Created: Tuesday, 04 March 2014 14:01
Shopping at Eve's Revolution Boutique is always a sweet experience. It's not about the surprise deals or the fact that I seldom leave my house without wearing something from her store. It's more that being there is like visiting a beautiful friend with a distinctive style that celebrates beauty. Eve is a skilled marketer - I respect that. More than that, everything in the store reflects who she is.
Recently she invited me to bring clothes and accessories in for consignment. I was hesitant because she is so selective that I can bring a car full of items and only consign a few. Also, she is only accepting spring items these days, and I was still focusing on my winter wardrobe. I decided to set an appointment anyway.
So I sorted and sifted and cleaned and pressed and prepared, and brought in three armloads and two boxes of items for her to peruse. Surely she would want something out of all that.
Eve was highly apologetic, and I assured her I had come prepared for that outcome. I had an appointment with Kristin at another shop in an hour.
Kristin wanted 65 items.
Then I went to Rene's store. She took another twenty items.
I returned to my car with a sense of release. It felt like a ton of dead weight had been removed from me. I could function - and take my wardrobe management to the next level of me-ness. Goodwill got the benefit of the rest of the items.
Eve could have taken one item just as a gesture of goodwill. I'm glad she didn't. Eve is a role model for me of someone who is impeccably true to who she is. Her shop is such a delight because she knows who she is. I've watched her style develop since she opened 13 years ago, and she remains completely true to her evolving style. Her style is so clear and pure that anything that isn't a match sticks out like a blue suit and red tie at an Apple convention. I think of Eve as I weed my closet to reflect who I am more completely. I'm not at her level of impeccability, but I'm headed in that direction.
I love Kristin and Renee and enjoy shopping in their stores as well. What's different is I sift through a variety of styles at their stores. It's not like scavenging at Goodwill, but it's not as distinctive as the Eve experience.
My question for you is, what is the you-experience? Is it clear to others who you are and what they can count on with you? Do you take everything that is offered you, or are you so clear about who you are and what you do that anything that isn't a fit is immediately obvious?
I continue to strive for Eve's level of me-ness in my own life, and hope my phrases and missives help you be true to you, too. Eve is impeccably herself and that's the ticket to her success. Being impeccably you is the ticket to your success.
Created: Monday, 03 March 2014 03:02
Early in the conversation I told Angela about my gallbladder episode in the night. Angela is interested in hearing about those experiences both as a friend and as a health professional. The conversation eventually drifted to a discussion of a confusing situation that has been troubling me in an important relationship. Angela listened to my mullings with insight and caring. Then she asked the most wonderful question. She asked,
- May I tell you what I think is beautiful?
Knowing Angela, I anticipated something I wanted to hear.
"You're processing all the emotions that are associated with gall-bladder, and that means you won't have to deal with them again later. Most people just ignore the emotions."
Angela's words touched me on many levels. The comment took my attention to the emotions I observe myself during gallbladder incidents. I definitely notice a specific mindset when my gall-bladder is not happy. Her words helped me watch for traces of gallbladder emotional contamination.
The main gift of her words, however, came from her validation of the integrity of how I process relationship quagmires. Sometimes people hear my attempts at sorting confusion as complaining. Angela knows better.
I dreamed that I was talking to young service personnel about errors, flaws and inefficiencies in their service. I was seeking to collaborate on improvement. The young workers responded by rolling their eyes and dismissing me. In the dream, I personalized the judgments and doubted myself. I was ready to give up, but decided to speak with a manager. It felt like a last ditch attempt, but the manager listened with interest. She sought to understand where I was coming from and found my input useful.
The message is pretty clear. Just because some people can't hear what you say doesn't mean you don't have anything important to say. Some people will put up walls and resistance - that doesn't mean you're wrong to speak. In fact, your efforts to clarify are beautiful, even if your words don't land as you intend.
May I tell you what I think is beautiful? People like Angela who recognize the beauty of the process. We've been friends for years and we've been through a few beautiful processes ourselves.
Created: Wednesday, 26 February 2014 16:43
No doubt about it. Speaking Strong takes guts. I know that, because when I have digestive issues, it's very difficult for me to know what I mean, let alone say what I mean and mean what I say without being mean when I say it.
Recently I had one of those crucial, seminal conversations on a day when my digestion wasn't working so well. Actually, it wasn't much of a conversation. Every word I heard led me to sink further into despair. It was like there was a mud wall around me, keeping me from hearing well or speaking. Confusion that probably would have been cleared in a moment on a better day got thicker and immobilizing.
What did I do? I needed to back off and get clear before I could speak. It didn't take me too long to figure out that what I was hearing wasn't what she was saying.
In the bigger picture, keeping your digestion healthy helps you SpeakStrong. I'm looking forward to having fewer of those disempowered moments as my digestion heals.
