Another Monday Morning?
Tuesday morning? Wednesday morning?
If Saturday is all like Michael Franti's "It's good to be alive today" and Monday is the Moody Blues, it's time to look at a course correction.
Putting off your life for a stale career is insult to injury. Most of my clients call me when they're done being exhausted, bored, overwhelmed or frustrated. Trying to figure it out by themselves is going nowhere. Fed up, they reach out and say: "I can't live like this anymore - what do I do now?"
Hi! I'm Kelleen Griffin and for 13 years I've helped my clients get back to that happy 'Michael Franti lovin' life' feeling. I work specifically with professionals and entrepreneurs who are in the middle of their lives. This 'mid-generation' is cloaked in obscurity. Neither baby boomer nor millenial, we have a different way of seeing and being in this world, and I created this place just for us!
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There’s no way to start this one ‘right’ so I’ll just dive in. Time after time, I’ll be on the phone working with my clients, and I’ll hear some version of “I’m not sure what’s the right decision, if I do this, then that….” They go on to tell me some version of ‘I can’t rock the boat’ or ‘I have to go along to get along.’
This is not a post about decision making, it’s a post about decision framing. And yeah, that's Clint.
Mr. Aberg, my 10th grade history teacher, said, “What makes you, you? And how do you know? That chair there, we know it’s a chair because it has chair-ness. What makes you have Kelli-ness?”
Mr. Aberg sadly has passed on; his legacy however has not. It is now a deep part of my life. Indeed, what is my Kelli-ness?
Ask yourself the same question. What is your Kathy-ness? Wes-ness? Tom-ness? Dianne-ness? Vera-ness?
Recently I had a conversation with a client about taking a break. She's a brilliant scientist who's dedicated her life to helping others achieve their goals despite unfair social and political obstacles. I admire her and want to do everything I can to help her achieve her dreams.
During this discussion, it became obvious that she needed a break, even if it meant a mini-break. We spoke about meditation and going for walks (take a look at this article on the lost art of walking). When I asked what she could do to have fun, she gave me a few examples of the things she'd like to do then paused and with a sigh, said, "yeah, the fun I dread."
On Feb. 2nd, I will launch the course I wish I'd had 16 years ago, fresh out of Columbia with MBA in hand, switching from Wall Street to an executive position in a high tech company. Back then, if I'd known more about me (not the carefully crafted, socially acceptable me), I probably wouldn't have accepted that job, or have wasted so much time trying to fit into a broken economic system.
In a nutshell, the Brutal Truth is that. It is accepting what work has become for many, and what options we have to fix it.
I want to talk about …shame.
Writing about it implies that it will be in the abstract. As in, that thing that is happening over there or to someone else.
What if we could be shifted into the expression of shame, the emotion of it, for only a few seconds and then we could be back here sharing thoughts and ideas about that experience?
As I stood over the dirt and the filth, watching the big Earth movers do their stuff, my concentration was absolute. What was down there? What would we find?
Sure smelled horrific. Last night, we were told to put dye drops in our toilets; our house got the blue tabs, another red, still someone else green. Now, talking quietly amongst our selves, my neighbors and I waited for the tell tale sign. I had to stifle a little giggle; it felt almost like the reading of a Last Will and Testament.
I liked a Huff Post article today by Alena Hall explaining coping mechanisms for nurses. One of the great parts of the article is the explanation by the author of fractals and chaos theory. Now you probably don't have time for mind bending theories of the universe, and frankly neither do I. We can save the true rocket science for another day and just pull out the stuff that works, whether or not you're a nurse.
Here's what works for all of us: chaos theory by definition tells us things change. Duh! We all shrug, and say, Knew that! What we don't know, or at least can't see as it's happening, is the process of chaos itself. Get this, the process itself is very predictable. Nothing stays the same.
“Oh, you’re a life coach.”
I’ve had a rough time with this labeling thing, so I decided to write down why. Before I start spewing, it’s important to set the groundwork. Rather than rely on my biased opinions, I went out to a large network of colleagues and friends and asked them. What is it about the term life coaching? Do we like it or no?
Every morning I walk down to the coffee shop and order my cuppa joe. It's a ritual. I love this ritual. I say hello to the folks there, it feels like my day is off to a great start. The people at the bakery, it's actually a bakery that serves coffee, are doing their job, with a smile, and all feels right in my world. Last week, I said to the guy I always see, whose name I now know to be Tony, "how come you guys are always so nice here? It's a pleasure just to come in."
Tony said, "we have no reason to be mean." He started telling me about how much he liked working there, that he has a great job, and he's basically lovin' life right now.
Getting it wrong, screwing it up, and the best story ever told on how to fix it! I'd like to share a story about the white and black wolf told from the perspective of the black wolf. This seems urgent and relevant to our times and the story goes like this. A young man with a family, working very hard to put food on the table and provide for his family's welfare, develops a landscaping business. One day, he cuts back a bush and removes a small stump on a client's property. He digs down deep and nicks the water supply line. Water slowly trickles out and then the trickle becomes a steady stream. As more water gushes out and since the grounds are on a slope, dirt starts to move, then it starts to slide.