be perceived as competent.  The desire to be noticed – to be seen – not for my spinach but for who I truly am.  And isn’t it possible that the conversations I had were worthy, engaging, connecting  – with or without spinach!?!

And for the Noticer Me – the one who is staring (or trying not to) at the spinach in someone else’s teeth – I can step into that discomfort too.  Sure, it might be a little awkward to point out the spinach. Those are my thoughts of how it might be – it doesn’t actually have to be.  Why not try it?  I can notice my discomfort, love myself for being concerned about how my words might impact the other and go forth anyway.  It could be as simple as:

“I’m just going to quickly mention you have some spinach between your teeth.”

“Oh.  Gosh, would hate to get home and discover it in the mirror myself tonight.  Grateful you mentioned it.  What was I saying about…”

 

 

 

Text and Images Copyright © Dr. Catherine Hajnal 2011, 2012

 

Fear of Success

I’m presently listening to the book entitled The Four Spiritual Laws of Prosperity:  A Simple Guide to Unlimited Abundance by  Edwene Gaines.  I’ve explored prosperity principles in my own life for a while now and have come to appreciate that having less can feel like more.  In this exact moment I make less money than I have in a long time and yet my life feels richer, fuller, and more rewarding than ever.  That said, there is still work to be done.

Edwene describes prosperity as:

  • a healthy body
  • relationships that work all the time
  • work that you love
  • money – all you can spend

Over the past 4 years I’ve put loads of energy into getting healthy, finding work that I love – my purpose – and learning tools for and stretching myself in relationship.  My study of vulnerability, Non-Violent Communication, Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction, Improvisational Theatre, Interpersonal Neurobiology – all of these inform the work I do, my relationship with my Self, and how I show up and am in relationship with others.  My learning, the journey, will never end yet I can look back over the last four years and acknowledge and celebrate that I am not where I was.  I DO FEEL HAPPY and it does not feel phoney to say LIFE IS GOOD!

And yet…

Financially I’m anxious. And when I get to the core of it, I see clearly that it is ME holding ME back.  There is a fear of stepping fully into this life I say I want. I get scared when I think of being successful.  I feel overwhelmed.  What if it doesn’t work out that way I’m envisioning?  I’ve been a do it all myself kind of gal and yet I know I can’t do it all myself to realize the dreams I have.  I will need to depend on other people.  I will need to ask for help.  Yikes!

We humans are genius at our own games.  We have something called defense mechanisms – ways to stay safe – or so we lead ourselves to believe.  So  in my fear of success my defense mechanism that comes into play is to keep myself out of the game.  If I don’t step into the game, then I can’t lose.  I can’t be proven wrong.  I can’t feel disappointed.  The irony is that I still feel disappointed.  I still feel like I am losing – a sense of being unfulfilled.

And this in turn is tied to my belief (or lack there of) in self.  Yup, we’re back to shame and vulnerability again.  Self-doubt can be crippling.  I know.  I live it quite regularly.  We deserve, I deserve to prosper.  I am not a bad person if I am financially successful because really, can I be bad person for sharing my gifts?

So I’m working on my fear of success, or as Edwene suggests, I’m expanding my bliss tolerance.  I’m letting those visions of a successful me dance around in my head.  I’m regularly saying aloud this quote from Marianne Williamson about letting my light shine.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
― Marianne Williamson, Return to Love

And as I review her words, I’m reminded that we are all worthy.  That what I want for others, their own peace, happiness, contentment, calls me forth to be my fullest self, to step into the idea of successfully sharing my gifts.

So I start where I often do – with some self-compassion.  I acknowledge my fear of success.  At the same time, I step into envisioning success and creating feelings of success in my body.  And I try stuff.  I schedule a meeting to share my ideas.  I schedule a workshop.  I make an ask for help.  And as I do all of these things, I see that I am okay.  I see that yes, I can do it.  Everyday another step towards a successful, prosperous life and a step towards believing even more fully in self and that which guides me.

 

 

 

Expectations – Good or Bad?

