There is an old
story about a Zen monk who was waiting to greet the emperor of Japan.
Just before the emperor arrived, he turned to a fellow monk and said, “I’ll be
back later.” “Later” turned about to be 12 years. When his peers
asked where he’d been and why he’d left, he explained, “As I waited for the
emperor, I felt my palms begin to sweat. I knew that I was attached to
social roles because my body was tense. I’ve been meditating to lose that
attachment. I came back as soon as I could.”
In our culture, we often think that detaching from something means that we are less devoted to it, that we love it less. The monk’s story comes from the opposite perspective; when we are attached to people’s roles we cannot see them from a place of simple compassion.
In our culture, we often think that detaching from something means that we are less devoted to it, that we love it less. The monk’s story comes from the opposite perspective; when we are attached to people’s roles we cannot see them from a place of simple compassion.
Martha Beck
A situation recently forced my
comfort zone to suddenly become very uncomfortable. After working
through feelings of fear, frustration, and anger, a sense of peace settled onto
my heart. I fell back on the one lesson that I have learned repeatedly
throughout my life; every uncomfortable situation has a purpose. Each
time I have experienced a challenging situation I eventually discovered that
the discomfort of the situation caused one of two things to happen. It either forced me in a direction that I
would not have considered otherwise or I simply had a lesson to learn. It is
like participating in fate’s giant puzzle where timing is
everything. In this instance, I knew I had no choice but to get
comfortable at being uncomfortable while I pushed through the challenges in
front of me.
In the midst of learning to move
beyond my comfort zone, my friend’s mother passed away and then someone else
that I know lost her ten year old son. The little boy’s funeral was heartbreaking but
it was also a poignant reminder that certain things in life deserve the
investment of my emotional energy while everything else is simply a
circumstance that deserves my attention without the emotional investment.
I had allowed myself to become overwhelmed because of a series of inconveniences but I was
treating everything like a problem.
“One of life's best
coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a
problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is
on fire, then you've got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life
is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and
a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the
difference.”
Robert Fulghum
This epiphany helped me see that I
have started developing a set of self-limiting beliefs and behaviors. The fear of
failure, and fear of what others would think of me, had begun to creep in and
take precedence which made everything look more important than it really was. The lesson in all of this was reminding me
that it isn’t judgmental relatives, the bias of a bad boss, or the sexist view
of a colleague that holds me back. What
was holding me back was my own perspective.
You either walk inside
your story and own it or you stand outside your story and hustle for your
worthiness.
Brenee Brown
This situation turned out to be a
blessing. I was forced to look at my own
life through different lenses and realized that my life had become routine. For the last twelve months my focus has been
task driven. I was focused on meeting
the needs of my job or family and I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was
not doing enough. My safe zone was to
develop a routine that was boring but predictable.
Even as I looked around my house I saw lots
of beige and brown. While beige is a very
neutral color it is also a boring color.
If truth be told, I prefer bold color
and this is the first beige color scheme I have ever lived in.
I
shared my thoughts with a friend and told her of my plans to invest my energy
into things that are important to me, take steps to break out of my routine, and
incorporate color into my surroundings. A few days later I received
a card containing photos with wonderful ideas for adding color into a home and
the name of a painter friend she knows with a note that read “Be courageous.
Bathe your life in color.”
We can’t save
ourselves from fear by seeking safety, because safety always means there’s
something to be safe from—in other words, something to fear. The way out of
fear isn’t safety. It’s freedom.
Martha Beck
My new perspective reminded me to stop seeking a safety zone. I began to speak up instead of worrying about
being perceived as too aggressive and discovered that for every person who
discourages me from being heard there are even more people supporting my views
and offering encouragement. The changes in my surroundings are apparent
as I replace beige with green, coral, and blues. I am scheduling a vacation, cooking a great dinner
even if I have no one to share it with, making time to read, catching up on my
movie watching, and making time for the important people.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out
how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them
better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face
is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who
comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and
shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great
enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at
the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the
worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place
shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor
defeat.”
― Theodore Roosevelt
― Theodore Roosevelt
The critics are everywhere. Learning to say no and to disengage by not
investing emotional energy into situations that are contingent on the response
of others took practice. As uncomfortable as this situation was, it was more uncomfortable to
realize how my life was beginning to evolve around the expectations of others and I found it unsettling when I realized that I had almost allowed a predictable
existence to take over. No one should ever
become so overwhelmingly busy, so afraid of not meeting the expectations of others that a set of self- limiting beliefs and
behaviors can take control. Breaking out of that safety zone and learning
to say no wasn’t the most comfortable thing I have ever had to do but, I must
say, I am very grateful for this situation because it turned out to be the very thing that set me free.