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  • The Breakthrough That Helped Me Stop Comparing Myself to Others

    The Breakthrough That Helped Me Stop Comparing Myself to Others

    “Comparison is the thief of joy.” ~Theodore Roosevelt

    In March 2020, the UK went into its first Covid lockdown, and the country was swept with anxiety and sadness. When would we see our loved ones again? Would our health be okay? Was my job safe? And more pressingly, how the heck was I expected to teach my kids?

    Along with everyone else, I first received the news with a sense of impending doom and tried to make the best of a bizarre situation. “Normal life” consisted of stressful home schooling, online working, mask wearing, and (in the UK at least) stockpiling toilet paper!

    We were forced to slow down and retreat because nobody was allowed to socialize or engage in any activity outside of work or home. This was hard at first, but then, after a few weeks, something strange happened. I realized I’d never felt happier.

    You see, before lockdown, I might have appeared happy on the outside, but inside, I was an insecure mess. My mind was full of all the things I thought I “should” be doing: planning more exciting weekend plans, engaging in better hobbies, and making a bigger group of friends. Unless I was at the latest summer festival or spending my Wednesday evenings doing yin yoga, I didn’t feel good enough.

    After a busy day at work, scrolling through Facebook just gave me another list of things to do. An empty schedule felt like failure, and everyone else’s lives looked so much more exciting.

    So I lived for the future, constantly in planning mode and looking over my shoulder for approval. The pressure to keep up and always be doing something was exhausting. It caused rows with my husband (who couldn’t care less what everyone else was up to!), made me ignore my own needs, and reinforced low self-worth.

    If I wasn’t thinking about plans, then I was thinking about people. I compared myself to (what I assumed were) other people’s busy social lives and felt obliged to organize group nights out or always have people over for dinner. Even when I wasn’t seeing friends, I was always preoccupied with them. Were they a good friend? Was I? Why hadn’t they replied to that text? Do they even like me?

    Just below the surface of all the “planning” and “people” chatter that filled my brain was the ever-present noise of self-criticism.

    If you’re not making the most of life every minute, you’re failing.

    If you don’t have the perfect gang of besties like everyone else, then there’s something wrong with you.

    Your life is boring compared to everyone else’s.

    Nobody finds you interesting.

    Do more!!

    What made it all worse was assuming I was the only one with this nagging need to keep striving and do more just to feel good enough.

    I now know that, not only am I not the only one, but this type of thinking is natural.

    When I trained as a compassion-focused therapist, I learned all about how social comparison is wired into our brains. This is because having the biggest tribe and highest status gave us protection in Stone Age times.

    What gives us a sense of status these days? How big our social media following is, how many likes we get, and how amazing our social feed looks! We can’t help sharing if we’ve done something exciting because that inner caveman is driving us to compete.

    The problem is that when we don’t feel like we’re keeping up, our brain will turn on our inner critic because it thinks it’s helping (thanks brain!). It also has a negative bias, which makes us focus on the ways that everyone else seems to be doing better than us. And the false images we see on social media don’t help!

    Although this tendency is natural and we cannot help it, we are living in an age of unprecedented information about what everyone else is doing, and it’s putting our innate comparison nature into overdrive! This puts a strain on us all.

    For me, this started to change when the country closed down. Since everyone’s social calendar was empty, I no longer had anything to compare myself to. Since there were no longer any events or classes, there was nothing I felt like I “should” be doing.

    I spent my evenings and weekends doing what was in front of me because there was no other option. I’d take a local walk, relax in the garden, watch TV, and make it an early night.

    Surprisingly, rather than feeling unhappy and bored, like my critic told me I would, I felt relaxed, deeply content, and at peace. No more feeling like I was missing out; no internal should-ing; no self-criticism for being “boring.” The world had gone quiet, and so had my mind.

    I also realized how small my social circle needed to be. I know that many people felt crushingly alone and understandably missed those vital connections, but for me, it wasn’t an issue. I had my husband and kids, and, for the most part, that’s all I needed.

    Seeing very few people felt incredibly liberating, and it occurred to me that my desire to have a large social circle came from a need for validation. I liked my own company and was an introvert. Who knew?

    As life started to open up again, I was determined to hold on to this deep sense of contentment, and I didn’t want the world to have to stop again for me to keep it.

    Here are five useful steps I practice regularly that have helped me do that.

    1. Practice mindful self-compassion.

    As a newly trained therapist and committed mindfulness practitioner, I’ve found that mindful self-compassion is a powerful tool that helps keep comparison and criticism at bay. It’s becoming a widely used method taught by psychologists and spiritual leaders to improve mental well-being and self-acceptance.

    So, when I find myself being self-critical and comparing myself to others, I pause and bring a curious attention to my thoughts so that they are less consuming. Something simple like “I am noticing I am having self-critical thoughts” can be enough to recognize it’s just a thought, not a fact.

