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From Control to Curiosity

“Is it my age?” I wonder. As a newly minted 60 year old all I can think of these days is how important it is to be curious. Curious? Yes! About life, about what’s up for me in the next decade, about my work in the world and more. Life is, if you will, an endless series of question marks.

It's All Perfect!
It's All Perfect!

And it is all perfect for it makes me feel much more youthful, engaged and definitely enthusiastic about life. In fact I cannot imagine it any other way.

It has not always been this way, as when I was younger I was very big on control. It seems to me, as I look back, that curiosity and control are polar opposites. How can you be curious if you need to be in control? Curiosity requires that you step outside the usual boundaries of your life and take a look at things differently or examine things that are different. Well known self-help guru Wayne Dyer says that when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

Back to control. It really is an illusion, don’t you think? I mean do we really think that we can control things outside of ourselves. YES WE DO and, if you are like me when I was less wise, I thought the tighter I held the reins on my life, the more I could control the world around me.

In my observations of people, I see the toll that control is taking. As one of my coaching clients shared with me today, control creates an air tight box around you. You become very cautious about how you live in the world, especially at work and in that caution, you begin to lose a sense of who you really are. The person who wears your cloths and your skin is simply a framework of the real you, like a skeleton without the flesh. When control looms large in your life, you fear losing it, which further magnifies the problem. What if someone experiences the real you, the person without the masks, the person who might be vulnerable, the authentic self? “Will I be judged”, you wonder? Isn’t it safer to wear that mask and control exactly how people know me? 

And this is only one example of how you engage control in your life. I had many strategies, for example, endless plans filled with work and life objectives, subtitled by an equally endless list of activities that would outline how these objectives would be achieved. These lists framed my days and I took great delight in ticking each item off the list. That’s not to say I don’t use lists today, as I do. But they are different, open ended, less focused on outcome, more focused on ‘what if…?’ And that’s where curiosity began.

You may not agree with me that curiosity is important, many don’t. If you do however, this is an opportunity to take your life back and begin to approach things differently. Where do you begin? Consider the question, “If I want to be in curiosity, what control am I choosing to release?” Now there’s a loaded question as that forces you to actually consider where in your life you are control seeking –  relationships, work, personal habits, you name it. Then you need to evaluate the risks involved with actually relaxing your standards, becoming more flexible and a little less of a perfectionist. Oh that!

I encourage you to see this conversation as a SIGN that it is time for you to relax a little, stretch your boundaries, and wonder about what lies outside that sphere of control you have been living in. Ask yourself how this is serving you. If it is not, you may be experiencing a sense of disillusionment with how your life is unfolding or you may find yourself daydreaming of escaping the place you are currently occupying. If any of these feelings are present for you at this time, know that the opportunity is here to shift gears, from control to curiosity.

Begin by simply wondering about the ‘what if’s’ of life:

  • What if I changes careers?
  • What if I started that art course I have been putting on the back burner?
  • What if I released the limiting beliefs I have about myself?
  • What if I stopped trying to be perfect?
  • What if I dropped all the masks I wear? 

You get the drift – it’s about starting with a question rather than starting with an answer. Answers are built on what you know and the way you have always done things. They are safe and they give you control. Questions invite in new solutions and ways of examining life and work. They may open up the unexpected and there is no assurance that this will be comfortable. And that is perfect, for questions encourage you to grow.

Is it time to shift from control to curious. I hope so. I hope you never grow up and that you retain the curiosity of the four year old who wants to know why. 

Until next time….                                                      

Betty

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Taking Flight – Part Two

Sign posted outside Sky Diving Area

Where do I begin? After a ten day delay, yesterday I finally made the big jump, faced my fear and took the leap. For the first time in my life I went skydiving. I am not sure how one describes the experience as some of the expletives I might like to use are not appropriate to put in this column. Suffice it to say that the two young ladies who dove before us simply said, “Freaking Awesome”. And that is a great summary!

Getting here has been an eighteen month journey which began at Beyond Courage, a five-day retreat in November 2008. As part of the program, we were learning how to pack a parachute.  I actually thought I was going to be using it but it turned out to be simply a team exercise. The seed however, was planted, my 60th birthday the occasion.