In the smaller picture, sometimes you have to wait for a fog to lift to move forward. It's good to know when those moments are.
Created: Wednesday, 19 February 2014 12:58
Susan Cain's book Quiet reports, "The Harvard Business School information session on how to be a good class participant instructs, 'Speak with conviction. Even if you believe something only 55 percent, say it as if you believe it 100 percent.'" At HBS, Cain noticed, "If a student talks often and forcefully, then he's a player; if he doesn't, he's on the margins."
You can read a fabulous article on false confidence at Alternet.
Toyota Kata author Mike Rother refers to this as Artificial Certainty. The Lean phrase "go and see" instructs managers and true leaders to recognize when they're guessing and see it as a signal to stop speculating and start observing. I consider Artificial Certainty to be Toxic Certainty.
What do you say to someone who already "knows everything"? Recently I found the words for a CEO who thinks he's lean, but is a commander,
- Chill long enough to hear me out. Drop your sword and shield and armor and let yourself experience a whole dimension you're missing.
Are these the "perfect words," guaranteed to dissolve the armor? Absolutely! Oh, wait. I don't know if they will work for you. I just know they work for me.
Created: Tuesday, 18 February 2014 15:56
I never did find out what the fight was about. I'm sure she would have told me had I asked. I was more interested in the fight she was having with herself. She revealed that clearly with the language she used talking about just about anything.
Her word choice telling me her sweetie did a really "good job" getting her valentine flowers spoke volumes of her inner paradigm. He used to get them at the grocery store, but she suggested he get them at Walmart this time. The flowers lasted longer than they had in previous years. She repeated her "good job" assessment several times. Not too romantic. I'd rather not get flowers than have my honey do a good job getting them for me.
She started talking about how she used to meditate and was "good at it." She's "making herself" do it again, and she's not as "good at it" any more.
She praised herself for her heroic effort of stopping work at 7 PM and "forcing herself" to do something fun. The "need tos" and "shoulds" were overwhelming. If I used them for a drinking game, I'd have a hangover today.
She spoke of a neighbor who walked her dog "Izzy" every time she saw signs that Izzy was getting restless. That was my opening. I told her:
- That's your role model. Pay attention to your Izzy - your inner dog. She's telling you what she needs, and warning you that if you don't listen, she'll probably pee on the carpet.
The peeing on the carpet is a metaphor, of course. If we ignore our primal and instictive selves too long, we set ourselves up for conflicts like the fight that led this woman to contact.
I didn't need to know the detailsof the fight I had everything I needed to shift this woman's perspective by listening to her language.
Created: Monday, 17 February 2014 17:30
I could have dialed it in, but the conversation felt important enough for me to drive into town and meet face-to-face. I'm glad I did. Instead of a 15-minute quick check, my medicine woman (health adviser) gave me an hour that offered some pretty key insights. When she had told me to have a protein snack before bed, she didn't mean for me to have a piece of chicken alone. "No one can digest animal protein by itself. There's not enough fiber," she told me.
I changed my pre-bed snack to a cup of veggie soup, and the night time stomach challenges disappeared along with the sleep issues. Yesterday I felt so good I wanted to cry. I feel great today, too.
It would have saved me over an hour of driving time to call. We might have uncovered the issue had I done that, but we might not have. I think by taking the less "efficient" route to communicate face-to-face, I invested over an hour to save several hours of nocturnal misery. And since the quality of sleep and digestion affects everything, it's a key reason why I'm smiling today.
Of course there's more to this personal health journey of discovery than that one piece of advice, but it was a critical piece that was worth the drive to discover.
Created: Tuesday, 11 February 2014 16:19
"You're an electric," the consultant concluded, handing me a palate of color swatches. "Take this with you when you shop." It had been a toss up between pastel and electric, and I agreed with and was pleased by the outcome. I liked all the colors on my wheel.
That was over 25 years ago, and knowing what colors flatter me has been useful over these years. But I never did apply it in an absolute sense. I still bought clothes in the "bold," "earth" and "pastel" color family. The electrics were the ones I found myself reaching for most often.
Recently, I got a hankering to take everything that isn't electric out of my closet. What would happen, I wondered? I was surprised by what a difference it made. I experienced "closet alchemy."
Metaphorically, it was like clothes jumped off their hangers to be with other items they like. Items that seemed bland were suddenly brought to life by their association with other items that bring out the best in them. Simple scarves transform ordinary into extraordinary. Everything in my closet now sings harmony with everything else. It became immediately clear what basics I lack, despite having more clothes than anyone could need. Looking in my closet brings me joy now. And suddenly it is easier to give up on items I was trying to make work. It is time they found their home with those who are nurtured by them.
Interesting that all this happened while I've been discovering what foods work for me, and how they like to combine. My tummy is happy that I've taken the time to sort my foods, and when I look in the mirror, I'm happy that I took the time to sort my clothes.