    Next, I tune into how I am feeling in my body so that I can label my emotions and allow any discomfort to be there. There might be a tightness in my chest from turning down an invitation or a heaviness in my stomach from feeling not good enough.

    Then, rather than judge how I feel, I remind myself that I cannot help it and that everyone feels like this from time to time. This step is so powerful because it releases the self-judgment cycle that makes us feel worse and opens up space for compassion.

    Finally, I ask myself what I need to hear, what would be helpful in this moment, or what I would say to a friend. Inevitably, I am able to tap into a deeper wisdom to remind myself that I am good enough already, that my needs are important, or that we have no idea what other people’s lives are really like.

    2. Give myself permission to be boring.

    We can be perfectly happy with our relatively chill weekend or evening, but as soon as we scroll through social media and see what other people are up to, we think there’s something wrong with us, and we experience FOMO.

    If you’re an active type and love staying busy, then great. But for me, the constant need to be doing something came from social pressure, and quiet evenings in front of the TV were what I craved the most after a busy day at work.

    Giving myself permission to be ‘boring’ honors who I am and helps me tune into my needs, which helps me know and like myself more. If the self-critical thoughts creep in, it’s a perfect time to practice self-compassion, and I remind myself that nobody is paying attention anyway.

    3. Keep my circle small.

     Many friendships changed for everyone during Covid because we were forced to focus on who mattered. I felt grateful that Covid made me realize that a large social circle was not actually making me happier, and social comparison had been a big driver for that.

    Not everyone has or needs a big gang, like my self-critic had told me. So, instead of going back out there and rekindling all my friendships, I made a point of keeping my circle small. I now focus on one to two close friendships and am able to be friendly with others without feeling like I have to be best friends with everyone!

    4. Embrace my inner introvert.

    It can be easy to think that introverts are quiet, bookish types, and if you met me, you would know that I do not fit that description at all. “Life and soul,” “chatterbox,” and “super-confident” are words that might more accurately describe me. But, as an empath, I have limited social reserves to be around people constantly, and I don’t need to either.

    I am perfectly happy in my own company and need lots of time to recharge in between socializing. Such tendencies do not suit a lifestyle with a busy social calendar and wide friendship circle. Acknowledging and accepting my introversion has allowed me to tune into what I need rather than thinking I need to be like everyone else.

    5. Work on my self-worth.

    Although we are all prone to social comparison, we are much more likely to do it if we lack self-worth. This is because our default “not good enough” belief makes us automatically assume other people are better than us, so to feel good enough, we try to keep up and secure imaginary approval.

    But it’s a slippery pole we can never get to the top of because it’s coming from a faulty belief that won’t go away just because we have external conditions. We therefore need to accept that we are already okay as we are, focus on what is important to us, and leave other people to their own lives.

    For me, using self-compassion and self-worth meditations, acting as if I was already good enough, and offering myself positive self-worth validations really helped.

    Learning to let go of destructive social comparisons and having the courage to be myself has been life changing, and I haven’t looked back since. There was so much about the pandemic that was negative, but I am grateful for the changes it helped me make.

  • Why Long-Term Love Feels Boring and Why It’s Actually Not

    Why Long-Term Love Feels Boring and Why It’s Actually Not

    “It’s not the events of our lives that shape us, but our beliefs as to what those events mean.” ~Tony Robbins

    BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

    The sound of my fiancé’s alarm went off at 5:00 in the morning. I had fallen asleep around 2am after scrolling for hours on Instagram and Pinterest.

    Frustrated, I rolled into my pillow as he leaned over to give me a kiss on the forehead.

    I grimaced.

    Why does he always have to kiss me every morning when I’m tired.

    Resentment is an odd feeling.

    “Here we go again,” I thought to myself, “another boring Monday morning.”

    Is this seriously what it’s like to be newly engaged?

    What about all those photos of smiling Instagram models holding up their shiny rings to the camera? What about the studly men looking at their wives-to-be with doe-eyes and lens flares?

    Why didn’t I feel like them? Surely the bliss of being engaged lasts longer than a month…

    Let’s go back in time.

    You’ll have a better time seeing what lead to this superfluous but powerful feeling of disappointment and bitterness.

    We’ve Been Driving for Hours…

    Last summer.

    My boyfriend and I had been together for three and a half years, and I had just turned twenty-nine. We were driving hours to a little Airbnb Lakehouse we had booked for the long weekend.

    “Surely this was it,” I had told my best friend earlier that week. “He’s definitely going to propose.”

    My hopes were higher than the mountain we had plans to climb the following morning.

    This was going to be the perfect weekend. We had skewers ready to throw on the grill, watermelon, and corn on the cob (my favorites), and three uninterrupted days all to ourselves.

    I was so ready for this to be the best weekend of my life.

