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Letting Go, Moving On

We’ve lost many of the rituals and rites of passage that marked important transitions. One we’ve thankfully retained is celebrating the change from one year to the next. It can be easy to forget, though, as we party and toast the New Year that to move forward we have to let go of some of what has gone before or we risk getting tied down by the threads of our past.

Life is like a circus trapeze act. Imagine the acrobat, the bar gripped firmly in her hands. Ahead is the bar she needs to grab onto. That bar ahead is the future and the graceful, effortless flight from one bar to the next is the acrobat’s purpose, her reason for being.

One crucial thing has to happen before flying through the air and safely arriving on the next bar.

She has to let go of the bar she currently holds.

So in life.

We have to let go before we can move forward.

Letting Go Is Not Always Easy

I’ve not yet flown on a trapeze but I imagine one thing the acrobat needs to deal with is fear of letting go.

That fear is understandable.

What is in my grasp is familiar and safe and, no matter how attractive the way ahead, I fear a fall. No matter how painful it is where I am, letting go comes with uncertainty. Will the change be better or worse? Will I manage to hold on? Will I cope?

I believe understanding and releasing what holds me back is crucial to live a full and successful life – and there’s no time like the present for doing it.

We hold on to … PEOPLE

Not one of us is entirely alone. Some have huge circles of family, friends and acquaintances, while others have very few people around. Some of those relationships have been with us for many years and some are new. Each one of them serves some purpose in our lives – to give us love, belonging, learning, friendship, partnership or just fun.

Mourning is widely recognised as an important process when someone dies, when a relationship breaks down or when someone moves away. Even though it can be very hard when they leave, we somehow recognise the importance of letting go when the relationship end is outside our control.

But what about those people who are still in our lives and hold us back in some way?

Those who criticise our choices and are always looking for fault (some ‘friends’ or members of the family, perhaps?). Those we’ve known for ever and the only thing holding us together are memories of a distant past (old friends?). Those with whom we are ‘unnaturally’ dependent (grown up children? parents?). Or perhaps just those we don’t enjoy any more and somehow still keep meeting them.

Who is holding you back in some way? Who are you holding onto?

It’s probably time to update the relationship with an honest heart to heart and either change something or leave them – with gratitude for what they brought to you.

We hold on to … MEMORIES

Great things happen to all of us. Terrible things do too.

That’s life.

Often we hold onto the past long after the events have finished. We get nostalgic for our memories of better days and we get triggered into pain or anger by memories of things we’d prefer to forget.

The past is dead – but not buried for as long as we keep it alive in our memory. And as with all things that are dead, memories decompose and fester.

The good memories take on a sweet, rose coloured decay and, while they may be comforting in difficult moments, they are dead and gone. They stop us living our lives here and now. They make it harder to deal with the challenges of today because our energy is sucked into regret for the lost times that have been.

And the bad memories get relived over and over in our minds, bring us down and rot our hearts. They also stop us living our lives here and now. They keep us stuck in anger at the things that, in a just and loving world, should not have occurred. The reality is that they did happen – just we haven’t buried them yet.

What memories are you holding onto? What unburied things do you keep alive in your memory?

Perhaps it’s time to let them go and move on? Release them by talking to someone or maybe writing them down and burning the paper. It may not happen overnight but take a first step.

We hold on to … THINGS

Unless you’re a naked hermit living in a cave and off the land you’ve probably accumulated a few material possessions. Perhaps even a lot of them.

Of course we need some physical things to support our lives, for convenience or because they look good. I’m certainly not advocating removing everything. I am advocating being honest with ourselves about what things hold us back from making the next move in our lives.

Maybe it’s our home and the mortgage attached to it? Investments where we’re often checking the share prices? Furniture that we inherited? Or perhaps small things, such as gifts or paintings by the kids, that represent old memories?

Each thing we possess needs a certain amount of maintenance – repairs, cleaning, painting, servicing, etc..

But there’s also emotional maintenance we invest in these objects. The resignation (or delight?) that we’re stuck in this house for the next 24 years of mortgage payments. The pride as we show off our child’s prize drawing from 18 years ago. The worry that grandma’s antique table will get scratched every time someone visits.

I sometimes imagine everything I own is attached to me by an invisible thread. Some threads are thick and strong, while others are thin and easily broken. Individually, each thread is manageable and doesn’t hold me back in any significant way. Collectively, if I allow it, they tangle me up and tie me down.

What things hold you back?

