Created: Tuesday, 22 July 2014 20:40
"Dee" is a very responsive reader. Her replies to me are full of surprises. She uses my principles in ways I would not have thought of.
Monday I posted about my Lean2Life sorting efforts in a post titled: The Power of Pull Beats the Pressure of Push.
Here's her comment:
"I once got fired for opening up a spreadsheet, deleting what was in it, retyped over it, and then sent it on. Too bad I didn't notice that there was another tab of that specific spreadsheet that had someone's salary figures in it (you get fired when you share someone else's salary with someone else). I now NEVER 'reuse' a spreadsheet - or PowerPoint for that matter! Always start clean!"
This seemed like a bit of a tangent to me, as Dee's replies often do. Dee got a different point from the one I thought I was making. When I don't get caught up in "no - that's not quite what I meant," I deepen my own insight and I mine a lot of gold. Sometimes what Dee reads in to my writing is far more powerful than what I wrote. It's always interesting.
Here is my reply to Dee: and it is off the main point.
"That would be an "Oh S*&t moment," wouldn't it? I hate it when that happens!
What a loss! For them not you. When a nurse under Bob's supervision messed up, he knew that would be an employee he could trust in the future because they would never make that mistake again."
Dee never would make that mistake again either, because she learned in very certain terms to: "Always start clean."
Dee tells me I've helped her a lot. I find that fascinating because what she takes away is rarely what I think I'm giving. I could try the pressure of push to redirect her. Flowing with her adaptation is easier. The power of pull - letting her draw from my writing as she sees to - trumps the pressure of push.
Created: Tuesday, 22 July 2014 16:18
"Email Kris about accounting."
What the heck does that mean?
I'm referring to a memo from me to me on my digital recorder. Kris is my sister, and we have no accounting questions.
Oh, wait. I have another Kris in my life. She does a thing called Stretch Therapy and I had asked her to send me an accounting of how many sessions we have had and how many remain. That was a week ago, and she hasn't sent it, so I want to remind her. THAT'S what my memo is talking about.
Okay, if I have to struggle to figure out my OWN messages, what is it like for others to get a clue what the heck I'm referring to?
It's good practice for me to leave memos to myself that I don't have to decipher. It's a start, anyway. Obviously, it's a bigger challenge for someone else who never knew what I intended when I left the memo.
As an aside, soften your focus and look at the image on the left. Doesn't it look like a face - kind of a perplexed emoticon? The message at the top is the brain, the buttons below are eyes, the circle is a nose and the bottom buttons make a mouth.
Did I explain that image clearly? Do you see it?
Now I'd better email Kris about accounting - or re-record my memo to self with more details.
Created: Monday, 21 July 2014 14:29
Pull beats push any time. Attraction beats coercion. I'm experiencing that at continuously deeper levels as my Lean2Life Reorganizational Journey continues.
One of the best Lean moves I have made was setting Outlook to send emails to spam until I whitelist them. I check spam regularly, and set up rules for my subscriptions and newsletters to go to my "subscriptions" folder. I clear the rest of my non-spam to go to my Inbox.
How's that working for me? GREAT!!! Better than I imagined! Why did I wait so long to do this?! It is so much easier to move a few non-spams from my junk folder than to delete all the spam I was getting from my inbox.
The Lean reason this works so well is that my inbox now only has what I have pulled into it. The emails that have been pushed on to me are in a separate folder for my review when I choose to look.
I started this process with an empty inbox and only invite what I want in there. I am the master of my inbox now, not the other way around.
Starting with Empty
My friend Wendy emptied out her bedroom for painting. She had a great time resetting her room from scratch - starting with an empty room.
The Liberty of Having the House to Myself
So this weekend, I had the liberty of having the house to myself. That meant I could be as loud, messy, goofy - you name it - as I wanted. I stayed home and dedicated the weekend to sorting myself and a main closet.
I started the closet sorting item by item. I got a little traction, but quickly realized I needed to take everything out. When I made the decision to sort that way, I felt my energy and enthusiasm increase, despite the fact that it was a very big job.
Within an hour, half the house looked like a bomb had exploded - but the target closet was bare.
I did make one trip to the store to buy modular storage drawers. Enroute, I wondered if what I really needed was another closet rod for a new level of hanging items. Bob had often suggested that I could have one installed if I wanted, but I was concerned about investing in something I might not like.