    What Goes Up Must Come Down

    We had shared a bottle of wine, ate a BBQ dinner, and spent the evening laughing and playing Scrabble. No sign of a ring just yet, but we still had fun.

    The next morning, we had woken up early to do a difficult and strenuous hike up a beautiful mountain.

    As we got to closer to the top, he told me he wanted to take a little detour from the trail.

    “There’s something really cool over here,” he told me.

    This. was. It.

    Happily, I followed. We went off the main pathway, trailblazing our way passed tall grass and overgrown bushes. In the near distance, I could hear the sound of a waterfall crashing over the rocks below it.

    How utterly romantic. This really is just perfect.

    As we turned the corner and ducked under another low hanging tree branch, there it was, right in front of me.

    A beautiful, behemoth of a waterfall that was roaring as louder than thunder. The deafening sound and the misty breeze on my face felt like magnets pulling my smile from ear to ear.

    “This is awesome!!” I screamed over the roaring sound of the falls.

    “Yeah, I told you this was cool,” he said.

    While I loved him more than I ever had at this moment, the next words out of his mouth felt like he’d punched me right in the stomach.

    “So,” he said… “Shall we head back?”

    The Slow Burn of Forever

    After that, I wasn’t able to have as much fun on the trip.

    We went kayaking in the afternoon, had two nights of delicious beverages and food, and watched a beautiful sunset over the lake.

    But I really just wanted to go back home.

    While we were driving back, I was in the car and looked down at my nails. The fresh manicure I had got in celebration for the big day had chipped, right on the ring finger.

    Destiny was laughing in my face.

    After that, I thought the proposal day might come on other occasions, but it didn’t.

    I had made a nightly ritual of scrolling through Instagram or Pinterest, looking at the perfect rings and the nail colors that would go well with them.

    My Facebook page was filled with friends my age getting engaged at the end of summer, at Christmas, and even on New Year’s Eve.

    No proposal came for me.

    If only he would just do this already.

    We’d been dating for four years… my thirtieth birthday had come and gone, and still… nothing.

    All the anticipation of waiting for the happiest day of my life was getting to me.

    I was depressed… and looking forward to a time when it would all be better.

    As soon as I get my proposal and we’re engaged, then I can be happy.

    That Monday Morning

    Eventually, the proposal did come.

    Even though I’d been building up resentment (due to the lack of proposal) for months, when the day came, I was completely overjoyed.

    I looked at my ring every day reminding myself of how lucky I was to be with someone who I loved so much.

    But then, about a month later, that Monday morning had rolled around. I had spent the evening scrolling through Pinterest and Instagram. What was I looking at?

    Wedding stuff.

    Of course.

    Now that I had the engagement, my brain was onto the next thing.

    There’s nothing less satisfying than achieving what you’ve always wanted.

    Love Is “Boring”

    When I look back at the memories we made at the lake house, I can’t help but remember the feelings of anger, frustration, and resentment that colored that weekend the wrong way.

    That weekend was filled with bliss. I laughed with my best friend until the wee hours of the morning.

    He took me to see a beautiful waterfall and then made me lunch with all my favorite foods before he took me kayaking—one of my favorite activities and then made my favorite dinner that evening.

    I failed to realize that he did this on a regular vacation.

    He wasn’t planning to pop the question, so his weekend plans had nothing to do with trying to go over the top for a special occasion. He was just doing all of this because he loved me.

    He didn’t take me to a beautiful waterfall because he was looking for a photo-op to propose.

    He took me there because he wanted to show me how cool it was. 

    The day I realized how selfish I had been, I cried.

    I couldn’t believe that in chasing the feeling (or the appearance of love) so badly, I was missing the fact that it was right in front of me.

    Love is safe.

    Love is consistent and predictable—and sometimes when you feel the same feeling of comfort every single day, you can mistake this for feeling bored.

    The comfort can trick your brain into thinking that you need more, even when you have everything.

    With this mentality, a spectacular weekend suddenly felt boring, only because I was expecting to feel the euphoria that Instagram models were feeling in their photos.

    When my proposal didn’t come, I pushed aside a weekend that truly would have been euphoria had I been in a healthier mindset.

    The next day, I deleted my Instagram account. There’s nothing wrong with planning a beautiful wedding, but the planning could wait. I needed time to enjoy just being engaged to the love of my life.

    Now, every morning when I hear his alarm, beeping at 5am, I lie there, waiting for the predictable morning kiss that I’ll feel on my forehead.

    I feel this every day, every morning, and yeah, sometimes it feels boring, but it’s everything I need—and I’m okay with that.

  • How to Make Life More Exciting and the Benefits of Switching Things Up

    How to Make Life More Exciting and the Benefits of Switching Things Up

    “If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.” ~Stephen Hunt

    Isn’t it funny how metaphors for life exist in all of our everyday experiences?

    I found myself on a mountain the other day (no, that’s not the metaphor), where the route through the particularly rocky bits was marked with cairns. (For those non-mountain runners, a cairn is a man-made pile of little rocks indicating the pathway.)

