It makes me sick as I am counseling people making career changes, leaving one job for “greener pastures”. So consumed with leaving they can’t really remember how they grew as people. They can’t tell a credible story about how they optimized the time there. “Too busy”, “Too much stress” “office politics” so many reasons why they did the minimum work. Work good enough for the position, but not extraordinary experience of learning and growing. And some do not depart with the most basic milestones—a better resume, a better human development story, a better mentor, and a better network.
Writing is part of my meditative process to clarify my thoughts, to align my actions and to focus on my purpose. I write about my emotions, my shortcomings, and my ideas for a better world through poetry, prose, and what I call rantifestos every day, some of which I post here on my blog and on social media. I share them to help others move along their paths to live and lead with compassion.
For the Ego kills the ability to feel the pain of others. For this is the test of our own struggles. Do we feel in our hearts and our bodies what others are experiencing? Or do we rationalize it? That is the Ego doing it’s dirty work, making the tragedies of the world explainable, justifiable and fixable. And therefore not MY problem. The further we remove ourselves from the ills of the world, because we can’t let them interfere with our self-important pursuits, our true inner selves are submerged beneath our separateness from the world and each other. And our best self, our virtuous self, gets sedated and suppressed.
We like to read lists. We like to make lists. When we cross things off a list we feel productive. We are getting stuff done! Check the box. Complete a task. Keep moving forward.
The list never ends and we are busy.
Check, check, check
We like checkboxes to give us the illusion of control over the world and yet we miss the big picture.
When we reduce to life to checkboxes we can miss what is happening around us. We miss the serendipity, the possibility and any awe and wonder that the world—that’s all 😊
Most of us are trying to avoid the phrase, “return to normal”. Even newscasters, pundits, leaders of all types are making awkward statements about “a partial, a semblance, a return to some normalcy….”
Part of this recognizes the mountain ranges of reality that now exist between the valleys of our ignorance.
Our collective awakening, our shared despair, guilt and confusion make a return to “normal” impossible.
These powerful forces and circumstances have brought us to this moment, to this place, and we can never go back.
It is hard to laugh in these apocalyptic times. What can we laugh at these days? We all freeze up a bit. We feel guilty when we laugh today. There is so much despair, depression, grief, and anxiety. Life is so damn serious. Our senses of humor have been suppressed, compressed, and depressed by political correctness and the woke Olympics.
Our self-imposed busyness makes us blind to what is in front of us around us and above us. We are on a mission, so focused and yet so myopic. We feel handcuffed by the time warden, even though we have the key.
This is something I have been working on for decades. Still a hack in progress. But I changed my sleep patterns, found a meditative routine, and continue to cultivate small plots of time to re-plant the fields.
What comes to mind when you hear the R word? Be honest. Some combination of “leisure”—freedom to do what you want—probably some travel to bucket list places—more time for hobbies—Right?
It is relevant if you are 25, 45, or 65. Developing a “retirement plan” is like developing any part of your life plan.
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