Making mistakes and moving forward

Making mistakes and moving forward

f you’re like me (and I know many of you aren’t) you will understand the challenge of making sometimes arbitrary decisions in order to move forward.  This is something I’ve definitely struggled with.  I’ve tended to wait for absolute confidence and clarity before I take action, and that has really had me stopped a lot in my life.  

I’m reminded of this now that I am finally bringing my attention to finishing the Cloudscape model.  The apparent arbitrariness of the placement of the spheres has brought up so much resistance, fear and doubt in me for so long.  I’ve learnt that when I’m procrastinating doing something, almost inevitably I find once I start that the job is much bigger than I thought.  Every time this happens I go “Oh, so this is why I’ve been avoiding this job”.  But even the biggest job can’t happen without lots of baby steps.  And once I start, that’s when the clarity arrives.

The sphere above is an example of where I jumped in and took action .. only to find that I made a mistake and the hole was in the wrong place.  Fixing mistakes is something I’ve tended to avoid, taking a sort of “ah well, it’s obviously meant to be like that” attitude. In other words, mistakes tended to make me feel like I was stuck with the undesired consequences in a sort of fatalistic, helpless way.  So I’m finally challenging that pattern by taking action and allowing myself to ‘change my mind’.

A big part of my resistance was been a resentment of ‘wasting energy’ by having to do things twice.  But this has been a huge barrier for me, causing me to waste a lot more energy (though over-thinking) than making the mistake and fixing it.  

So with this email I’m marking a line in the sand around this old pattern of avoidance and getting stopped.  Instead, I’m embracing being messy and imperfect but in action.  After all, it’s not until I TAKE action (which might mean making a mistake) that I actually see the action that I need to take.  It’s like I need to take the step forward to then be able to see things from that new perspective.  

So, here’s to imperfect action (and expanding clarity).

With love,
Orly
The Innocent – an archetypal exploration

The Innocent – an archetypal exploration

A year ago I joined a small writing group in my local community.  Since writing has been a lifeline for me, this felt like a way to focus on and develop my practice. The most powerful part of being in the group for me has been reading out our writing.  It’s a scary and vulnerable thing to do.  Seeing how completely different each person’s style is has been fascinating too.  It’s been hard not to compare and feel intimidated by the writing skills of some people in the group .. but it’s also a good process of self acceptance.  

At the beginning of this year, one of our members did a week long writing course as part of Bellingen’s Camp Creative.  The course, Writing Your Life Story, used archetypes as a means of delving into the layers of your life’s journey with the intention of gaining insight and self understanding.

Using the archetype prompts, we did some short (15 minute) writing stints during some of our group meetings.  We looked at four of the archetypes – the innocent, the orphan, the lover, and the seeker.

Here is my response to The Innocent:

THE INNOCENT

I don’t remember feeling innocent .. naive .. carefree .. vulnerable .. although I remember feeling the sense of loss as I moved into puberty and felt like I’d missed out on my childhood and wanted to do everything to stop becoming ‘grown up’.  That’s when I became anorexic and sought to delay the onset of puberty indefinitely, including plucking out every pubic hair.  When I left home at 18 to travel overseas I felt like I had the chance at having the childhood I felt I’d missed.  Perhaps I had my innocent phase then .. and perhaps I can pluck a story from that time in my life.  In fact, though I say I was never innocent .. I think also that I’ve always been innocent .. choosing to do things that defy grown-up logic and practicality.  In my architecture studies I refused to design buildings with square walls.  What the world needed, I believed, were more ‘organic’ forms .. forms outside of conventional construction .. forms that allowed for a different experience of the world, a more sensual and visceral experience as opposed to the mental regularity of what was expected.  


Sending love,

Orly 

PS
Do you enjoy writing?  You might like to try this exercise too.
– and send me your response if you want to.  I’d love to read it!
(Prompt: The Innocent:  early childhood, highly optimistic, naive, concerned with happiness more than anything else, desire to be free and happy and keep life simple, carefree …)
Set your timer for 15 minutes.  Go!

15 Reasons to Stay Alive

15 Reasons to Stay Alive

Have you ever wondered What’s the point of life? (and struggled to find an answer)?

I spent a fair chunk of my life trying to rationalise and understand my existence and the meaning of life.  And the more I thought about it, the more confused and hopeless I felt.  

