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    September 28, 2006

    How does this work?

    More accurately, why does it seem so difficult to do something that is supposed to make my life easier? I’m exploring bringing in an assistant. Someone to help me reduce the administrivia that’s all around me. I’ve had assistants before and it’s almost always required more effort ensuring that they knew what to do, where to find what was required and, more importantly, that the quality was what I needed. 

    I was imagining having an assistant and noticed how uncomfortable the notion felt in my body. I felt encumbered and clumsy. It was almost like wearing an oversized pair of clown shoes where I had to be very deliberate and attentive lest I trip as I moved forward. Progress was definitely slower in my mind’s eye. 

    Intellecutually, I fully understand the value of having an assistant. Realistically, I do need one if I’m going to be as effective as I want to be. And that I believe is my key. The “for the sake of what” needs to be more compelling than simply handling the administrivia. That’s not a “big” enough reason. If that is my focus I will never be comfortable with an assistant. In order to grow into the clown shoes my purpose – my "for the sake of what" – must be much larger. It must be large enough to allow me to fill the shoes and wear them with comfort. Literally, because ideals are big it takes a big person to fully inhabit the shoes worn by one living their ideals. That’s how it works!

    September 07, 2006

    Passion Leading to Performance...

    What is it about how I view myself and my place in life that empowers the reasons and stories in my life? Especially the ones I use to explain and justify why I don't have what I say I want?

    What am I passionate about? This is my identity. It is my "ideal" life. It is the life born from the imago cells of my core (“imago” is the word used for the final & perfect stage of an insect after metamorphosis, e.g. a butterfly) that define who I am and where I belong.

    Give me a reason why you weren't able to accomplish something and I'll find for you someone, somewhere, who could accomplish what you didn't. It's not the reason that holds me back. It's the reason's expression as an artifact of something more fundamental. What is it about how I see myself - how I see my place in life - that validates the reason?

    Taken as simply one example of the myriad content pieces of my life the reason is given meaning and relevance by the context that frames it. This context is my sense of identity.

    The significance of this is that everyone is in some way passionate about their sense of identity. I can't not be. This passion leads to very specific performance characteristics and, eventually, to the result that is my life.

    What am I passionate about?