Inspiration and support comes to us ALL THE TIME. We simply need to be open to hear it when it is RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. This morning while answering emails, preparing for a workshop, writing for my February newsletter I felt overwhelmed. Is all that I do worth it? So I escaped for a moment into Facebook to see what others were doing with their day, and there was an email from one of my nieces to another that said, "You've just been pep talked!" Curiosity called, remember I suggested we need to listen, and . . . well, you decide.
I think I have been approaching this LinkedIn Group thing wrong. And while I dislike using that word, it seems appropriate here.
I am a Coach. To some, a Life Coach; to others, a Work Coach. I spent most of 2012 as a “groupee” of Coaching groups on LinkedIn, posting what seemed relevant for coaching. It made sense at the time. However, December was a month of reflection and preparation, and in that space I felt a change of focus would be best in the New Year.
So again, I am a Coach. And as a Coach I share insights and reflections as I listen and help others navigate to their answers. The “How To’s” of getting what you want in life has a gazillion websites to help one along. Frankly, assisting others as they move through how to’s on their way to their greatness is the easy part.
Defined steps others have used to succeed in reaching their own goals that they now share as ways to your achieving your goals are fine as templates to success, don’t get me wrong. There’s that word again. I have used and continue to use marketing templates, website templates, business model templates, template templates along the way and share them with clients.
However it is not in sameness that individual success lies. Rather it is in the uniqueness that one brings to living, and, for that, there are no templates one can follow. There is only insight and reflection of the perpetual questions:
• What is my purpose?
• What do I want?
• What IS my passion?
This is the searching that leads to answers that make the How To’s work for you. It is your own reflection of others answers to these questions that might ignite a spark to your unique answers.
To that end I researched new groups on LinkedIn with the objective to find where simply sharing insights and thoughts might benefit others. Nothing more. Nothing less. If you have read this far, thank you. If you wish to comment and share your thoughts, please do so I am perpetually seeking signs that this path I am on is the one I am meant to be on.
I will write again whenever there is something to share that might be insightful. Until then, enjoy and Happy New Year.
My mother is dying or is it my mother is in the last stage of living? Really, my mother is between time, dead and living. I apologize for the morbid beginnings to this writing. A loved one 's passing does this. My mother is between time . . . neither here nor there, and yet, both here and there.
Between time is a a place in living I have loved . . . until now. There is a ying/yang to everything, isn't there. I've written much and often of the value between time is for me. A place I can simply be. Whatever is meant to be past has passed. Whatever future, remains . . . out there. Between simply is. Nothing needs to be, should be, has to be.
But what is it when someone is on the slow road to the next? That is presuming you believe there is a next. When you are no longer engaged in this living and yet not in the next, truly neither past, future, nor present. Truly existing in your own unique between space.
What is it like? Is it like my between time every morning? Calm, peaceful, soothing. When I feel at one with the Universe. Or is it more like where I am now between in my day-to-day life? Uncertain, unsure, hesitant. Wondering where my path is taking me. The future simply a blur I am unable to bring into focus.
I think of my conversation last night in which I shared that when my mother is sleeping she has the most peaceful look. Is this like my morning between time? Then when she is awake, fretful, is this like my present day-to-day feeling? Again, the ying/yang, the balance that is all life.
So what to take from this current writing of between time? It ever is. It is a place we all experience often in our living. It is a dormancy that provides spaciousness to feel the calm and to feel the agitation that is the energy of life.
While it saddens me that my mother is presently in this between time, a place that I am unable to share with her, comfort her, be with her, I know this is her final between time. Her time to sort out, reflect and savor for her Self what has passed and let go of all that is unneeded for where she is going.
Maybe this is the lesson of between time . . .to experience and savor what once was, let go, and look boldly and vulnerably into what is to be, trusting it will be.