    Even though I was following a fellow runner, I liked to lag behind to enjoy the solitude and absorb the surrounding energy of nature. That’s the hippie in me.

    There were a few times when I found myself gazing around, feeling lost, hands on hips, looking for those all-important cairns.

    I yelled, “Where’s the path?” to my patient partner far up ahead, who replied, “You’re always looking for the path! Just come straight up!”

    And there it is… my metaphor!

    My personal epiphany was that in my life, I’ve always looked for that proverbial path. The straight and narrow. The safe way. The known route traversed by many. Need I go on?

    Looking for the known path narrowed my focus to the immediate surroundings. It kept my world and experience small.

    Had I forged straight up the mountainside, I would have had to navigate through unknown territory on high alert, and with extreme attention and interest. I would have seen different views and experienced a sense of accomplishment and exhilaration.

    Yet, I followed the path.

    How often do we do the same in life?

    Ten years ago I ricocheted in and out of a volatile, toxic relationship.

    Each time I left I would vow to have a clean break and move on. Yet many times (way too many times) I found myself back in this destructive relationship simply because it seemed easier than finding the courage to venture into something new.

    I felt comfortable and safe, as I knew what I was getting. It didn’t matter that I was unhappy; it was the known path.

    We can get from A to B on the known, safe, predictable route, or we can explore a new route and open ourselves to new experiences, adventure, and opportunities.

    So where do we start?

    Acknowledge the Mundane

    Become aware of your daily routines and how they make you feel.

    Start noticing those things you do on automatic pilot, things as simple as your grooming routines. Do you brush your teeth the same way every day? How about what you have for breakfast and lunch? Do you make the same thing because it’s easier and quicker?

    And what do you feel when you’re doing these things? I’m guessing very little.

    Identify the New Possibilities

    Look at ways to do things differently, yet achieve the same (or better) results.

    Ever tried brushing your teeth with the other hand? Trust me, it’s more of a challenge than you think. (And it’ll make you laugh!)

    How about a completely new flavor of coffee? Or tea?

    Or step it up: try yoga in the park instead of the monotony of the gym.

    A spontaneous road trip somewhere new instead of yet another weekend of Netflix.

    The options are endless. Let your imagination lead..

    Plot a New Course for Excitement

    Decide how you’re going to forge new “paths” into your current everyday existence.

    Start with small steps and jot down a few things you can do differently every day.

    Take a different route to work or try a completely new recipe for dinner.

    Try soya milk. Or almond milk. You get the picture.

    Again, observe your feelings as you try new things. Any intrigue? Fascination? At least a bit of interest?

    The Benefits of Switching Things Up

    And now the good bit: You get to reap amazing benefits when you make changes.

    It encourages mindfulness.

    You’re more present, which means your life experience becomes richer and more relevant.

    If I run the same route every day, I fall into autopilot and lose myself in my head. I don’t notice my surroundings at all.

    In today’s chaotic existence it’s not unusual to spend most of our conscious day either looping helplessly in thoughts of the past or fretting aimlessly in thoughts about the future. Both are essentially useless and serve only to create (mostly) bad feelings.

    Being present is calm, interesting, and open.

    It fosters a sense of accomplishment.

    Can you imagine that sense of exhilaration inspired by something new and exciting?

    Go on—think of the last time you felt exhilarated by achieving a new goal. Can you?

    I remember when I completed my first ultra trailrun. I was completely undertrained, yet managed to drag myself through 80kms of mountains only to finish at the back of the field.

    Yet I was completely exhilarated! I’ve never felt more alive and able to conquer the world.

    Absolutely anything has become possible to me as a result of that achievement. I was Super Woman! (My version, at least.)

    I know, it’s a big example, but the message here is to seek out that sense of accomplishment. Daily.

    Smaller goals, more regularly.

    It inspires a sense of adventure.

    When you try something new, there are no habits and fewer rules in how you approach it. The task becomes an avenue of adventure. It’s like a blank slate. Perfect!

    When we repeat things over and over again, it’s human nature to start comparing ourselves.

    If I run the same route every day, I always start comparing my daily performance.

    Was I as quick as yesterday? Do I feel as strong?

    Unfortunately, this generally comes with a hefty helping of self-judgment. Not cool.

    If I’m slower, I feel despondent. Down. Flat.

    Who needs that? Really?

    Varying my routes (and leaving my watch at home) leave me interested and open. Far better.

    Leaping into the unknown can be scary, but it can also be exciting!

    Which leads right to the next point…

    We get to overcome our fears.

    Most of us follow the same paths because they’re safe. By diverting ourselves into the unknown, we’re facing our fears and challenging ourselves to be more courageous.

    I once entered a trail running event that scoured three peaks of a glorious mountain—at night!

