Conquering

This is about conquering other people.  I learned the concept of conquering others a few years ago.  For the most part, I see positive results when I put this concept into practice.

Conquering others is not about compromising your integrity and accepting abusive treatment - at work or from friends and family.  It is about understanding that we all have different needs and figuring out what those needs are to see how those needs may be fulfilled as well as our needs.  We may be different - like the adorable puppies in the picture - but in the end there are universal truths that bind us.

It's tricky.  I have been in a couple of situations where a member from my family crossed the line in such an egregious way that it's very hard to see her or feel about her in the same way. After going through the phases of hurt, anger, and mourning at the dilution of the relationship, compassion kicked in.  When that happened I believe I saw her for who she is...a wounded human being that deals with her life by finding fault and striking out against others.  Seems to me that her needs are so basic - to be loved and to be appreciated in order to feel secure - that when I am able to, I show her love.  Yet she doesn't trust it.  I confess that despite the fact that I love her I sometimes don't show her the same  unbridled love I express for other people in my life.   She has the capacity to strike back at any moment and I decided not to expose myself to that behavior anymore. While I admit I haven't conquered her at all, I have conquered my innate desire to react and strike back when she attacks me.

At work, I have faced abusive situations as well.  After not being able to address those situations effectively at first, I have learned to speak up and to stand up for myself.  That is incredibly empowering.  I have paid the consequences of speaking up because some of the people that bully and abuse others are insecure.  They perceive people that are strong and competent as a threat.  More than once my perception has been that they believed I was after their jobs when that was the farthest thing I wanted.  Their need for security can be fulfilled only by owning to their insecurity (which is unlikely in a professional setting) and being reassured or by eliminating the perceived threat.  I am consistently looking to move forward on my own achievements but in this case they only saw me as a threat that needed to be eradicated.  Gives me the chills.

How I have expressed compassion for these people is by forgiving them despite the damage caused in my career as a result of that.  I couldn't conquer them because the real issue was never deal with honestly.  What I conquered was the need for revenge and the desire to wallow in my misery and feel sorry for myself.  I chose the road of forgiveness (if interested in the topic of forgiveness, I wrote about that in an earlier post Freedom, February 3, 2011).

I don't harbor resentment or anger in my heart.  I value my heart too much. I prefer to preserve the purity of my heart and soul as much as possible.  It doesn't mean that I am perfect.  I see the people that hurt me as wounded souls and I realize I am being judgmental.  I know we all come with some wounds in areas that may be different.  Luckily the areas where I am wounded don't include hurting others.  I am very grateful for that!

Having given examples where I have conquered my own reactions and feelings when hurt by others, I come to the central premise of the post.  There are times that it is possible to conquer others.  When the person is just different, as most people are, made out of a different software version and DNA, it is possible to conquer them.  Kindness and a genuine willingness to connect at some level are two key elements in making that happen.  Refraining from judging others because they are different from us also helps.  

I strongly believe that people are what make the difference in any situation.  In my personal life or at work, it's how people think, behave, and what they believe in that makes the difference.  So when I meet someone I may not have chemistry with, I work hard to conquer this person.  I try to get to know him or her because there is a common ground for us to work together and it's critical to find what that is.  I also consider the real possibility that I will learn something about myself and also may learn something else that's valuable from that person.  Therefore, instead of approaching it in a negative way, I approach it as a discoverer.  That is how I work at conquering them.

So when you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation with another person it's best to find a good way to work through it rather than waging a war where both parties lose. There is probably a middle ground in most situations.  I say most situations because you also have to listen to what your heart and soul are telling you.  It's easier to do it in the context of work, much harder to do it with family and friends but worth trying.  In some situations, it's better to walk away.  Knowing what the best action to take requires stillness within yourself no matter how long it takes - to make sure no rash decisions are made.  Reacting to a situation is not an answer.  Ever.

Hope these thoughts help!  

Being...

I need to be and do but I feel so much better when I am than when I am busy doing something.

