I cried for the whole woman who now resides in the memories of the hundred or so people at her funeral. I cried a bit out of respect for her life, independent of mine, for her friends, passions, accomplishments, joys, and fears. I cried for muddy ground at her graveside and for my Dad, weak from life and caring, standing at attention as the Doxology cracked the mist and her casket was lowered to its place of rest.
The first step in breaking through your upper limit is recognizing and confronting your limiting beliefs. These beliefs tell you that you’re not good enough, that success is too difficult to achieve, or that you don’t deserve happiness. Once you identify these beliefs, you can challenge them and replace them with more empowering thoughts.
Just as I was adjusting to losing a job, its income, and benefits (see last week’s email if you missed that bit of excitement), this happened. First, let me be clear; I am fortunate. I’m not out on the streets or sleeping on friends’ sofas (done that before). My gratitude for all I have is …
Friday was anything but perfect. I got angry, cried a bit, and was frustrated up the wazoo, but in the end, I circled back to the idea that this was happening, or to be more specific, had happened. And all my whining would never change it.
Far better to weigh in on empathy, curiosity, creativity, and focused action (those Sage traits I’ve talked about). So, I leaned in that direction.
Then comes a discussion of ethics, or our shared capacity for reason and empathy. It’s this capacity which enables us to make decisions based on what is right and wrong. Ethics is the framework that guides us in making decisions, and doing the right thing should be the minimum we expect from each other—giving included.
When I left you last week, I was standing in the basement of my 200-year-old house, with water falling through the floorboards after a pipe above my dining room ceiling burst. Waves of panic, fear, and anxiety rose as rapidly as the water dancing around my ankles. A decision is required, but which path …
…the point of this note is not to spin into full-on sci-fi mode but instead to wonder out loud. If we are surrounded by coursing waves of energy and are inundated by the voices in our heads (if you are like me, the rivers of inner dialogues run wild), how do we stand a chance at cutting through the clutter?
Coaching My Real Life I awoke to freezing temperatures this morning. If by this I meant the temperatures outside, you might not lift an eyebrow. I live in Maine, and after all, it’s the middle of winter. But the low temperatures I speak of were inside, and they remained low even after I turned on …