Now’s a good time to let go of some of the things that weigh you down and hold you back. Sell them, give them away or discard them. Put them into storage if you really can’t face letting them go – but make that first move.

We hold on to … DREAMS

Personally I believe it’s our hopes and dreams that give us fuel to create great things in our world. Our dreams of how things could be, shape our actions to improve our lives and those of the people around us. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect only human beings possess the capacity to dream and to lose that entirely would be a terrible thing.

I also believe if we hold onto dreams when they no longer serve us they get in the way of moving forward. Letting go and mourning unfulfilled dreams is crucial to give space to new, more compelling dreams.

Maybe our life turned out differently compared to the dreams we had when we were younger. A project we dreamed of winning that went to someone else. A person we dreamed of being with who chose another. Any disappointment, regret or anger we feel in relation to our dreams is possibly a sign we haven’t moved on and are still hanging on.

What dreams have passed their shelf life and need to be discarded?

Now’s the time to mourn those dreams and let them go. Find new, better dreams that could flourish in the space you give them to grow.

A book I can recommend is ‘Transitions: Making Sense of Life’s Changes’ by William Bridges. I found this incredibly helpful at several stages of my life where I was struggling to deal with change and letting go of the past.

Good luck! Enjoy the flight from the past to the present.

A Gift To The World

On this day in 1963, something happened that fundamentally changed the course of my life. It wasn’t something that hit the headlines, but it was something that still has repercussions to this day. In fact, this event is having an effect on you right this moment as you wouldn’t be reading these words if it hadn’t taken place.

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11 November 1963 was the day on which I was born.

How To Celebrate

Last night Mona asked me how I want to celebrate my birthday.

My immediate reaction was the same I usually get in relation to my birthday; ‘uuuugggghhhh,’ together with a strong desire to hide in a corner for the whole day and hope everyone else has forgotten it. It’s not my age that’s the problem as I enjoy whatever age I am and 46 is a nice round number.

My problem is partly about celebrating. I don’t really know how to do it.

I watch others celebrate at parties and in bars. Singing, dancing and obviously having a good time. I sit there and just can’t understand it. Externalising my celebration of life is just not my way. I can speak about it, I can feel it deep inside – but expressing it in a ‘traditional’ way is not my style.

1147773_club_1There have been times when I faked it, but that’s pretty tiring and I’d prefer to be more authentic. Christmas, weddings, other people’s birthdays, holidays, parties I can just about cope with if I’m in the right frame of mind. I can celebrate with others, though I do generally avoid random parties. I got fed up with drunken revellers demanding I enjoy myself – then dragging me onto the dance floor, trying to get me drunk or, in one horrible incident, trying to persuade me to take cocaine. NO WAY!

I prefer to celebrate quietly. Peacefully. On my own, or with those closest to me.

Still, I’ve struggled over the years to celebrate in any way on my birthday and have tried to hide it where possible.

But not this year.

My Birthday Is About – Me

1076955_vibrant_giftI’ve long claimed my reluctance to celebrate my birthday was in respect for my grandfather who died on my 21st birthday or that it’s because it’s ‘Remembrance Day‘ or ‘Veterans’ Day’.

Frankly both are weak excuses.

Mona pointed out to me last night:

If you can’t appreciate the ways in which you are a gift to the world, then it’s hard to fulfil your potential. And birthdays are the one day in the year when I think you could be doing just that.’

This hit the proverbial nail on the head.

I was brought up to be modest and keep my light hidden. At times I’ve kept it so hidden I’ve actually lost sight of the fact that it’s there.

Each and every one of us is a gift to the World.

Each of us has a light inside that can shine out for the benefit of all – if we choose to let it.

10 Ways I’m A Gift To The World

This is probably the hardest list I’ve ever written. Every cell of my body is crying out,

“Don’t do it! Who are you to blow your own trumpet? You’re going to lose all your readers if you do this. It’s just not DONE!’

So I say ‘thank you’ to the helpful voices in my head … and I’m going to do this anyway.

  1. Three people wouldn’t exist without me … my beautiful daughters Laura (17 years), Elena (6 years) and Nameless One (- 3 months).
  2. My humour which has made many people laugh
  3. My smile which has infected many people with smiles of their own
  4. The simplicity of my material world which inspires several people
  5. My writing which has stimulated change in people
  6. My capacity to listen deeply which gives others the space and love they need to find themselves
  7. My dedication to bring peace into my own life and to share that with others
  8. Through my presence I’ve brought joy to the lives of many people – and Mona is one of them
  9. I make Athos and Balki (our 2 dogs!) wag their tail whenever I give them attention
  10. I tend to inspire quite intense feelings in other people (not all of them enjoyable!).