I’m in the process of writing a pdf download for this site with the (working) title ’15 Reasons to Stay Alive’ – summing up what I’ve discovered to offer inspiration, ideas and insights to others grappling with this question.  And perhaps more importantly, I want to offer a sense of connection to others grappling with this question – since if you’re thinking like this, there’s a good chance you also feel very alone.

Killing feelings

As a type 5 on the Enneagram, the natural tendency of my ego is to move away from feelings and towards thinking. Type 5’s tend to be highly sensitive and the head becomes a safe space to retreat to when feelings are too overwhelming.  Growing up I was proud of my ability to cut off from my feelings. I saw it as a strength.  It gave me a sense of freedom and control over my life, and relief from the sadness I felt.  It wasn’t really until my 40’s that I came to discover that my avoidance and rejection of my feelings came at a very high price.

The challenge

Feelings can be painful and confusing, especially for a child.  And expressing feelings, especially painful ones, can be uncomfortable for others not able to be with them for themselves. When our feelings aren’t accepted or acknowledged we can feel disconnected or even abandoned. Feelings can also seem unsafe, particularly given that some people will use our feelings or sensitivity against us, to hurt, manipulate or control us.

Having our feelings be met, acknowledged and accepted is something not all caregivers are willing or even able to do. The way people respond is usually automatic and unconscious. In this way trauma gets passed from one generation to the next.

Feelings are messy, complicated and often misunderstood – by ourselves as much as by others. So developing protection strategies around our feelings makes sense.  The impression I had of feelings growing up was they they were unsafe, and that life was simpler and easier if I ignored them.

The consequence

But my protection strategy came with a significant side effect that I didn’t become aware of until much later in life.

Emotional Guidance System 

You see, our feelings are an important form of internal guidance, both in relating to people and in making decisions.  These were two areas of life where I did not function well at all.  

In relation to people, I was able to get on easily with people, so conflict wasn’t an issue, but I felt like I had to give up myself to relate. Disconnected from my own feelings I would hone into the feelings of other people. I was so cut off from myself and my needs (I simply believed I didn’t have any) that I couldn’t receive anything from people and I would simply try and make myself useful by meeting other’s (perceived) needs until I could be alone again.  And so my experience of being with people was that I would lose myself.  Devoid of needs but compelled to respond to the needs of others I would end up depleted and unsatisfied.  I was like a boat without a rudder, tossed around by the needs and opinions of others.  The only way I could feel better was to be by myself.  And so I became ‘a loner’. 

Perhaps even more debilitating was an inability to make decisions.  Using my rational mind I would look at every angle of a problem to find the ideal solution.  But too often the answer was not clear or obvious. Applying this method to every single decision in my life made progress slow and exhausting.  Struggling to make decisions was the death knell to my practice of architecture which required constant decision making at every level, from the big picture down to where to place a dot or a line.  The inability to make decisions impacted my time, energy, money, confidence and sense of self worth.  

The only things I found satisfying were learning, exploring, and sleep.

And in my exploring I came back, again and again, to trying to work out ‘the meaning of life’. I didn’t fear death, because in a way, I was dead already. It turns out that feelings ARE important.

Breath is life

Two things helped to bring me back to life. Firstly, I fell in love. It wasn’t something I’d had much experience of, being a loner and all. And true to ingrained patterns it was unreciprocated. Which led to intense pain, once I finally escaped a three year bubble of denial. Which led to a breathwork practice that helped me to embody, be with, and release my feelings, including the grief of a lifetime of disconnection. 

Feelings are life

Waking up in the morning with unpleasant feelings and negative self talk is something I’ve lived with most of my life. My reaction was to want to keep sleeping. I became particularly conscious of this pattern when I had to wake up before dawn to work at a nursing home, and would give myself half an hour to journal before getting out of bed. Once I stopped doing the early morning care work I would find myself waking up with the feeling that I wasn’t doing enough, or helping enough, in a downward spiral of panic, shame and guilt. I was my own worst enemy.

Transformation

Though 2020 has been a crazy and unsettling year for many, this has been my year of working through a lot of old feelings, beliefs and patterns and building my clarity, confidence and sense of purpose.

Two courses in particular have been key to my transformation – Wheels Reinvented (a teacher training on childhood trauma and the chakras) which gave tools and processes for unravelling old patterns and beliefs, and The Alchemy of Wealth, which has done the same but particularly around money and self worth. Like all self development and growth, the process is not linear but a spiral. There is always more to discover as we level up.