Jim and I arrived at the airport about two hours before our flight allowing us to see other skydivers come in and land. It looked easy and effortless. It was also incredibly beautiful, to look into the sky and see that speck of black high above separate from the plane, breaking free like a baby being birthed among the clouds.  Moments later the multicolored chute opens, wings are sprouted in that instant, the pace slows. The skydiver dances through air, painting designs in the sky.  The landing, the part I most feared ismanaged by the tandem master, and looks like sliding into first base. The entire experience looked magnificent!

 Jim and I were called over to the prep area. We were given a few minutes of basic instruction. “You will crawl on your knees to the door. Sit and put your feet on the step just outside the plane. Your tandem master will be behind you, firmly attached and then 1-2-3 jump! Sounds easy, non?” Maurice asked in his French accent. “Once you jump, ” he added, “you make like a babana. Press your head back into my shoulder and tuck your legs backward between mine. That will give me more control and trust me, you want me to be in control!”

He was full of humour and fun, gently teasing and reassuring us as he ‘geared us up’. The gear: a blue and orange jump suit; next a heavy leather harness which when tightened fully felt like a chastity belt and a very tight ‘lift-up’ bra combined. I can’t say what it did for Jim’s ‘family jewels’. The helmet was the most charming part of the equipment, Red Baron like in style, with large plastic goggles. Thumbs up and we were ready to go.

Betty and Jim ready to Jump
Thumbs Up!

 

In addition to the pilot and co-pilot, we were seven in all. My tandem master Dennis (who thankfully was tall and strong as I had dreamt the night before that my tandem partner was a midget!), Jim and his partner, Maurice, and two camera men to record the event. One additional jumper joined us just for the ride. The belly of the plane is small and very crowded; everyone literally packed in like sardines, the person in front between the back person’s legs. Once everyone has boarded, there is no changing your mind. As the plane taxied down the runway and then took off, I still felt remarkably calm, as if this was an everyday occurrence.

The fields below fell away. Beyond the hills of Gatineau Park appeared. In the far distance I could see Ottawa on the skyline. The sky was dotted with late afternoon clouds, wispy and billowy and I knew I would soon be among them. Suddenly the door opened and our tandem masters yelled, helmets on! The first diver jumped, gone, so fast. There was no time to think and before I knew it we were moving toward the back of the plane.

Just before taking off Dennis had asked me if I wanted to experience a back flip rather than jumping front first. I said sure. What did I know! I was later thankful for this as Jim described facing forward and looking into the abyss as one of his most breath taking moments. 

Jim and his partner were out the door and before I knew it I was facing the inside of the plane, at the doorway, placing my feet on the step, Dennis behind me. I heard him yell 1-2-3 and before I realized what was happening we rolled backwards, doing back flips in the sky like a gymnast with wings. OMG! The air rushed by me, assaulting me at first while I caught my breath. I could feel the wind pushing at my face, teasing my lips upward. Someone had told me this was the ultimate facelift and I was thinking they were right. 

Once we stopped flipping I felt absolute joy as I looked around me and I shouted to the wind, “I am FLYING!” The downward rush came to a sudden halt when the chute opened and I feel a sudden upward thrust, as if the hand of God has just reached down and caught me. The air rushing by my ears stopped. It grew very quiet. We glided through the sky, circling Maurice and Jim, then approached them allowing the two chutes to ‘kiss’.

Dennis passed me the controls and told me to direct the chute. I hesitated but he insisted and I turned us to the left, then to the right. He re-assumed control as we circled the landing area, performed a few large circles giving us a 360 degree view of the landscape. 

The ground approached quickly.  Dennis brought us in for a smooth effortless landing and before I knew it I was sitting on the grass and it was over. The entire flight from 13, 000 feet downward took only a few minutes.

As I rose from the grass I felt barely a quiver in my knees. I was still calm and I noticed at no point in the entire experience had I been in the grip of fear. I felt awe, and wonder, and freedom and bliss, and yes, just a wee bit of pride that I had actually allowed myself the experience! And I would do it again! 

We Did it!

What did I learn? What was the SIGN? I want to experience awe, wonder, and bliss more often. I want to give myself permission to embrace fear and go beyond it and, most importantly, I want to sky dive again, both metaphorically and realistically. I want to jump into life everyday and feel that kind of excitement excitement! What about YOU?