    That in itself is a challenge, but add awful weather (gale force wind and horizontal rain) to the mix, and it becomes almost ridiculous!

    Yet I sucked it up and forged forward. Six exhilarating hours of being battered by the elements (did I mention it was dark?), with all my senses on extreme high alert, was nothing less than exhausting. But I cannot begin to describe the multitude of feelings I felt when I finished.

    Stimulated, rejuvenated, accomplished, simply brilliant!

    And if I can do that, what is there that I can’t do?

    Who’s afraid of the dark now?

    Our world expands.

    We know there’s no growth without expansion. When we look for new options we have no choice but to grow.

    To say that my little adventures into the mountains have had a domino effect on the rest of my life would be an understatement.

    Over the last five years I’ve made more changes and taken more risks than I would ever have imagined! Some worked out fantastically and some were more challenging, yet each time I’ve stepped onto a new path my world has expanded. Literally and figuratively!

    I’ve changed careers, relationships, and cities. In that order.

    It was scary, risky, and some would say stupid. Yet I feel great! And that’s just the beginning.

    Ultimately, the question remains: Why waste time doing something uninspiring? Life is simply too precious not to feel good feelings as often as we can.

    Are we actually aware of how much of our day falls into the category of the mundane?

    It’s easy to change.

    And it can be fun!

    Just “get off the path.”

  • How to Turn Everyday Life into an Adventure

    How to Turn Everyday Life into an Adventure

    “Every day is an adventure.” ~Joseph B. Wirthlin

    Be honest.

    It gets to you, doesn’t it?

    You feel trapped in a life of monotonous everyday routine. One dull day merges into the next, each equally forgettable. The months slide past until you look up from your desk and suddenly another birthday’s here.

    So you avidly consume programs and articles on fearless adventurers and bold entrepreneurs who risked everything to pursue their dreams.

    And you follow them hoping someday to have your own stories to tell, your own daredevil memories to post and tweet. But instead, you end up doing nothing but beating yourself up at your seeming lack of adventurous spirit.

    But maybe it’s time you stopped beating yourself up so much. What if adventuring isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?

    What Nobody Tells You About Living an Adventurous Life

    At nineteen, I was also frustrated with the lack of adventure in my life. And then I met a crazy-haired free spirit who catapulted me out of my everyday, humdrum life and into a world of adventure.

    It was amazing.

    But just like all those Photoshopped, celebrity cardboard-cutout Facebook pages, another side existed that few people confess to.

    You see, in between exploring mountains, deserts, and rainforests, and sleeping under a million twinkling stars, were days of hunger, exhaustion, and illness.

    In between meeting strangers who became just like loving family members within hours, were days of arguing with officials, being turned away by border guards, and being stoned with rocks in remote valleys with no hope of outside help.

    In between the adventure of building and sailing our boat were years of living aboard with no shower or heating, even though the second winter hit sub-zero temperatures.

    And even though we have a world record that says we went further than any other fools had gone before, we never knew where our next bed or meal was coming from the whole time.

    Are we glad we did it all? Absolutely.

    Was it like the movies? Not a bit.

    And our forays into business have taught us that the life of an entrepreneur is no different. Every day is just as uncertain, every venture a high wire act without a safety net between possible riches and certain bankruptcy.

    After ten years of living such a lifestyle, the constant uncertainty and discomfort had lost its allure. I wanted a regular income and the luxury of a toilet roll on a daily basis.

    So I settled down into a “normal” life, but within two years, that started to feel humdrum and stale. The lack of stimulation felt suffocating.

    But then I started searching for adventure in everyday life.

    And I swiftly found that opportunities exist to explore and experiment everywhere. You just need to be open to them.

    Actually, can I share a secret with you?

    My life now is way more adventurous (and happier) than before we decided to settle. You see…

    Life isn’t about the extraordinary once in a while; life is about the everyday—and the everyday can be extraordinary. Here’s how.

    Explore Your World

    You can become an everyday explorer without leaving your home and loved ones behind. I believed adventures only awaited in exotic lands. Then my eyes were opened to the truth: Everywhere is somewhere.

    1. Take a different route to work.

    You’ve no idea what you’ll discover. Two years of commuting busy roads was enough, and by taking a slower route, I discovered a beautiful house to rent on the doorstep of my workplace. I now get up earlier, but I can take a safer, quieter route to work.

    2. Discover an unexplored world.

    Take a sabbatical from your usual haunts on the weekend and try somewhere unknown. Forget guidebooks—just get out there and roam freely.

    3. Journey to a faraway land without leaving home.

    Pick a country you know little about, and have a theme night. (Invite friends.) Cook a traditional meal, and immerse yourself in an unknown culture—explore the history, art, and music, maybe even learn a little of the language.

    Find Buried Treasure

    Pull on your buccaneer boots, and realize this truth: If you search for the hidden treasures in your own life, you’ll discover wealth far greater than any rusty chest of tarnished gold.

