My brand new program, An Invitation to Get Real, is this Saturday. My co-presenter, Brad Isaacs, is flying in from CA on Friday, and I can’t wait. We’ve been working on this for months. We’ve got a roomful of participants (there are still a few places, if you’re interested) and I’m lining up the supplies in my office.
But one thing had me paralyzed. The guest room bed needed to be changed, and I hate housework. I mentioned it at a meeting on Monday morning and wanted to get into analyzing why it was that I had this issue. What great deprivation had I suffered in my youth that left me inept and antagonistic to bed-making? I asked for feedback.
My dear friend Doreen, rather than jumping into the analysis pool with me, asked me where the clean sheets were kept. It would be her delight to go to my house and “freshen the room.” I should tell you that Doreen is the owner of an award-winning inn in Provincetown.
One of the first motivational tape series I ever listened to was by Dr. Wayne Dyer. A story stands out clearly in my memory of a patient of his who was bemoaning the fact that she never learned how to ride a bike. “Let’s go outside and get you on one right now,” he offered. No, she wanted to figure out why it was that her parents had never given her that opportunity.
I’ve joined Wayne’s world. I want to be in action, not analysis.