Both were made possible by discovering underlying themes of who I am and what nourishes me. I will never go shopping without my color wheel again. It's simply a matter of honoring who I am - and expressing my true self effectively.
Created: Monday, 10 February 2014 16:56
When my Lean2Life year of sorting, straightening, maintenance and creating productive and nourishing routines came to an end, I wasn't anywhere close to complete. But I celebrated the plethora of positive changes I had made over the year. One area I noted that hadn't been untangled was my digestion. Not only had I not solved my life-long digestive issues, they were getting worse. I used to be able to avoid digestive upsets by avoiding carbs, but that wasn't working anymore. I never knew what might trigger indigestion.
The big wake-up call came when I stepped on the scale. I was 106 pounds. I should be 130. By most measures, I'm very healthy, but the scale emphasized what I already was coming to recognize - it was time to make health my first priority.
It has been quite a journey of discovery. The first stage was figuring out what triggered me, and building gut flora. Then I discovered I have SIBO - Small Intestine Bacterial overgrowth, so healing that was added to my agenda. Then I learned that I am very sensitive to food combining, so I've been learning about and experimenting with that. Next, we started taking my blood sugar and confirmed that I have reactive hypoglycemia - low blood sugar. Why did I have so much energy much of the time? Compensatory cortisol. Not a good thing.
I am blessed to be able to give the healing process the time it needs. Learning what works, preparing special meals (six a day - all cooked), exploring new foods: it is very time-consuming. It's also rewarding. There are bumps on the road - days of low energy and other seeming set-backs. But I am feeling wonderfully nourished. I am gaining a bit of weight. My blood sugar is stabilizing. The routine gets easier as it becomes more familiar.
It also gets easier as I get my joy and clarity back. I noticed today that I was able to read my book right after rising. In the recent past, my vision was fuzzy in the morning. I'm wondering if maybe - just maybe - after I've been at this for a few months, I just might be able to dial a phone number correctly the first time. It actually could happen. I'm so used to the brain fog of sugar alcohols generated in the gut, that I don't know what life will be without them.
Some people will say they don't have time to do what I'm doing. That may be true. Yet in the long run, there is no question in my mind that going through this process is the most efficient thing I could do. I am committed to healing this malaise at the root. It was hard - my SpeakStrong writing was flowing magically. I had invested a lot in Cassia, my assistant, and I encouraged her to find other work, knowing when I'm ready for her help again, she likely will bee too busy. It was tough to let that go for now. But when I return to focus on that, I trust it will still be there and I will be more present with it than ever.
For now, if it's a question of returning a phone call or taking a hike, I'll take the hike. If it's a question of a fun all-day outing or doing my routine, I'll do my routine. When I need a nap, I take a nap. I believe I have my priorities straight. If you're someone I've been slow to respond to, I assure you, I will get back to you. I thank you for your patience. Good things are worth taking the time and giving the deep focus to make happen. This is a very good thing.
Thanks for listening! Now I hear my celery soup beckon. I will answer that call.
Created: Wednesday, 05 February 2014 17:05
In my quest to heal my digestion, I'm exploring food combining. Bob and I listened to a CD about it from the 80's that a friend had recommended to him. His friend, a healthcare professional, told Bob it was the only thing that helped his daughter after having tried many things at great expense.
The CD presenter is best described as perky. Her track record is impressive and her enthusiasm high, but her science is both old and sloppy. Every few minutes Bob would pause the audio to point out her errors - for example, HCl is NOT an enzyme, as she claimed. (Even I knew that.)
I was concerned that he would reject the whole idea because of her inaccuracies. Might he negate the experience of his friend and this woman's readers because her explanations don't add up?
During the night I remembered something I experience in myself and tell people. Resistance indicates that someone is taking new information into consideration. They are processing it. I needed to let him have his process.
The next morning he greeted me by telling me,
- I don't care if her science is bad. If it works, I'll figure out why.
This is a bigger deal for me - and probably you - than it might appear on the surface. My entire life I've known more than I could explain clearly and accurately. For example, when I first started meditating 40 years ago, I knew it was amazingly wonderful for me. But, I wasn't able to explain it in terms that my linear, rational father could relate to. In this case, my personal experience was so strong that I wasn't about to give it up because of his objections. Of course, meditation has gone mainstream since then, and even if it hadn't, by now it's clear to him that 40 years of practice has developed exceptional equanimity.
I didn't back down on that one, but I have backed down on things because I couldn't explain them. Of course, sometimes my truth is partial - but as long as I can't talk about it, it will stay partial. It doesn't have to be right or perfect to be voiced. It's a process.
And there are two people in every conversation. Both have their processes. I love where Bob came out in his process. I'm glad I was able to come to a place in my own process to let him have his.