Soul connection

We have a soul and an ego. Our soul is connected to our gifts, feelings and desires. Our ego, which wants to keep us safe, is connected to our mind. Learning to listen to my soul and placate my ego is what I’m moving towards. And I know I’m on track because in the last few weeks I’ve had a breakthrough. Instead of waking up feeling ‘bad’ and wanting to go back to sleep, I’ve started to wake up to the message “all feelings are welcome”, present and conscious without my mind taking over. And while fears continue to arise, I’m getting better at trusting.

I’m trusting that what I’m creating and offering has value, trusting my soul and not feeding the doubts and fears that continue to try and take me down. And I’m learning to celebrate the feelings – all of them – since, as I’ve discovered, they are the essence of life.

Do you resonate? Let me know.

Sending love,

Orly 

One

One

This random exploration of thoughts was a 15 minute stream-of-consciousness exercise done with my writing group.

 

One lone done
Only not one-ly
What is the one .. one what?
The One. The one and only.
All is one and one is all, tied up together.
One what?
One of a kind.
Kind of what?
Just one .. one and only one.
Why not two. Why only one. One is not enough. Why not divide one and make it two .. then things can go somewhere.
One. You must be content with the singularity of it. No need to complicate it. Talk about The One.
But The One is like a joke .. like a fantasy of denial .. a shrinking down the world into a fathomable dream of simplicity and ease. And life isn’t like that.
Change your perspective. You’re stuck.
Okay. One world. We have this one world with seven billion world views. But if we move into space it is one, one planet, one moon, one.
Shift again.
One day. It was one day, not particularly different from any other, and yet, totally unique. The sun rose and set, birds sang in the trees, her heart pumped in it’s regular sort of fashion, but .. no, not really unique. Yes, keep thinking. How was it unique? One word. Complete. Yes, there is the one. It was complete. And each and every moment was an act of completion. A moment of presence that was both instantaneous and eternal. And in this way, the day progressed, the sun moved across the sky, and a day made it’s way into the realm of the infinite.

Steps on a path of transformation

Steps on a path of transformation

“I’ve always wanted to change my name”.

I said this to a girl I’d never met before on overhearing a discussion about her name — YoYo. It was a Friday evening, just after 8, and we’d been dancing for the past two hours in a 5 Rhythms practice.

“Why don’t you?” she responded. For me, changing my name felt like an almost guilty desire, not something I’d ever do, just a vague, impossible dream. 
“I don’t really mind my name .. and I don’t know what I’d change it to..” She was super focused on me.. “and I’ve always been worried about upsetting my mum”.

She wasn’t letting go “Come up with a name right now”. I scanned my brain, which instantly went into shutdown. It was too big a decision to make on the spot. “I can’t think of one right now. I’ll think about it when I go home”.

Back at home, showered and warm, I sat down at my computer. I had no thoughts apart from simply exploring. The first step, I figured, was choosing the first letter. Circles had come to represent the meaning of life to me .. connection, completion, nature, cycles, perfection. I’d always felt a compulsive need for closure .. clarity. If my handwriting left a letter open I would go back and close it. And my name started with a C.

And like closing circles, understanding things from many perspectives had been an obsession. I was on a mission to find meaning and clarity in what felt like a meaningless and confusing world. At low points I had despaired at the hopelessness and futility of life. When people would ask me, either genuinely curious or making small talk, what my name (Charmaine) meant, I had never been able to give a clear answer. My response in recent years, after many searches, was “it doesn’t really have a meaning, it’s basically a made up name”.

And then there was the spelling. I was used to sales assistants automatically writing an ’S’ and then asking “how do you spell that?”, followed by the slow spelling out. My name felt like hard work.

I googled “names starting with O”. It didn’t take long for it to jump out at me .. short, simple, meaningful .. Orly .. ‘light’ or ‘you are my light’. After a lifetime of being overly serious and heavy, the word ‘light’ had been a guiding word I’d chosen for the year. I’d even made a ring with ‘I AM’ stamped on one side and ‘light’ on the other.

Anyway .. I guess I could trace the journey from then to now. Basically, I had no plan to change my name .. that was another huge decision. But I did .. and I haven’t regretted it. The name felt almost too big for me, like stepping into a bigger vision of myself. And telling people about it felt scary and vulnerable. But in many small steps it has become my new reality. It continues to allow me to shed old parts of myself that no longer serve me, and feels lighter, brighter and joyful.