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Nov
13

Waiting For Magic

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Tuesday felt like a good day. I made my commitment to my project and moved from one thing to the next and it all seemed to fall into place. Since then I’ve been spinning my wheels, waiting passively for something external to move me onto the next thing. Waiting for magic.

I’ve been thinking, it’s a bit ironic that I’m saying I’m committed to creating a workshop about what to do when you don’t know what you want, and here I am, not being able to identify, in the moment what it is I want to do, and getting very stuck in that. Perfect, of course.

One of the ideas I want to get across is that everything you need is in your life right now. So, if I apply that idea to my life what do I see? What opportunities have I been missing while I’ve been waiting for something else to jump up and bite me on the bum?

Remember, I’ve taken advantage of the cosmic hint to write an invitation letter (described in my post about little struggles), and then got hung up because I couldn’t seem to finish it. Then the waiting started. I’ve been making a note of the 30 day challenge “homework” but haven’t taken any action related to it, because I didn’t know what to do. And then it struck me, I didn’t know what to do next because I didn’t have a plan.

OMG The “P” word.

And then the s**t really hit the fan and I came face to face with the truth that is my fear of running this coaching programme. Having a plan suddenly makes it real.

I’d forgotten the difference between intention and commitment and how “You’re not really committed until you’ve proved it by putting in place a supporting structure. Until you do, anything you think you want remains an intention without the power of true commitment and, consequently, is unlikely to materialise.”

So, now I have a choice, do I want to stay stuck and pretend to be playing the game or will I take the next step and create a plan? I choose to re-engage in my project and create a plan. So, once again, I reset my commitment to  enrol 10 people on my 6 month coaching programme called – ‘When You Don’t Know What You Want – Make It Up!’.

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Jun
17

Daftest Excuses Ever

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Back in 2003 I used to write a newsletter called the ‘Irreverent Leader’. This weekend I was reminded of a piece I wrote for it called – Announcing the ‘Daftest Excuse Competition’ – because I think I surpassed even this daft excuse. The piece went like this:

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Shakespeare most definitely had a point when he wrote “To be, or not to be, that is the question”.  And I’m a great supporter of the philosophy of shifting from a life of ‘doing’ to a life of ‘being’ but sometimes there are simply more pressing issues.

Take my experience last night for instance. I attended the Christmas concert at my daughter’s school and found myself leaning towards rekindling my younger days’ passion for music.

I considered various options from the grand – signing up for a full-time music degree course, to the more modest – rejoining a local choir. The simplest option, however, seemed to be to start playing the piano again. And this is an example of where old William sometimes simply misses the point. What he really should have said is: “To cut or not to cut, THAT is the question”.

Let me explain . . .

I have the most beautiful, long nails on my left hand. Alas, it was not always so.  Before having children my nails were always short because they split easily.

After my daughter’s birth they improved slightly and since my son’s birth they’ve been fantastic. Fantastic to look at that is because other than that they are totally impractical – even annoying. My son gets scratched by them. I make hundreds of typos because of them and, as I admitted earlier, I can’t play the piano with them. All I get is a lot of clicking on the keys.

In a nutshell, I’m willing to give up the pleasure generated by an activity that would feed my soul for the satisfaction of an occasional glance at my left hand which results in the sighed exclamation, “my goodness, you’re lovely!”

So, there it is. I admit it. The daftest excuse I currently subscribe to.

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So that was then, but this weekend I surpassed even that.

For a few days I’d been toying with the idea of signing up to Steven Chandler’s Club Fearless. But, although I didn’t realise it at the time, I hadn’t really committed to making changes so signing up to something that actually might make a real difference to my life was not likely to happen. (See my post intention versus commitment for more about this). Therefore, my subconscious needed to create some excuses to stop me signing up.

So I went through the whole sign-up process but couldn’t quite click the final button because . . . wait for it . . . it would muck up my accounting! Yep. I decided against taking a life affirming action today because my Paypal account has a credit balance that is in Pounds Sterling and the Club Fearless payment is in American Dollars which would make it more complicated when I came to do my accounts in January 2011! I kid you not. That seemed perfectly legitimate at the time.

Thank goodness I saw through my fear the next day and signed up. It gave me a good life though, which is always welcome.

If you have any amusing excuses you’ve used and you’re willing to share. Please feel free to add them to the comments below.  And remember . . .

“There is nothing to fear except fear itself.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt

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