 Until next time….

Betty

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Delayed

Desolee, as they say in french. On July 9th, Jim and I departed on the great adventure. It was early morning, and we were ready to take the great leap. I felt remarkably calm, centered and focused. Of course, I was not hanging out of the door of the plane at that point either. Thirty minutes into our drive to the airport we hit the first storm, the rain coming at us so fast and furiously we had to pull off the highway and proceed at a snail’s pace. It did not last long, and it was advance warning of the day to come, as a series of storm cells marched through the Ottawa River valley.

Arriving in Ottawa, I called the airport and spoke with the young lady scheduling the flights and the jumps. “We have you on stand-by”, she informed me.

“What does that mean exactly?”, I asked. 

“We wait until we see a break in the storms, then you take off”.

I am thinking that this is less than perfect for me, imagining us jumping among the huge black cumulus clouds that are crowding the sky, the occasional thunder and lightening circling us like a great celebratory dance. Sky diving took on a whole new dimension as I imagined myself guided to the ground by electric shock therapy.

Despite my reticence, I gave her my cell phone and said , “Call me when we are good to go!”

Jim and I went on to Starbuck’s for a brew and a chat. As it was attached to the Indigo-Chapters bookstore, we wandered,  sipphoned through the CD’s on sale coming up with a few gems from the past that we had never replaced from our extensive record collection, like Moody Blues and other favorites, picked up the new Fast Company Magazine and headed out. It was raining, again. Without any discussion I called the shydiving company again and re-sceduled. The young lady seemed non-plussed and non-committal. I was thinking that customer service was not her forte or she is not comfortable speaking english, as it was evident that she was a Francophone.

Ottawa is a great city to hang out in. Off we went to the Glebe, one of our favorite neighbourhoods, had lunch, relaxed. It was a reminder that we were, after all, on vacation. I am learning that a Stay-cation has its merits and downfalls. I love being at home in my gardnes and being a tourist in my own part of the country yet I don’t detach completely from my everyday life.

We went on to have dinner with friends Marie-Josee, Luc and their children Julien and Edouard. Aren’t these amazing names? And yes, they are French Canadian, something that I love about my life here in this part of Canada. M.J.’s mom Louise joined us and this is where I had to make the jump after all, dive into life in a way I had not expected that day. Louise speaks very little english and my French is very rusty. Have courage I thought, you speak French, yes you make mistakes, so what, take the jump.

And so I began, and through patience on my part and my French Canadian hosts, had an amazing conversation about spirit, and life, and children and friendship – all in French and occasionally moitie-moitie – mixed english and french. I also noticed that two glasses of a fine merlot advanced my ability to speak significantly, whether that or my natural inhibitions dropped! Would this be a recipe for the next jump, the one where I leap from the plane, I wondered? Better not – I want to be completely lucid.

We are now booked for Sunday, July 18th at 5 P.M. I will keep you posted. For now I remain calm and serene knowing that when the time is perfect, I will be making that jump.

Before then, a busy week looms ahead with a trip to Toronto to deliver the final Insights Discovery Workshop in the current project I am on follwed by hosting a wedding here at Tigh Shee on Saturday. The Labyrinth and the gardens have been extraordinary this year.

Tigh Shee Labyrinth Summer 2010

Until next time,

Betty

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Taking Flight

Several years ago I watched a movie called the Bucket List featuring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. I am sure many of you enjoyed the antics of these two aging fellows who were facing life’s final journey. The Bucket List is of course, all those ‘to do’s’ that have accumulated over a life time and which you actually want to experience before you ‘kick the bucket’.

With this reminder, I embarked on creating my bucket list which included traveling to the two places on earth I have yet to see, New Zealand and Costa Rica. I knocked the Alaskan Cruise off the list four summers ago.

I won’t bore you with all the details of my lengthy list, except to share that one item on my Bucket List is to sky dive. Why you might ask? I have this fascination with flying and being in the silence of the sky once you are you there. Oh yes, and did I mention, I have had a lifelong fear of falling. Yep, you got it! FALLING. And so I have decided that in celebration of my 60th birthday I am going to make the great leap. The event is scheduled for this Friday, five days away, at 1 P.M. Did I mention that I asked Jim, my husband to take the leap with me and he consented, so there will be two fools dropping out of a plane.

