We worked together for about a year via telephone. It was a bit sad, but we both knew our work together was complete - for now.As I reflected on all
work she'd done and subsequent progress she'd made over
past year, it made me realize that real change in our lives usually doesn't happen quickly (unless you consider a year to be "quick").
She came into my life wanting to create more balance in her life, "get out of ruts," become more adventurous and create a brighter financial picture.
We began meeting each week. Initially, she was a classic multi-tasking, work-all-day, priority-list-checking, baby boomer who - at
end of a long, productive day - found herself saying simply:
"So what. I got everything done on my list, but so what. Is this it?"
Yes, she got a lot done. And like many of us, there was a deeper, wiser part of her who knew life is not *just* about doing.
It's also about be-ing.
I wondered what she was be-ing . . .
as she went about her days . . .
do-ing . . .
do-ing . . .
do-ing . . .
and still more do-ing.
As our work progressed, we discovered what WAS behind all her doing. We found out what she was BE-ING behind all her doing.
Here's what it was.
In a word.
Survival.
Like so many of us, as a young child she learned a belief that said "I'm not good enough." And to be "good enough," to get by in life, to SURVIVE, she decided she had to DO all
stuff she was doing. I say she "decided," but
reality is she wasn't even aware she'd made that decision.
Her life was driven by shoulds.
Her life was driven by survival.
I remember a comment she made to me once. She said:
"Anyway, some how I ended up with extremely high standards for myself that I don't seem to live up to."
As you read these words, it may seem as though she was somewhat dysfunctional. In fact, she wasn't. At all.
She was quite successful. She was (and is) a wonderful mother, a successful small business owner, very well read, self-aware, incredibly bright and pleasant.
Her life was full - too full.
Yet her heart was empty - yearning for more of
richness of life. Yearning to express
fullness and depth of who she really was.
Who she really was (is) . . .
Having gotten to
bottom of her survival-based patterns, we turned our attention to just that -
truth of who she really was.
We began this part of our work around
5th week of our journey together. To do this, we started by looking at times in her life when she felt most alive and most in love with life. We looked at what she was doing during those times.
More importantly, we looked at what she was being. We peeled back
layers of doing, in search of just
right words to capture
passion, joy and lust for life, which had become shrouded by years being not good enough.
I remember
initial strain we both felt as we worked to come up with just
right words, just
right statement to capture
depths of her soul in full bloom.