I’ve had two friends recently tell me they are worried about my expectations.  They are worried about expectations I have about a particular person and my relationship with that person.  I’m perplexed.  My body has a sensation of wanting to push back, to reject their voices about my expectations.

What’s so wrong with expectations for myself or someone else?  What could be wrong with me wanting to see someone put energy into their health and well-being?  What could be wrong with me wanting to go camping?  Or more generally on vacation?

Maybe it is not about right or wrong.  Maybe they are not saying it is wrong for me to have expectations.  Maybe they are just worried that my dreams won’t come true and then how will I feel?  And it is lovely that they worry about me, and yet I want to have my dreams and have dreams for others.  I’ll deal with the consequences if those dreams don’t come true.  Sometimes what I hoped for doesn’t happen, but something even better, that I couldn’t imagine at the time does. Yes, sometimes I’m disappointed and I have to do a little mourning at the loss, the grieving of an unrealized dream.  I’m okay with all of that.

Let me back track for a second.  What is an expectation anyway?  I’ve looked at lots of definitions.  Here’s as couple:

  • something looked forward to, whether feared or hoped for
  • an attitude of expectancy or hope
  • anticipation
  • prospects, especially of success or gain
  • anticipating with confidence of fulfillment
  • belief about (or mental picture of) the future

Sounds pretty good wouldn’t you say?  I want anticipation.  I want hope.  And yet when I read online about expectations, so much caution!  I came across this quote that seems to sum up everyone’s concern about expectations:

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.  [Alexander Pope – Letter to Fortescue]

Part of the arguments around this are that expectations take us and maybe even keep us in the future.  The alternative is to be in the moment, accepting and acknowledging what is.

I’ve made a conscious choice to question either/or thinking.  I think expectations are a good example.  I’m going to have them.  Not having them, well for me, that’s not life!  Life is going to have disappointment.  And I’m realizing I’m okay with that.  I want to have dreams, ideas, possibilities.  Will they all materialize?  No.  Do they feed me and inspire me to show up in my life?  Yes.

AND I want to practice being in the moment as well.  I don’t want to live exclusively in the future, with expectation.  I want to appreciate what is unfolding now.

My take on expectations is that they are wrapped up in being human.  They are tied to needs, desires, values, beliefs – so to say don’t have them, well quite frankly, that seems ridiculous.  And why wouldn’t I hold an expectation of another human being being able?

So are expectations good or bad?  I guess they just are.  Maybe it is more about realistic or unrealistic, healthy or unhealthy expectations.  Even those will be hard to define – more organic, permeable, and tied to context I think than black and white in their definition.

I was curious about how some folks who practice NVC might talk about needs versus expectations.  They suggested yes, we have our needs, and the invitation is to let go of expectations of how those needs will be filled.  I can buy into that, yet at the same time, I’m not letting go of visions and dreams. I practice affirmations and visioning.  When I launch one or the other I always say to the Universe “This or something better.”  I can’t know what better is until I’ve lived it – experienced it.  And sometimes that pathway is through disappointment – I’ve had my share of that – and yet I’m really really glad I am where I am in my life and all the things/experiences/people that have brought me to this place.

So yes, I’m going to keep having my expectations.  And yes, I’m going to keep checking on them.  I can agree that sometimes they are not serving me – perhaps because through the expectation I am holding myself or someone else to an unrealistic standard.  Those expectations can be adjusted.

In this moment I’m grateful my friends expressed their concerns about my expectations.  It has been fruitful for me to do this exploration.  My expectations remain, yet I’m noticing I hold them a little less tightly, inspired by the reminder that how they come to life might look different than what I am expecting.

 

In case you are curious, here are some of the websites I look at as I was ruminating on this piece:

Unrealistic Expectations in Relationship

Expectations in Relationships:  The Flip Side of Obligations

Building a Healthy Relationship From the Start

The Trust About Relationship Expectations

NVC Needs, Desires, Values, Expectations, Thoughts

 

 

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