     1. Uncover your forgotten skills.

    We all underestimate what skills we have and what we can do with them.

    For instance, have you ever arranged a yard sale or got the neighborhood together to raise money for a local project or to clean up the area? If so, you probably have forgotten skills in project management, delegation, budgeting, and cooperation. What other forgotten skills could you uncover and have an adventure with?

    2. Unearth your hidden talents.

    You’ve no idea what you’re capable of until you try. Say yes to things you might have previously said no to. Try your hand at a different sport, or join your local amateur dramatics group.

    I once helped finish a book for a friend who was woefully behind on the publisher’s deadline. Who knew that this previously undiscovered talent would lead me to write a book of my own and become a published author?

    3. Bring your buried blessings to the surface.

    Embark on a voyage of gratitude. Discover that your “dull” life is actually filled with bright blessings; you just need to recognize them to transform your everyday.

    Unleash Your Inner Entrepreneur

    You can become an everyday entrepreneur without having to leave your job. It’s just a question of looking for opportunities.

    1. Run yourself as your own company.

    Even if you’re employed, you can seize opportunities to thrive and grow. Decide where you want to be in five years career-wise, make a plan, and work toward it. Don’t leave it to others to choose your destiny.

    2. Learn to stand up for yourself and speak out.

    Say no to dead-end requests to be free to say yes to real chances of advancement. Rather than oppose change in your company, be the first to embrace it, and see where it can take you.

    3. Put yourself forward.

    Take the initiative and find ways to be more valuable. After I’d consistently volunteered to take on more responsibility, my boss generously paid for my professional studies, supporting my career advancement. All this presented a number of new challenges and adventures.

    Challenge Your Beliefs

    “Adventure is not outside man; it is within.” ~George Elliot

    You can become an everyday pioneer by stepping outside your comfort zone but staying totally inside your safety zone.

    1. Be an everyday seeker of knowledge.

    Challenge your belief that learning stops after high school or college. The adventure of learning never stops. Turn your boring evenings or weekends into an exciting quest for knowledge. You can learn anything from accounting to zoology, often for free, with online universities such as the Khan Academy.

    2. Freshen up your perspective.

    Have a break from everything you normally read, watch, or listen to. Pick different genres, explore, and experiment. Turn an everyday couch-side veg-out into a fascinating, inspiring journey into new worlds.

    3. Question all your limiting self-beliefs.

    Limiting self-beliefs stop one from taking a risk and trying new things. Overcoming these mental barriers is an adventure in itself that can transform your life.

    For years I believed I wasn’t creative, but I finally took the plunge and started drawing and painting. Now my previously dull evenings are filled with creative fun.

    Take a Chance on Love

    You can have your own Romancing The Stone adventure without risking life and limb.

    1. Take the blinkers off.

    Searching for love? Abandon preconceptions about your “perfect partner” and where you might find each other. Approach someone even if they don’t seem like your type. Leave your online dating profile open-ended.

    2. Never stop exploring.

    Settled in a relationship? Shake up the romance with a challenge to see how close you can become. Mark and I regularly play a fun game of writing out what we’d like life to be like, which led us, after fifteen years living together, to get married and embark on a new adventure.

    3. Have an affair—with yourself.

    Go on a personal voyage of discovery to fall in love with yourself. Perform an act of self-love each day. Journal all the positive things you did and said, and all the people you helped. Begin to see what a wonderful human being you are.

    Discover That the Greatest Adventure Is Helping Others

    Adventurers throughout history have sought personal fame or fortune. But, there is greater gain in helping others and greater reserves to be found in your heart than in any bank.

    1. Make the first move.

    Befriend a stranger at work or in your neighborhood. Be the first to break the ice and introduce yourself. Offer them a sincere compliment, and make their day. A stranger is just a friend-in-waiting.

    2. Try your hand at fund-raising.

    Explore inspiring ways to assist a charity you believe in to raise vital funds. Organize a car wash, or put on a local talent show.

    3. Immerse yourself in someone else’s world.

    Challenge your own preconceptions by volunteering. I foster hearing dogs, and our darling house guests have given me a much greater insight into the challenges the hearing impaired face.

    Turn the Ordinary into the Extraordinary

    You are too extraordinary to live ordinarily. You truly are an adventurous spirit.

    That’s exactly why you must live your own life of everyday adventures.

    You just have to unleash your curiosity.

    You can stay in your home, your job, your life. Your adventurous spirit can thrive right where you are now.

    Pick an idea from the list that lights your adventure torch. Start with one, and build in some others when you’re ready.

    Get out there and experiment, explore, and experience.

    Go make the everyday extraordinary.

  • Finding Contentment in the Rhythms of an Everyday Life

    Finding Contentment in the Rhythms of an Everyday Life

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    “The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.” ~Paulo Coelho

    As the day of my daughter’s second birthday approaches, I have found myself reflecting more and more on the first few months of her life.

