Remember last Monday http://wp.me/s2ym4v-monday
I had decided to start a new series, Honest Monday.
Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing.
Blogging may be all about platform building for writers but I don’t how to do that or why I would even want to. Except, I believe that our voices matter. I believe in groups and crowds. I love when people come together for one purpose. If a lot is good, more is better….
This life I live and the things I have overcome are not unique to the human condition, yet there is inherent value in sharing this one life. My story, my perspective, my questions and responses are part of the bigger picture. Even though they account for no more than a drop of quickly evaporating water.
In one way or another I am testing myself and perhaps even you – the reader. I’m testing to see how safe it may be out here in the wild abandon of the blogosphere.
My biggest struggle in life has always been FEAR!!!! – this means that writing anything that anyone may read is terrifying. Exposure is not to be taken lightly.
I want your feedback. I request your input, your likes and also the dislikes. I don’t like rejection but I have a high value of understanding. If done respectfully we may learn form disagreeing than we do from agreeing. Nothing is more difficult for me than not understanding where a person may be coming from and what their experience may be.
Authentic living asks of us to be able to dialogue through difficulties and misunderstanding, even at the risk of rejection.
A few years ago I was taking a training course to further my skills as a life and business coach. We spent hours upon hours in a classroom, sitting in a circle engaging the material and one another. One of the learning modules was experiential learning. It’s been proven that adults learn best through experience, it drives the point of the material home.
One of the exercises required team work. I was paired with a friend, Dan who was going to be my “coach’ while I was “the client”. My job was to be blind folded and wait in the corner of a rather large room until I could discern the voice of my coach and begin my walk toward him.
Unbeknownst to me the room into which I had entered, had been turned into an obstacle course that was nothing short of hazardous. I would have never agreed to walk though that room blindfolded had I known the condition of it.
My job was to listen for Dan’s voice and follow it across the room, however I could not hear him. Music was playing so loudly that it made hearing him nearly impossible. Others were yelling misleading instructions and so very quickly I became disoriented and disillusioned.
My ‘coach’ discerned my state of mind. He had one chance to walk across the room. So he came over and made me aware that this was indeed the exercise from hell, that there were things I’d have to walk over, around through and that I may end up with a broken limb if I did not listen to his instructions EXACTLY.
I focused in on what I knew as my saving grace – Dan’s voice – and started moving. I did exactly what he said, I listened for him in spite of the music blaring and the misleading voices of others.
If I ever lost him I stood still and waited until I could hear him again.
I’m not sure how long it took me to cross the room. It may have been a few minutes or an hour, but making it to the other side helped me know that what happened during that exercise was to be repeated again and again on the playing-field called real life.
I learned a lesson I shall never forget.
Even when things get complicated…
when what I thought would happen and what is actually happening have virtually nothing in common….
when the shouting voices of panic and fear are so loud that I cannot hear the voice of safety…
when the obstacles feel so big that I may think they are insurmountable…
I have a choice to tune into the voice of love and grace.
The voice that Dan modeled for me was that of grace and love. This voice always pulls me through.
The way of truth and life is not promised to be easy or simple. The voice of fear is intend on me giving up.
Yet, the voice of Love does not grow impatient when I stop.
Stopping helps in reorienting.
I am not alone.
New can be scary.
The unknown can be terrifying.
But grace and Love are enough.
So, with this in mind I hit publish every time. I promise to publish with honesty, even when it’s not Monday.
I trust that obstacles are learning experiences and that Love and grace are never far from me.