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Why You DON’T Want to Achieve Your Potential

January 2, 2007

Why You Don't Want to Achieve Your PotentialDuring a conversation with a effectiveness consultant friend of mine whom I respect highly, I made a comment that I have made many times before. This time, perhaps because I was finally ready to hear it, it reverberated back in a way I hadn’t experienced before.

I said, “Sometimes, I feel like I’m not living up to my potential. There’s a gap in between myself and what it is I know I can do.”

I know what I expected the answer to be. It was the same stream of consciousness I’d been down countless times before. This time though, the conversation took an unexpected turn.

She asked, “What’s in the gap?”

I thought for a moment. “An experience of disconnect from what it is I know I already am.”

In the next moment I realized that there HAS to be.

The dictionary defines potential as: Potential:(n) something that can develop or become actual.

By definition, it is something that does not exist yet. The moment it does exist, it is no longer potential, but in fact reality.

Inherent in the experience of “potential” is a disconnect. Potential, then, is a description… a pointer that describes the experience I have of the gap between where I perceive myself to be at this moment and where I know I can be. “Should” be. “Want” to be.

This is where the seduction lies. Potential then, is always available, it just hasn’t been reached yet, but it could be, if only… blah blah blah….

It is the sense of being without something – as though that something would make me more. It is the proverbial carrot at the end of the stick, which seems just within reach… yet somehow always remains just out of reach. Experiencing myself in relationship to my potential means having to stand in the experience of wanting things to be some other way than they are right now. Wanting in the sense of an existential longing. I have to give up the experience of myself as I am which is totally whole, simply becoming what I am becoming. The other way I know I can go is in the delusion of “acting as if”- pretending as though I have reached my potential, in hopes or in anticipation that it will be realized. Again, the red flag here is the experience of being without something- the experience of being removed from what it is I am becoming.

Then in that instant… I realize that in fact I don’t want to live into or up to my “potential”.

I prefer the experience I have of myself when I consider being like an acorn where the entire oak tree is already present, or a lion cub where the entire adult lion is already present- just not fully realized… yet. It is inevitable, and it requires the interdependence with others to come into being… operating within a system that is larger than how I experience myself to be when I am perceiving myself as a lone individual. Again, I am becoming what I already am. Like this, when I “want” something it is like a pull in a particular direction- a direction I know is a total fit and match.

The becoming is always present. There is an utter sense of fulfillment while simultaneously knowing I am becoming this and will never “get there”. I am whole and complete- every step of the way.

Like this, the entire system simply comes to rest. Yet in that resting place… there is incredible energy to be doing whatever needs to be done. I do what needs to be done in the next moment to support my movement toward that becoming.

What’s in a Name?

September 15, 2006

What's in a Name?Plenty.

I would say it’s downright seductive to get caught up in the illusion that words actually mean something.

It’s one very effective way to stay out of synch with the experiences you are actually having in your life.

It seems, since the perception is that we can’t help but have experiences when we hear words that we think the words are causing them. But remember, the reality is that words are just pointers, they are triggers for a somatic (body based) experience, based on a particular association to the sounds that are being uttered or symbols that are heard or read.

It is common to think that because a word or set of words produces a particular experience in us, it does so in everyone else, in the same way. This is a false assumption – and the consequences can be anything from humorous to dangerous. Consider what it means to a British person who says “I was bloody gob smacked!” and what that same phrase means to an American. Likewise, “I was flabbergasted” would have little or no meaning to most Britons. Each reader is having a particular experience based a unique set set of physiological associations with the phrase.

While this is pretty easy to see with an example like this, it is more challenging when the words being written or spoken are describing something that most would consider as having the same meaning- like “I was really busy today” which meant to one person they got up, got to work, did several things, came home and to another cleaning up the house, taking care of a child, driving to get groceries. Both have said, “busy” yet the physiological experience is much different.

What does this have to do with decision making?

Again, Plenty.

To be a truly effective communicator is to consistently consider the other person or persons’ experience of the words you are using instead of assuming they are the same as your own.

You should be very clear as to the impact you are looking to create on others and decide on the approach and the choice of words you will be using from this standpoint.

 

Fixing the Line

September 14, 2006
It’s been a long day at the Philadelphia airport.fixing-the-line
I still haven’t gotten to where I am going, Las Vegas, but at least I know I have a good chance of getting there now.The day started out “routinely” enough… Drive to the airport. Park the car. Get to the terminal. Get through security. Get on the plane. Go. Get there. I sure have been reminded today that many unexpected things can happen within that seemingly short chain of events. The drive to the airport part was longer than expected, the off site valet parking place ended up being well off the beaten path. I arrived, after allowing for 30 minutes to get lost 25 minutes late after that. Driving to the airport didn’t happen on time to catch the flight as the main road that gets there had a water main break.But wait, there’s more.

When I got to the airport, the economy parking lot was full and the only spots open were ones with short term rates. I decided to go in search of another off site place to park at that point- deciding not to go back to the original place as I was unsure of how I even got to the airport and didn’t want to try my luck back-tracking. I had no idea where to look. About 1/2 mile away along the road I found myself on, I found a place which worked out to be about the same price as the economy lot so I drove in and got a ride in their shuttle to the terminal.