    She arrived on a Sunday morning as winter gave way to spring, full of life and ready to embrace her humanness as only a brand new human can. There was snow lingering on the ground, and the sunrise that day was full of anticipation and the unknowing that comes along with waiting for something that is impossible to predict.

    We brought her home a few days later, unsure and anxious as so many new parents are, and settled into a rhythm that was punctuated with nursing, changing diapers, washing diapers, bouncing the baby to sleep, and waiting for her to cry so the pattern could continue.

    It was a rhythm of trial and melancholy and immeasurable joy, somehow all rolled into one. As the cliché goes, having a baby changes everything.  

    I remember the first day I left the house alone to walk around a nearby lake. I remember feeling anxious that she would need to nurse while I was gone, and that my husband would have to deal with a screeching infant until my return.

    I remember stepping around melting piles of grey snow and skirting mud puddles as I made my way down the driveway, out to the gravel road. I remember feeling the sun on my face and how good it felt to reclaim the use of my physical body.

    I remember feeling like that walk—even with the mud puddles and drab weather—was enough to satisfy my need to feel alive and in my own skin, one human embracing her humanness, for the rest of the day.

    I remember coming back into the house and melting back into the rhythm. I remember feeling like just being part of that rhythm was enough.

    That feeling of contentment from having just one half hour alone, outside, moving over the earth on foot lasted for several months. I felt a sense of peace after coming in from a run, or time spent in the garden, or the occasional longer hike in the woods.

    I went back to work full-time and started running or gardening in the morning as the sun came up.

    Despite the extra demands that came with adding work to the rhythm of the days, that sense of peace—the sense that the ordinary rhythm of ‘life with baby’ was enough—lingered. For a while. 

    A few months after the baby marked her first birthday, I noticed that sense of peace slipping. I found myself wanting more time, more resources, and more flexibility to do what I wanted to do.

    I found myself wanting to feel like I was making a difference, like I mattered enough, like I was enjoying enough. I found myself wanting to feel content with life and wanting to feel satisfied with the everyday.  But I wasn’t.

    Somewhere in the space between my daughter’s birth and her twenty month birthday, that sense of peace got stuck behind a different rhythm that felt busy and lacking and not enough.

    A half-hour walk outside wasn’t doing it for me anymore. After coming inside, I wanted another half hour, and then another, and then another. Sometimes all the time in the world, all the recognition in the world, all the happiness in the world, it didn’t feel like enough.

    I can’t say that I have completely regained that feeling of complete contentment. But as I reflect on the months just after my daughter’s birth, as her second birthday gets nearer, I reclaim some of that peace.

    In acknowledging that feeling of lack, of discontent, and of happiness that comes and goes, I am inviting that peace to return to the rhythm. 

    It will undoubtedly still be a rhythm of trial, of melancholy, and of immeasurable joy, because that is what being human is about. It is about celebrating the mountaintops and accepting the valleys and their shadows.

    It is about remembering that joy and peace remain present even when they seem buried beneath wanting, discontent and overwhelming schedules.

    It is about seeing the extraordinary in something as mundane as a walk around a frozen lake on a muddy gravel road. It is about remembering that we are all full of life and have the capacity to fully embrace our humanness.

    It is about recognizing the instinct to do something to change a feeling or the persistent need to address our desire for more—and letting it be there. Sometimes there’s simply nothing to do but accept that being human means letting all feelings speak, and then letting them pass when they no longer serve.

    Perhaps embracing our humanness and the life that comes with it means celebrating the anticipation and the unknowing that comes with waiting for something that is impossible to predict.

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  • Why It’s Okay to Live a “Boring” Life If That’s What You Want

    Why It’s Okay to Live a “Boring” Life If That’s What You Want

    “Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.” ~Dalai Lama

    Some people know from the time they are small what they are going to be “when they grow up.”

    I, at various times, was going to be an archeologist, paleontologist, veterinarian, famous rock musician, famous film director, actor, studio guitar player, music production engineer, choir teacher, choral composer, less famous film director, film editor, screenwriter, alpaca farmer, or cattle farmer.

    As of this writing, I make wedding films and assist my wife with wedding photography. There is no fame, enough money, but no riches and no acclaim. Despite being told how special, intelligent, and talented I was as a child, and how I could do anything, my life has ended up being quite ordinary and, dare I say, a little boring. And I wouldn’t change one bit of it.

    Our culture seems intensely focused on passion and dreams. The most popular shows are all about people competing for the chance to live their dreams. The thing that stands out to me so starkly is the reactions of the people that don’t win.

    So often they will say something along the lines of “I just don’t understand how I didn’t win. I wanted it so badly. I wanted it so much more than all the other contestants.” As if wanting and desire is all that’s necessary to achieve a goal!

