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Perceptions and Change

Many of my friends are going through significant life changes these days. Some are by choice, but many are being pushed, prodded, cajoled, or even forced into it.  Perhaps it has always been this way … but I think it’s happening more and more. Well, that’s my perception anyway. The beautiful thing about perceptions is they can be changed with  more facts and more experiences.

What I’ve been observing is that even though change is change, my friends’ perceptions of it makes all the difference in the world. My question is – does it have to be this way? The  “how” you came to be in the midst of change (voluntary, involuntary, dreams, or the end of dreams) … should that really change our interaction with the shift? No matter the “why”, the “what” is still the same.

The stages of change are still the same. The things you can and cannot control are essentially the same. The connections with friends, family, and networks is identical. The steps to take from “here” to “there” are virtually indistinguishable. What is different is the perception of the change. Because of that, I think we hold the key to smoother transitions.

I learned long ago to tease apart the facts of the matter from the story we tell ourselves about the fact. Facts are neutral. They are simply the details of what happened. But the stories are where our paranoias, fantasies, dreams, suspicions, and imaginations come to life. For example, when I was 3 I was ordered by the Courts to be a ward of the State and was placed in an orphanage. Everything in that sentence is a fact. However, I spent years telling myself the story that I must have been one really unlovable child because no-one loved me and I didn’t have a family. WOW! That is a 3 year old’s story based on what I could see and what I could understand and what I could possibly imagine. And, in reality it wasn’t true. Clearly I was loveable – I had lots of friends at the orphanage, I had brothers and sisters at the orphanage, the nuns used to tell me they loved me, and a wonderful family adopted me. And yet, for years (into my 30’s) I repeated, and believed, that I was unloveable. Once I learned this whole concept about how we create barriers in our lives by our storytelling (fact vs. story) it stopped me in my tracks. Because I had made up the story, I could revisit the facts and tell a different, more plausible story. I wasn’t in the orphanage because I was unloveable, or frankly because of anything I had done at all. It was because of the actions of my parents and the decisions of the judge. Changing my perception of the facts actually freed me from fears, self-doubt, and anger. And it happened in a moment. Not in a week, not over time, not through therapy and not in lingering bits. It was instantaneous. And that was the moment I stopped giving away my joy, my worth, my purpose and my self-esteem. That’s how powerful our perceptions are.

And over time, I continue to relook at my “truths” and stories to re-evaluate the facts. It has been the single most healing learned wisdom in my life. I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to learn it in my 30’s vs. in my later life.

So I ask you, are you in the midst of change? What are the facts (who, what, where, when, how)? What stories are you telling yourself (why)? Are you assigning intent and blame? Are you suspicious and fearful?  What if … in this very moment … you changed your story from something that was “done unto you” with maliciousness or for negative reasons, and retold it as a shift in opportunity, or a divine intervention, or simply as a season ending. What if you have learned and received all you need or can from that circumstance. What if the future is brighter than the now. What if the “why” did not drive your reactions or how you go through the change. What if …

I pray for those who’s change is upon them. May it be a smooth, gentle, positive adventure. And may you be blessed on the journey.

Beauty Insight

I used think that it was the male-driven, visual attraction element of society that was driving the creation of the “ideal beautiful woman.” But I’m paying more and more attention lately. Based on observation, I’ve seen so many men who are with women of all sizes and all levels of commercial beauty. In each case, they seem to be quite happy and in love with their women. They seem mature enough and realistic enough to see the beauty on the inside and the outside of the women they love.

And maybe it’s me watching so many Law & Order and other crime-based shows that is suddenly making me look at things differently. The classic investigation says … follow the money. And while society is shaping what we see on TV, magazines, and movies. It’s actually corporations that are benefiting, not the average man looking for love. Do we really need 900 colors of lipstick, 5″ heels in every color, or more and more pieces of exercise equipment or hair removal devices? We sometimes think we do. But is it because our men, or our friends tell us we do? Or is it because companies need to have the next iteration of profit stream.

And interestingly, what I’ve learned from my fashion student daughter is that the fashion industry doesn’t actually want models who are stick figures of women because they are more “beautiful”. But rather, it’s easier to make clothes for a straight up-and-down figure of the ultra thin boyish-figured woman than to make the clothes that fit a curvy figure. It takes less material. It takes less time and less complexity of patterning and piecing. So runway clothes are designed based on the easiest manufacturing and not the attractiveness at all.

The industry that I thought was driving the ideal beauty description really isn’t about beauty at all. It is about money – saving it and making it. With that in mind, it is much easier to look at beauty in the eyes of reality, and all other motivation is good old-fashioned profit. Maybe I’m slow in realizing this. I’ve always thought it was just the desires of men.

I love new insights. Especially when they allow me to see the reality of my own worth, and that of those around me.

Be you … be beautiful … and be blessed!

Delightful Re-entry Day

Today was re-entry day. I am sure I’m not alone in declaring that these are decidedly NOT my favorite work days.

You know the one. It’s the day when you come back after being off for any number of vacation, travel, or training days. Any relief you felt from being in a different environment is quickly swept away in the hustle and bustle of reading umpteen million emails (only a slight exaggeration in my role). The back-to-back meetings with no break for biological needs remind me of why I have the habit of holding my breath (and crossing my legs)  sometimes. I feel a little bit like my childhood self who kept spinning in place until I fell down from lack of equilibrium. I’m not quite hitting my stride yet, and as usual for these “delightful” re-entry days, I wanted to take a nap about 1:30.

However, I am not complaining – just acknowledging my reality. I actually like my job, my colleagues, and the company I work for. I am blessed to have meaningful work that uses my passion and skills, even if I felt one step behind today. I shall remain grateful for the opportunity to call it complete. So, with no flourish, and not much ado I’m gonna go home and pet fluffy puppy, chat with girly-goo, watch a little mindless entertainment on the tube, and hit the sack early.

Whether you are coming or going … be blessed on your way!