And Finally …

I had a wonderful early birthday present – my last article had an avalanche of readers (around 30,000 over two days). It came just at a moment I was again asking myself if this blog is really worth the effort I put into it. So a big thank you to all who contributed to the overwhelming success of that post. It made my day!

As it’s my birthday I’m allowed one birthday wish.

I would like to hear, in the comments or by Email the answer to the following question:

In What Ways are YOU a gift to the world?

Looking through the clouds

This week I got some truly wonderful news. I’m not going to say what it is just yet, but suffice to say it’s the kind of thing that transforms lives. Really big, earth shattering news which needs to be celebrated and shouted out across the treetops.

But I’m still in shock.

Not about the news, but my reaction to it.

In fact I reacted how I usually react, but most of the time I don’t notice it as strange. This was so extreme though, I couldn’t fail to see it.

How did I react?

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I got in mildly obsessive state whereby all I could see were the problems and difficulties.  My head took over and I lost all connection with my heart.  That would have been okay, I guess, except that it was the negative part of my thinking that got hold of this news. Looking back, I was like a dog shaking a stick until it’s completely destroyed.  All I could see was a dark side where, frankly, no dark side exists.

It wasn’t a case of ‘glass half empty’ but rather that the glass was so full I couldn’t tell that there was anything in it.

I often do this.

Now if you’ve followed me even a little on this site you might be surprised to hear that. I don’t think I’m a pessimist but rather optimistic and positive.

Yet, faced with opportunity, good fortune, beauty and this amazing world I live in, I look at what’s going to go wrong. Fortunately I don’t stay in the black clouds too long, and quickly move through them to find the sun shining on the other side. I just wish I could skip the heavy weather and move straight to the blue skies.

Anyway, the point of writing about this was not to beat myself up or some in depth analysis of why I do this.

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What I wanted to announce was a personal programme inspired by my good friend Eva. She’s started a routine of stopping in her tracks three times a day and focussing her attention on what she has to be joyful about in that very moment.

She pushes away her negative thoughts about what’s wrong with her life or what she’s missing. She asks herself what’s right with her life and what she does have. She then drops me a quick Email of a couple of sentences telling me what she noticed.

I liked the idea so much I decided to do it myself.

My aim is at least once a day (with a target of three times a day) to stop and notice what’s going well in my life and what is joyful for me. It’s not always going to be a big thing. It’s not always  going to be something that means anything to anyone else. But it will always be something I’m celebrating.

#DailyJoy on Twitter

More than this, I’d like to share it and I’m going to use Twitter to do that (you can follow me here).

I started already and I’m using the tag #DailyJoy.

Now I’m not a huge fan of Twitter, though it is growing on me. For something like this, though, it’s perfect! And I invite you to join me.

Write about what you have in your life right now to be joyful about and add the tag #DailyJoy.

Easy.

If you’ve not tried Twitter you can sign up here – and then follow me here.


Latest economic news: Christmas bought in recent takeover activity

If you’re not in the mood for a Christmas rant, I suggest you turn to one of my more positive and upbeat posts. You might want to check back here in a few days when you’ve had enough festiveness. My rant has been building up for a while and had to explode sometime. I guess just before the festival begins is as good a time as any.

Let me say first of all that I really enjoy the Christmas of holiday, family, gifts, pine trees, pretty lights, good food and mulled wine. What I don’t enjoy is the blatant commercial pressure to celebrate in a particular way. The Corporate Way.

It’s hard to avoid the constant bombardment of messages about what Christmas ‘should’ look like with its avalanches of snow, expensive gifts and fake smiles. When it’s combined with crystal clear messages about what presents to buy (assuming that you do, in fact, LOVE your children!) then I just want to hide away and only come out when it’s over. I really sympathise with the Grinch and Scrooge.

Leave me alone – I want to be free to celebrate in my own way!!!

I was impressed when I first moved to Eastern Europe in 1994. Decorations started coming out a few days before Christmas and giving gifts was much more a symbolic matter with shops subdued in their promotion of the concept. Kids, generally speaking, received a few small gifts and adults none. The focus was on family gatherings, going to church, eating and celebrating together. I found there to be a real respect when everyone greeted each other with personal wishes spoken face to face rather than written on a garish card. It seemed that generosity was from the heart and not from the pocket.