    I spent most of my life floating at a level of desire. Wanting things, relationships, experiences, sometimes having the desires fulfilled, most times not.

    Even when I got what I wanted, it only would make me happy for a brief time, always looking for something outside myself to satisfy me.

    Amid that was also the ego’s constant desire for specialness. I was smart and talented, so I deserve to be noticed and have an interesting job and a wonderful, amazing life. But life had different ideas for me.

    After high school I was planning to attend a music school in California to study guitar performance. However, when I was nineteen, I left home for two years to volunteer for my church at the time. During those years, my priorities shifted, and I was no longer sure if living as a touring musician lined up with more important spiritual goals, as well as goals of wanting a family.

    I shifted my thinking to music production, and then choral education after a girlfriend mentioned it as a possibility. I was going to teach choir. I had great times performing, composing, and learning.

    Two years into my degree, my wife and I started dating and got married. Around the same time I transferred to a different college, in a different city nearby. I was not taking very many classes, but one by one, they all fell by the wayside.

    One class I needed another prerequisite, another I had missed too much to catch up because of my wedding and honeymoon, and then I was left with a choir class that I soon realized I hated. Did I really want to do this for the rest of my life?

    I withdrew from college and just worked. From the natural foods store, to the steak and buffet restaurant, to the parking garage, to the telemarketing center, to the law firm copy center. We talked about going back to college at some point, but could not afford to pay outright and did not want student loans.

    When I looked at going back to college, I ran into a lesson I’ve tried hard to remember since. Too many careers that popped up would require me to have made different choices for the past twenty years to make them work.

    I thought about going back to school to become a veterinarian, but it would take me a decade, and I would not have the advantage of having volunteered at a vet’s office when I was twelve to put on my resume!

    During that time my wife started her wedding photography business. It took a few years, but eventually we had enough work that I could quit my other job and help her full time. At the same time I renewed my interest in spiritual development and discovered Dr. David Hawkins’ writings, which led to my present commitment to enlightenment as my primary goal in life.

    If I had gotten everything I desired, I doubt I would have made those discoveries and learned that acceptance and surrender are a surer path to joy than following desire. Now I have nothing of what people would consider ambition. I have very few goals, and no five or ten-year plan.

    It might seem that I have become some kind of shiftless drifter, accomplishing nothing. Overall in my life, I have tried to replace desire with intention, which is like the rudder on a ship. I have devoted myself to love, kindness, peace, and joy, and lots of waves crash against the bow of the ship, but it does not affect my heading.

    With that, many things just fall into place, (or out of my life,) just without the seeking and grasping of passionate desire. I will automatically do or not do certain things because of that intention, because it is what I am.

    I want to have enough for my needs, and to accept whatever comes in every moment. I trust that what comes is the perfect expression of potential in that moment. Now I know that the source of my happiness is inside me, and the circumstances of life cannot take that away from me.

    That is what I mean when I say surrender and accept: accept the fact that whatever it is we want in life, we cannot control the outcome, and if we could, sometimes we do not know what is best for us anyway. Instead of a passionate striving to “accomplish” something, we set the compass, and start down the path.

    We can only control our walking, not what the end of the path looks like or whether there will be anything at the end.

    The more we find our happiness from within, the safer we are. We can pursue anything we want, finding joy in the process. Whether it turns out the way we envisioned or not becomes irrelevant, because we didn’t bet all our joy on that outcome.

    I thought I wanted to be special and important, but life led me to something very normal and a little boring. I could try to change it, but it is the perfect life for me.

    So if we haven’t made it to some dream life that is fueled by passion, there can be great peace in learning to find the joy in being ordinary. To those of us that are led to follow our dreams, just love the dream, and surrender the result. Maybe your dream will come true, but if not, being boring is pretty great too.

  • Finding Joy in Frustrating, Routine Activities

    Finding Joy in Frustrating, Routine Activities

    “The greatest obstacle to connecting with our joy is resentment.” ~Pema Chodron

    Today, I hopped in the company van for a trip I make once a week with one of two primary clients. In the mental health division of my company, driving is a requirement. Most of the clients don’t drive, and they need coordinated transportation to and from their appointments and leisure activities.

    This particular woman goes to visit her husband weekly because she hopes to live with him when recovering from her mental health diagnosis. I’ve been taking her on this trip for several months now, and it’s a two-hour round trip ride.

    I usually fill this trip with aggressive, speedy driving and impatience at every red light. I pass the time with work-related conversations, both to ensure I drive safely and to address work-related issues with this client.

    This time, however, I chose a different route, and I’m not referring to the roads.

    First, I thought of a recent conversation I had about hating driving. I enjoy all other aspects of my job, but work-related driving bothers me because the clientele controls everything about it. They choose the radio stations, the route to drive, and the time to leave; and they frequently make impromptu requests to other locations, sometimes in a dangerous way.

    Next, although somber sounding, I started thinking about people who have passed away. (more…)