When I got to the terminal, there was a line the likes of which I haven’t seen in probably 8 years waiting to check in or talk to ticket agents. Several flights had been cancelled and a lot of people need to re-book flights. I was told if I got myself on the standby list for the next flight going out within 2 hours of my original flight I could wave their usual fee. My larger concern as I looked at the seemingly endless line going from one end of the terminal to the other was that I wouldn’t get to a ticket agent in time to get on the standby list in any useful point on a list, and I would pay the fee to boot.

I saw the self serve lines were infinitely shorter so I went up to one and tried to rebook on the computer there. I was given the message that I needed to speak to an agent. There was one right in front of me so I walked up to the counter and waited for her to help me. I stayed quiet and let her finish the flurry of things she was doing. She then looked up, took my now useless boarding pass and re booked me as standby on the next flight. Total wait time: 15 minutes.

Funny how a 15 minute wait can be perceived, depending on the context.

More developments. After a long security line (which I watched with fascination get exponentially longer after I got in it), I finally got to the gate. The flight was delayed 3 hours.
And the flight was overbooked by 10 people. And there were 10 on the waiting list. I saw the potential for a lot of waiting for me. I figured that, better than getting rolled over to the next plane where there were only 3 seats that could be taken before I got one, and then the next one, etc. – maybe it was worth it to go to the customer service desk and see if perhaps they could shuttle me to Las Vegas via whatever, Dallas, Pittsburgh, Boston, LAX, San Francisco, Maui Hawaii(why not?) or…?

So, over to the customer service desk I went. I got in what I thought was the line, directly in front of the counter, only to be met with scowls and sharp tones of “excuse me buddy, the line’s over here”.

Yup. there is was. Going off to the left, was a short line of people waiting to speak to the airline representatives behind the counter. They were enduring the situation at best. At one point the guy at the head of the line we were in walked over and roped off the area with a stand that the airline had in place to delineate where you should go. Finally, the small group of Asian tourists and the elderly man who were at th counter when I got in line both left at the same time and both representatives were free to speak with the two people ahead of me.

Now I was at the front of the line. A woman stepped up to where she thought the line was, stepping through the roped off area the guy ahead of me had created which had mysteriously come open again. Now I was making the “hey buddy” comment.

She stepped to the back of the line which was now meandering behind me a ways, threatening to go into the seating area and towards the windows. I looked at the people behind me, the empty line to the side, then said “I’ll take the lead- how about we put the line back to where it makes sense?” They agreed, but no one moved until I did. Then, they all filed in behind me.

Finally it was my turn to go to the counter. The woman, let’s call her Angela, listened to my story and started to look for ways to help me get where I wanted to go.

“You know, Las Vegas isn’t the easiest place to get to.”

“Get me there anyway you can, anything you can do.” I replied.

Her fingers were busy typing. Occasionally she would stop, furrow her brow a little, then start again.

“Hmmm. hmmm. Nope.”

“I can get you on a 3:30pm flight to Pittsburgh, but I can’t get you out.”

Then she looked up, looked at the line, looked at me, and the expression on her face changed.
A little more color came into her cheeks as she typed, reached over and gave me a boarding pass.

“Seat 19B, confirmed, on the direct flight leaving at 3:50. It’s a middle seat.”

Funny how an eight hour delay and a middle seat can be perceived, depending on the context.
“Thank you, thank you very much” I said, hurriedly putting the ticket in my pocket.

She looked at me and said quietly, “I’m not supposed to do this, but I appreciate you fixing the line.”

 

What Are You Holding on to?

September 14, 2006

what-are-you-holding-on-toFunny thing about how the human hands work- they can hold onto something, clutch something, and they can release it. Try it with any object you care to experiment with.I am assuming you are thinking about something you can hold onto- anything. Clutch it really tightly. Now imagine that there is something else you want to have instead– something that is much more appealing- much better for you- and you know it.

So, the thing to do, the simple, simple… so simple that it might seem for the moment to be be ridiculous to even mention it … is to release what you are clutching onto to get that instead.

So— go ahead. Let it go.But wait…

There seems to be glitch in the plan, as many of us know.

That whole letting go of what we’re holding onto part.

Yes… that would require letting go of what we are holding onto.

Without a sense of consistency, without a pervasive sense of of who it is we are becoming, and how each moment is either moving towards or moving away from that, behind what were are holding onto and what we are reaching out to have next, it can be so scary as to preclude any sensibilities we may have around the
subject… even though it is so simple… a sensibility that goes beyond anything rational or logical.

Without being aware of a sense of who it is we are being and who we are becoming, and that the thing we are holding onto needs to be let go of in order for that to continue to unfold, the process of letting go can feel impossible to realistically consider.

Not to say being aware of it makes it suddenly feel OK- it still is uncertain- but uncertainty and fear are not the same thing.

It is a difference though to consider letting go from that vantage point whether it be things like a death, a breakup or divorce, loss of a job, child leaving the nest— or even more seductive at times, things like newly falling in love, a new job, or parenting a new child.

Consider this, the moment you are reading this— that’s it. You will never have that moment again. It’s gone. It’s never the same thing. It’s always a different day. A different hour. A different minute. A different second. And it’s the only one quite like it and it’s only there once.

Who you are becoming becomes the only constant. That’s it. And when we hold on to that which is time to be let go, we simply take ourselves away from that becoming- into something based on something historical- something that was, not something that is. In the illusion of holding on, we actually are taking ourselves way from the only thing we can “hold on” to in a larger sense- the sense of ourselves that, while may not always feel good- or comfortable- or familiar- will in fact always give us what we really want in the first place…

Our connection to who we really are.

 

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