This is of course a tandem jump. As a first timer, and a person too impatient to take the months necessary to learn the inner workings of sky diving, I decided that this was all I needed, but who knows, perhaps it will be addictive and I will feel compelled to do it again and again.

As I have shared my plans with friends and family, most have looked at us with ample amounts of skepticism and an occasional, “you’re crazy!” I have examined my motives further and have concluded that because I am sixty, this entitles me to some eccentricity.  And then there is this issue of my fear of falling. This fear keeps poking up its ugly face, not as often as it used to, but never the less, still a nuisance. It is what I call a limiting belief, stemming from my mother who was always warning me not to try this or that, that I might fall and I might get hurt.

Eighteen months ago I attended a program in California called Beyond Courage. I had signed up for this as I wanted to be tested. I believe there are some areas of my life where I am quite fearless and I wanted to check out the final frontiers of courage. The first day, the first event, was a ropes course. This involved climbing a telephone pole (no problem!) and once at the top of the pole, standing on top of it unsupported (big problem!). Of course you realize that I was on a harness and supported by a very reliable team of comrades. Regardless, I spent a very long time clinging to the top of the pole convincing myself I could make the final ascent because of course, I was afraid of falling. In my lengthy and convoluted conversation with my inner critic, I realized I could not fall because I was on a harness. Recognizing this, my voice then said, well if you try and you fall, you will have failed. Then I realized to fail would be not to try, success would be to do it anyway even if I fell. 

You will notice, if you are listening, that voice of fear inside of you holds you back in ways you have not even been aware of. The voice is quiet yet insidious. By the way, I made the final climb and I did stand up. Once the pole and I stopped shaking, I was able to take a look around me. The view was magnificent! And then I jumped and grabbed onto the trapeze that beckoned me, and I flew through the air. I suspect it was in that moment that the seed for sky diving was planted.

I am not suggesting that you need to take the steps I am taking to face your fears. I simply encourage you to become aware of what fear might look like to you, where it came from and how it serves you at this point in your life. If, like me, you are tired of it, then it may be time to try something outside your comfort zone. 

Finally, if you are reading this, you may want to also visualize me taking the great leap five days from now, eyes wide open, taking in the vista of Gatineau Park and the Ottawa River Valley, and laughing all the way down!

Until next time….

Betty

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Universe ME

It’s been just over thirty days since I turned sixty; one of those ‘big large’ moments of life, and as little or large as you make it. There was no great transformation, no wings sprouting from my back and certainly no halo appearing above my head, yet it feels transformative.

I heard on the radio today that our youth oriented culture is also changing with the orientation turning to older generations, perhaps to the dismay of the younger generations who point to us as the responsible villains for creating the world we live in. I am left wondering what this world will look like and in this wonder I asked myself what would be perfect for me? Here’s what I came up with:

–          more wrinkles and less botoxed masks

–          less fashion and more natural wear

–          fewer perfect slender bodies on magazine covers and more ‘real women’

–          fewer young models and more models of all ages, cultures and creeds

–          fewer stories regarding the famous and infamous and more stories about everyday heroes and heroines

–          fewer stories filled with violence and turmoil and more stories which are inspiring and heart warming

–          more emphasis on health and less emphasis on weight or body size.

I could continue but you get the drift.

Just after I wrote this I picked up the Globe and Mail – Life Style Section. Featured on the front page was a story: Universe ME – The Empathy Gap; a study of university students, average age twenty, known as the millennium generation. The study found, that compared to a similar study on 1979, there was a 40% reduction in empathy, that is, the ability to see the world from another person’s perspective. This was matched with a dramatic increase in narcissism and materialism. They are known as the ‘ME Generation’, which is interesting as I believe our generation of Baby Boomers were also once known by this name. Regardless, the current culprit for this shift in human behavior is apparently the rise in social networking, a form of communication where deep face to face relationships can be avoided and communication kept at the most superficial, self-focused level.