For me, being is a state of mind which I usually achieve when I'm sitting in front of the ocean watching the waves roll one after the other.  Or when I'm just listening to the waves as they break.  Or when I am watching the branches of a tree sway with the wind.  Being to me means that I am in a place of knowing, where ideas come easily and things fall into place on their own.   Effortlessly.  Nature is the best place for me to be.  I also meditate every morning and, depending on the meditation I'm doing, I am able to get to that place of knowing.

Other than that, there is so much noise and so many distractions around me!  Whether it's the television,  people talking loudly, or cars and buses on the street - it's hard to be in a quiet place.  The paradox is that this quiet place I am seeking is really within me.  It is just challenging to get to that place.  Drawing from it is what gives me peace as well as inspiration.  In addition to the noise and distractions,  other competing forces are the many things I must do.  Applying to jobs as I am doing requires identifying those jobs, writing a meaningful letter to go along my CV, making sure that the CV is consistent with what the job requires since my experience is both broad and specific, and that I have enough food in the refrigerator to eat while I'm working on this.  It's definitely a full time job.  I also focus on going to the gym and taking a walk by the ocean to stay mentally and physically healthy.

I keep a list of things to do and this list includes both personal and professional actions that I must execute.  Making a list is a good way to get things done except the list never ends, a few things on the list may be eliminated as they get done but other things replace them.  I tell myself that the mundane things in life must be done in order to have the luxury to be.

The part of doing that is very fulfilling is when I create.  The work that I love doing is to create answers to the world's problems.  It's rare to get the opportunity to do that in a job unless one creates a company - which I am thinking about doing.  In the meantime, I create when I write this blog.  I apologize to my readers that the posts are not always crisp and well polished - I choose to write when I am working through a specific issue as that is the purpose of the blog.  With all the other things I must do, I only spend a few minutes writing.

It's a constant struggle.  I'd rather be and know in my world where everything makes sense.  But to be part of this planet means I also must do.   As long as I can create while I am doing, my life will always be fulfilling and meaningful.  




  

On the Edge...

I can see the ground from up here...

I recently met an amazing human being.  It was on a plane, on one of my many trips South.  I usually don't talk to people on the plane because sometimes people are just chatty and conversations don't evolve much beyond the trivial.  And I usually have things to do, either read a book or a magazine or work.  I cherish my time on the flights to catch up on things.

So other than saying hello to the guy that was on the aisle seat we didn't exchange any other words.  I then sat in the window seat with the middle seat thankfully empty.  About 30 minutes into the flight the flight attendant offered us drinks and I ordered wine.  When it came time to pay, the guy on the aisle seat said "It's on me..." and I turned around to thank him.  From then on, the wine flowed as easily as our conversation.  It was probably one of the most profound conversations I have had with anyone in my life - and I am including conversations with close friends that I have known for years.  He told me his story and I shared mine.  His story was a story of pain and victory.

He shared he had been on the edge early in his life and all the details associated with that experience but that he was in a very good place now.  I told him I was on the edge now but not giving up and being proactive and positive as much as possible.  Being on the edge to me means that there is peril in every step because I'm not totally sure I can make it.  Despite all my energy and drive, I can see the ground clearly as I walk on the tight rope.  And the ground beckons me.  It's hard to ignore it.

My new friend and I talked about everything we could conjure up and even though I am an extremely private person, I felt I knew him forever.  It was easy to confide in him.  I was impressed with his honesty, his intelligence and the light that he exuded...it shined all around him.  So we talked and drank for the rest of the trip and, I must admit, I was buzzed to say the least when I arrived at my destination.  The buzz wore off but what didn't wear off at all was the imprint that he made on my soul.  Very deep.

I was touched by this lovely and sweet soul, different from me in some ways but similar to me in so many others.  It was as if he was born in the same planet.  What a warm and cozy feeling that left in my heart!  Hopefully we'll be able to keep in touch in our lives.