As I drove to the store, I noticed the clothes bar in the back of the car and wondered if I could experiment with that. I hung it from the upper rod with twine. I hung a few things on it. Then I hung a few more. I liked it. A lot. As I got deeper into the process, I expanded the clothes bar. Later, I expanded it a little more. I found what seems to be the perfect width.
The modular storage containers went back to the store, but the trip wasn't a waste. I found what I needed in my own backseat.
Would I have added the bar if I hadn't made the trip? I don't know.
I do know that the power of pull beats the pressure of push any day.
Bob and I both know that the more free we feel from external push, the more pull we find - and the less patience we have with push in our lives. It's a liberating thing - and it works.
PS - You know the divider line I have at the bottom of my posts? That's in my images. I have to open three folders to get to it. Just now, I put a copy of it in the folder my web content manager opens to. A quick improvement to save myself a few steps. That's Lean!
Created: Friday, 18 July 2014 14:31
Hubby is travelling this weekend and I am alone.
The word alone actually means All One.
I am savoring my Aloneness, my Wholeness, my Oneness.
Hubby is with colleagues. His people. A community that catalyzes wholeness in each other. A community that he is at-one with.
At-one: AtOnement brings into unity, harmony and concord.
He is savoring his community, his comradeship, his connectedness.
I wish you the perfect weekend for renewing your body, mind, soul and spirit.
Created: Thursday, 17 July 2014 02:25
"Plot twist. Waldo finds himself."
Few people do.
Have you ever tried to "find" someone who hasn't found themselves? It's like playing "Where's Waldo."
My childhood best friend found herself. Five strokes and years in assisted-living did that for her. Her life required her to be still. The experience made her wise. Probably one of the wisest and most contented people I know.
My life required me to become still in a different way. Keeping my focus mainly on excellence in concrete, daily, normal living has been, and is, transformational.
I'm told I'm pretty easy to "find" these days. Not a lot of searching, guessing, interpreting, wondering required to find me. Little need to track me through distractions, diversions, excessive complexity and incomprehensible tangents. I don't hint when I need to be direct anymore. It's all right there. I'm right there. Or it's getting there, anyway. I'm still in the process.
That's my plot twist. What's yours?
Created: Tuesday, 15 July 2014 16:54
My reader passed this on with the following message:
When I started reading this, I thought of you, but then things went south… Well, I’ll share it w/ you anyway, cuz it’s kind of funny! ;)
My reply was:
Two paths to Inner Peace:
1. Finish what you start.
2. Use humor.
I don't care for the booze, but I'm often up for getting "drunk" on humor.
Thanks to my reader/friend for this.
Created: Monday, 07 July 2014 02:16
Not how I wanted to connect
Bob offered to drive me to dance today and to sit in the car and read while waiting to take me home. It was a sweet offer, but dance enlivens my emotions and spirit, and riding back with someone who has spent the hour reading the latest nutritional research wasn't how I wanted to connect. Nor did I want him to join the dance, because it doesn't do much for him.
I have another idea
"What if we create a dance playlist of our favorite songs and dance alone here?" I asked. He agreed.
I invited him to create a list of songs for each of the Five Rhythm categories: Flowing, Staccato, Chaos, Lyrical and Stillness. He did. I added a few of my favorite songs, burned a CD and we set aside 50 minutes to move, stretch, wiggle, play, and dance with it.
When Bob dances the 5 Rhythms with the group it does nothing for him. I wondered if he would get into our self-created Bob and Meryl Playlist Wave. He was a bit wooden in the beginning, but after just a few minutes, he was grooving and moving. It was fun, fun, fun.
It was a great way to connect. He enjoyed sharing music he loves with me. It enlivened us both.
When searching the Nirvana song Smells Like Teen Spirit (which I didn't know since I missed the 80's and early 90's) I discovered Weird Al's parody, Smells Like Nirvana. That was the highlight of our adventure.
Next week we will create a playlist of Beatles songs and dance to that.
Had I created a playlist without Bob, I doubt it would have been anywhere close to as powerful as this was. He chose music that brings out his inner dancer. I knew it was in there somewhere!
How can you apply this approach in your shared activities? Where might you include others in the design and creation of your shared worlds?
It was an awesome and satisfying day. What a cool way to connect.