14 years on and the Corporate Takeover is almost complete. Around mid-October the retail trade starts reminding us of the impending joyful days and the message is clear. Spend! Spend! Spend! A few shops don’t even bother to take down the tinsel and baubles but leave them up. Why remove them when you can use Christmas to encourage people to be buying all year round?

Over recent decades a new Church (of Commercialism) has copied the early Christians and has been stealing Christmas from under our noses. Originally, of course, it was a pagan festival to mark the winter solstice until the early Christian Church cleverly stole it. As they did it so gracefully and so long ago, we’ve accepted Christmas as a mainly Christian festival to celebrate the birth of Jesus, a reasonably important symbol to Christians.

Now it seems the takeover of Christmas is almost complete, with the corporate world mopping up with what might best be described as a ‘re-branding exercise’. It’s become ‘politically incorrect’ to talk about ‘Christmas’ for fear of alienating people of other faith or no faith. After all, non-Christians have money and know how to party too, don’t they? Why should they be excluded from the spending spree? I’m not sure what ‘politics’ has to do with this and it’s more accurate to call it ‘corporately incorrect’.

Even Santa Claus is not exempt from the re-branding. He’s increasingly called ‘Father Christmas’ which I suspect is transitional and a step away from his Catholic roots (Santa = Saint). Clearly ‘Father Xmas’ would be a bigger step on the way to becoming the ‘Festive Parent’. Come to think of it, he’ll only fully meet the high standards of corporate correctness when he gets rid of the kids on his knee and the white beard to become ‘Seasonal Person’. After all, he/she needs to appeal to every single buyer on the planet.

Apparently unconnected, we’ve seen corporate induced climate change destroy many a white Christmas. The ‘good’ news is that it’s done wonders for sales of fake snow, tinsel and white lights. Is it really coincidence that the takeover has gone hand in hand with polluting the Earth? Is climate change part of some evil plan to make us buy more? Hmmmm!

Rant over. Sorry about that, but I do feel a whole lot better.

Finally, here’s my Christmas message.

Christians

Reclaim Christmas as your own and don’t give in to corporate correctness.

Everyone else

Relax, have a good time with your family and party (Christians – you can party too if you want)

Find your own way to celebrate Christmas (or not)


PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!


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Happy Christmas Everyone!

Remembrance day

Yesterday was my birthday. I’ve always resisted celebrating, preferring to keep it quiet without ever being really clear what this reluctance was all about. Yesterday was no exception and I spent it very quietly, withdrawn from the world – apart from some quality time with Elena and a couple of phone calls. It’s always been this way and I never understood why. A special day? Not really. Enjoyable? For the most part, not really.

This morning it hit me what this has been all about for the past 45 years. Celebrating on this day (11 November) would be going against the tide of mass remembrance of all the victims of warfare. ‘Veterans Day’, ‘Remembrance Day’, ‘Armistice Day’, ‘Poppy Day’. In Poland it was the 90th anniversary of independence after generations of aggressive occupation and the mood in the capital was somber, respectful, nationalistic in tone and certainly not celebratory.

I believe that all of us human beings are joined together in many subtle threads of unconscious and spiritual connection. I’m not always sensitive to that as I go about my day to day life in this separate physical body of mine. Even yesterday I was kind of ‘switched off’ for the most part. That is until I woke up at at 6.00am today with this flash of realisation that every day on 11 November there’s been an unconscious part of me that’s tuned in to this collective reflection, remembering and mourning of the tragedy of war. And for all my life it’s been in conflict with this conscious thought that I ‘should be’ celebrating because it’s my birthday. That’s what you do on your birthday isn’t it? Celebrate.

What a relief this is! I thought there was something wrong with me! Well there probably is – but at least not this annual withdrawal from the world. I want to mourn the life lost in war. I want to reflect on the senselessness of killing each other. I want to add my own spirit and voice to the cry of ‘Never Again!’. I want to be in tune with the currents of life around me.

More than this. I want to live in a peaceful world where we solve our conflicts with compassion. I want to live in a world where arming our children and sending them out to kill is abhorrent to each of of us. Where concepts such as sacrifice, duty, ‘country first’ and the glorification of war and death at each other’s hands is a thing of the past.

Today, these things are still very much with us and it’s not much to ask of myself to set aside one day every year to remind myself of these things. I just wish it wasn’t on my birthday!

I suppose celebration can wait until another day!