I'm still on the edge but meeting a special person like that distracts me from the ground all the way down there...and helps me focus on the next step!

There are no coincidences, are there? 

Testing My Power

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I believe in our internal power.  I believe that we create our reality.  Relentless focus, positive energy,  believing in myself - all of those elements are critical but another key element is being out in the world. There may be other key elements although I am not sure what they are.  I have to translate knowing about this internal power in order to truly create what I want.  I have yet to find the exact formula for it.

As confident as I am in my experience and abilities I also have this shy side to me.  It is the side that doesn't really want to be out there, networking with people I barely know and sharing part of what is very valuable to me - my time - to schmooze to achieve an ulterior motive.

It is that uncompromising and protective side of me that I am going to conquer.  Starting this week I will engage in activities that I am uncomfortable with - writing letters and engaging with others to get help.  Help in getting "the dream job".  I am very able to ask and get help for others so why can't I get help for myself?  That must be conquered once and for all!

And so I forge ahead with a clear purpose for the rest of this month...let's see what that yields.

I am a warrior after all!  A peaceful warrior that can go to war with whatever is keeping me from getting what I want.

First, I have to determine who the enemy is in order to vanquish it.  That is the most important question of all.  Second, I destroy the enemy and achieve victory.  Sounds simple, huh?   I know this enemy is within myself so it's not simple at all.

Stay tuned.

Nostalgia...

I was here one day...

Nostalgia definition (www.dictionary.com):  a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: a nostalgia for his college days.


While I am more and more focused on being in the moment I periodically revert to the great memories of the past.  It's up for debate whether the past was so wonderful as my mind has decided to record it but it certainly makes for nice daydreaming sometimes. Although it also brings a little bit of heartache.

I remember my grandparents when they were relatively young, traveling around the world with my parents and bringing me unusual presents.  I remember how - when my parents were in Europe and we were enrolled in a boarding school - they used to take all four of us kids to the movies to see one movie after the other at a special movie theater.   I remember each one of the delicious snacks they bought us between movies.

There are other cherished memories that didn't happen years ago, maybe some of them took place just last year.  Whether it's a memory a month ago of my two-year old niece laughing heartily at her own antics once she viewed herself in a video I took of her or a memorable dinner last night with some friends, drinking wine and looking from the terrace at the shimmer the full moon created on the ocean,  these memories are as vivid to me as some memories in the more distant past.

I have included a picture of steps in this post.  It is a picture of steps my feet made in the snow at a park in front of my building last year.  They symbolize a beautiful memory that even if the snow did melt and erased my steps, that memory is forever ingrained in my heart and soul.  I had many happy seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and months in that park...I have had many happy seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and months since then in many places as well.  Yet the memory of my park still reigns supreme.

I went to dinner with one of my best friends tonight.  Somehow our conversation turned to our parents. My parents died within a span of two years a few years ago.  To me, they were the perfect parents and that doesn't mean that they were perfect.  I would give anything to be able to drive up to their house once again, have dinner with them, talk to them, laugh with them...but fortunately I have plenty of memories to keep them alive in my heart.

Our ability to remember these memories whether they happened several years ago or just last night is a tremendous gift.  It's as if our mind can help us be back at that moment to relive and relish the happiness of feeling good no matter when or where it was.  I contend that if one truly lives in the moment it doesn't matter when that moment took place, it will forever be etched in our minds (barring any disease to prevent that from happening). Yes, there is a degree of pain associated with it but it is probably equal to the degree of pleasure and happiness to remembering we actually lived it.

So that's what I constantly attempt to do, live in the moment fully.  My motivation is to just enjoy myself at that moment in time without letting anything interfere with it.  It also helps my desire to then  relive it again and again although this second dynamic happens automatically.  I don't think, "let me live fully so that I then remember it".  It's more about living fully because today is all I have.  Remembering about it later is just a bonus.

We only have today.  We only have this instant.  Now.  We better make those steps in the snow now.  Live, live, live...