More of this… Less of that

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When I’m working with my clients, often times they’ll speak about something that “always happens” to them. Something that seems to come out of the blue, and yet, when we drill down, we discover that it’s usually rooted in a lack of awareness about the cause of that “something”.

My clients are smart cookies. They’ve got a lot goin’ on upstairs… they’ve also usually got a few too many things going on in other areas of their life and/or biz. Thus, the lack of awareness.

So today, I’m giving you, dear reader, a piece of advice that isn’t really mine to give. I’ve seen it in various forms from different voices both online and off. This is just the version I share with my clients.

Two Lists That Will Change Your Life: More of This, Less of That

Appetite For Distraction?

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The title of today’s post comes from something I heard in an audio book by Father Richard Rohr (@RichardRohrOFM) called “The Art of Letting Go“. In it, Richard talked about how we, as a collective society have fared more along the lines of Huxley’s “Brave New World” than we have Orwell’s “1984″. His thoughts circle around how we’ve done ourselves in by our chasing of pleasure, versus being controlled by Orwellian “pain”. Granted, Rohr is a Franciscan, so I expected him to speak to our materialist natures, but this particular part of the audio book hit me hard.

An “appetite for distraction” implies that the more we chase these pleasurable distractions, the less we focus on what really matters – on being our true selves and being able to be present to what life is about in the here and now.

The other morning I was immersed in part of a 40 day & night transformational process I’m developing.  In response to a writing prompt about what I believe about my business, I wrote down the following:

She Said I Was Her Next Of Kin

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“I’m getting on a plane in the morning. I’m going to go surfing Central America.”

This couldn’t have come at a worse time, quite frankly.

My sister rings me up, essentially out of the blue, to remind me that I’m her next of kin, and that if “anything happens” while she’s out of the country, the life insurance check comes to me.

“I love the idea of people getting money if I get washed out to sea.” she said. “I mean, I don’t like the idea of getting washed out to sea… but if I do, I’m happy to know there’s a check coming your way.”

That’s my sister. I love her frankness… most of the time.

Today, however, I’m not sure if I love her or hate her. Not because of her, but because of me, of course.