Yesterday, I was listening
to a really insightful teaching by bestselling author Wayne Dyer—he was the
main attraction of the fund raiser for PBS and his topic was on what he calls Wishes
Fulfilled. By the way I highly recommend checking it out. In his talk he shared a poem that
really resonated with me. The author’s name is Portia Nelson.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS
1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost...
I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost...
I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in...it's a habit
My eyes are open; I know where I am;
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in...it's a habit
My eyes are open; I know where I am;
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
5) I walk down another street.
Wow. I’ve been this person. I am this person. It seems I too often only get to
chapter 4. I repeat and repeat and then wonder why I’m getting nowhere except
frustrated and exhausted. And, then it eventually dawns on me…”do it differently,
Lori.” Quit just rearranging the
furniture--my metaphor for avoiding necessary change. I tell myself if I just
make things look prettier, fresher, my perspective will change and all will be
well.
That’s what I tried to do in my last job where I worked in an
executive position at a major book publishing company. I was making myself
crazy by trying to fix things that couldn’t be fixed—things that were beyond my
control. I’d always been on the winning side of things in my long and
successful career. I’d climbed the corporate ladder and done quite well, really
well, but the company was changing due to new leadership and a changing
economy. The position I’d held for almost five years and poured my heart and
soul into was coming to an end, but I just couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t, see
it. Failure has never been a word I understood.
It was only when a good work
friend said to me “Lori, how long are you going to let yourself be tortured?”
that things started to change. Those words really woke me up. My response was
immediate and I walked down the hall to my boss’s office. Rather than extend my
torture as my friend described it so aptly, I decided to “walk down a different
street.” It was scary—stepping out often is, but I knew I was doing the right
thing when I offered my resignation.
God knew how it would play
out all the time but he was just waiting on me, patiently, to decide it for
myself. He didn’t push, he didn’t prod. He simply saw beyond my seemingly
insurmountable obstacle like always. The day I left my job was 8.8.08. It’s not
by chance that 8 is my favorite number and it is a date that I will never
forget. But not for the reasons one might think – for me it’s not the day my
position ended, but rather the date my new chapter began—book people talk like
that you know.
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