Back to my list of what would be prefect for me as a newly minted sixty year old – I see my generation as a significant source of coach/mentors for the younger millennium generation. It is interesting that I authored a book called ME FIRST – If I Should Wake Before I Die which is anything but narcissistic and all about understanding yourself and how you are called to service. Very different from Universe ME although sounding like kissing kin.

I see this article as a personal roadSIGN, a wake-up call and invitation for generation 60ish. Is it really time for us to retire or is it time for us to Re-Tire, put on new treads, and breathe new life into our days? I believe my generation of soon to be or already sixty year olds are being called to action. If this study is true, if empathy is lapsing and narcissism gaining ground, generation sixty can influence this. We are, after all, the generation who witnessed the Vietnam War, the civil rights movement, feminism and gay rights, and more. We grew up at a time when we touted our values as being upper most in our lives. And yes, then we all went to work and yes, many of those values we espoused were parked in the corner of some room. Yet those same values are there; they ground us and perhaps it is time to retrieve them and dust them off. Perhaps this is the time where we, as a generation, can make our greatest contribution.

There is, in my view, much work to be done to nurture younger generations. It is time to cast judgment aside, for it is easy to judge them. As I was journaling on this topic I was in transit from Montreal to London, Ontario. In Toronto I met a younger colleague attending the same meeting. In the three hours or so we spent together, two were spent sitting beside me ‘thumbing’ her messages on a blackberry. The third hour was on the plane. She exchanged a few words with me but as soon as the little box vibrated, her response was immediate. Somewhere in between texting her messages, she asked me if I had a Blackberry. I said NO, that I was currently evaluating my technology options. She smiled and quipped, “they’re addictive” and returned to the little black box that now seemed to rule her interactions. It occurred to me that she did not know how to converse with me. Wow!

So for those of you reading this, who are of or approaching generation sixty, there is much work for us to do should you choose to accept the challenge. I am not willing to forfeit my work, teaching people how to communicate effectively with themselves and with others, to the rise in social media and the ‘crackberry’ devices that surround me. I believe this study, while limited in scope, is the canary in the coal mine, a warning of what is to come unless we act. Are you up for the challenge? Will you join me?

Until next time,

Betty

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Revealing the Goddess Within

I was gifted a photo shoot by my friend Jacquie Milner as a 60th birthday gift. No, I didn’t hesitate to accept it. I felt it was far better to see myself as a goddess than a crone. Goddess conjures up a different kind of image. Both in my view  are about wisdom and celebrating the accumulation of knowledge. Goddess also speaks to me of seeing the Divine Feminine within me, embracing it, and stepping fully into my own power. If not now, when.

On the actual date of my 60th, I stood naked before the mirror and said aloud, this is what 60 looks like. I refused to allow the self-critic to express any dismay at the image, and to simply take in the beauty of a body that has housed my spirit for six decades and served me very well. This is the gift of gratitude.

And my Goddess shots, how did they turn out? Judge for yourself:

My Favorite Goddess Pic
My Favorite Goddess Pic

 Moving on from here, life has been very engaging and I am preparing for a two-week road trip for one of my clients. How fortunate I am to be this age and have work that I love to deliver.

Calling all Goddesses – this is our time!

See you on the road,

Betty

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Bonus Round

It’s happening already. I was signing up for an opportuntiy to win $6000 at an Exhibitor’s booth. As part of the draw you had to provide specific information. There it was, the box for 60+. OMG I have to check off a new box! Yikes. Note: I did not win!

Yesterday the bank contacted me. Mrs. Healey, you now qualify for our 60PLUS account – this means no more monthly fees! WOW – there’s a perk. And friends are telling me about all the discounts I can get when I travel by train, shop at Shopper’s Drug Mart and go to the movies. Now all I have to do is travel by train, shop in a drugstore and go to the movies to save the money I would not normally spend. Regardless, I still qualify for the discount and I am sure there are more perks on there way.

I also qualify to collect my CPP but I need some financial information from my last employer which was 13 years ago. I have left 4 messages at the hospital now trying to rouse a response – I guess turning 60 doesn’t matter much to them! That;s okay – I am not in a rush.

What bonuses will appear around the next corner?

My question – what will they do as I keep ‘younging’ – will the perks go away?

Sixty and glowing…

Betty