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Being prepared for the possibility.
This morning i was.
I received a LinkedIn request from a recruiter in the north bay. I wasn't interested in her current industry, but her previous work was as a career coach. I posted off to her my job desires and my draft of a "career coach wanted" posting. And that motivated me to make the next connection in my Meeting to discuss work possibilities.
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I read more in "The Satisfaction Finder" yesterday. Essentially the process is to make SMART goals and then tell yourself that that is sufficient, enough, and that you are satisfied when you meet the goal.
SMART goals always make me think of this LOL Cat:
A blue point cat lies face up on asphalt with a stunned look on hir face, blue eyes slightly crossed, ears askew, with the caption, "I am so smart, S-M-R-T."
It's appropriate partly because there's some redundancy in the letters, and i can never remember what my workplace chooses for them.
I suppose the current lesson for me in the smart goal setting is two-fold. First is a point about objective measures versus quality measures. I think of my adventure with New Years cards for staff. I had a strong attachment to the *quality* of the message i would include and could not be satisfied when i did not meet that quality. The second is the compassion to acknowledge my actual capacity.
I can sense a rebellion in me. i don't want to acknowledge my limits. I don't want limits. I want to be high on sunshine forever and not have a winter, not have a night. Part of me is maturing to see the value in night, winter, age, recognizing the youthful ignorance in just valuing the full-steam-ahead model of being. Wisdom sees this; can my inner parent take care of that inner teenager? (OK can any parent take care of a teenager? Can my inner parent *mentor* that inner teenager? That inner six year old? Fear of the dark, fear of the dim slowness of being sick, the cold of depression, the winter of hope. Can that wise inner parent show the youth the beauty and the value of slow?
I ache a little: wishing, missing, regretting not having a wise presence in my physical youth. I suppose everyone must learn to mentor themselves, but that yearning and need makes such a gulf in myself, a gulf that's clear to me in my professional life.
Exhale and dry tears.
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Christine had tangible apprehension about her electrolysis last night. Day two is when it hits, she observed last weekend, and she's sleeping deeply this morning. I expect this quarter will be a marked rhythm: midweek intense with classes, weekend with electrolysis and recovery. There is, at least, a clear end in sight with the approaching surgery. Small comfort, that.
I ponder a trundle over to the farmer's market. I've plenty of baking apples and miscellaneous things to add to a baked fruit (and winter squash?) preparation. Dried up beets. So maybe i should really just make a roasted apple and veggie preparation and another roasted apple and fruit preparation.
Plenty to do....
This morning i was.
I received a LinkedIn request from a recruiter in the north bay. I wasn't interested in her current industry, but her previous work was as a career coach. I posted off to her my job desires and my draft of a "career coach wanted" posting. And that motivated me to make the next connection in my Meeting to discuss work possibilities.
--==∞==--
I read more in "The Satisfaction Finder" yesterday. Essentially the process is to make SMART goals and then tell yourself that that is sufficient, enough, and that you are satisfied when you meet the goal.
SMART goals always make me think of this LOL Cat:
A blue point cat lies face up on asphalt with a stunned look on hir face, blue eyes slightly crossed, ears askew, with the caption, "I am so smart, S-M-R-T."
It's appropriate partly because there's some redundancy in the letters, and i can never remember what my workplace chooses for them.
I suppose the current lesson for me in the smart goal setting is two-fold. First is a point about objective measures versus quality measures. I think of my adventure with New Years cards for staff. I had a strong attachment to the *quality* of the message i would include and could not be satisfied when i did not meet that quality. The second is the compassion to acknowledge my actual capacity.
I can sense a rebellion in me. i don't want to acknowledge my limits. I don't want limits. I want to be high on sunshine forever and not have a winter, not have a night. Part of me is maturing to see the value in night, winter, age, recognizing the youthful ignorance in just valuing the full-steam-ahead model of being. Wisdom sees this; can my inner parent take care of that inner teenager? (OK can any parent take care of a teenager? Can my inner parent *mentor* that inner teenager? That inner six year old? Fear of the dark, fear of the dim slowness of being sick, the cold of depression, the winter of hope. Can that wise inner parent show the youth the beauty and the value of slow?
I ache a little: wishing, missing, regretting not having a wise presence in my physical youth. I suppose everyone must learn to mentor themselves, but that yearning and need makes such a gulf in myself, a gulf that's clear to me in my professional life.
Exhale and dry tears.
--==∞==--
Christine had tangible apprehension about her electrolysis last night. Day two is when it hits, she observed last weekend, and she's sleeping deeply this morning. I expect this quarter will be a marked rhythm: midweek intense with classes, weekend with electrolysis and recovery. There is, at least, a clear end in sight with the approaching surgery. Small comfort, that.
I ponder a trundle over to the farmer's market. I've plenty of baking apples and miscellaneous things to add to a baked fruit (and winter squash?) preparation. Dried up beets. So maybe i should really just make a roasted apple and veggie preparation and another roasted apple and fruit preparation.
Plenty to do....
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