When Something Really IS Better Than Nothing

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"Well it's better than nothing ..."

And sometimes, that little bit of something is better than nothing. Maybe that hateful slog of a slo-mo run is better than nothing; maybe showing up to your office and just getting through the g-d day is better than nothing. Maybe a fast, careless creative session of writing or drawing is better than nothing. Maybe a quick conversation with your teen is better than nothing.

But is it true? Let's say you're having a low mojo day like I am today. Isn't it easy to say, especially on a Monday, "As long as I show up and just get through this godforsaken day I'm a star!"

Well screw that, I say. I want to go to bed feeling like I at least did something well. And by "well" I mean, I made an effort to do something that makes me feel accomplished at the end of the day, especially something I want to put off, like: this blog post, or concentrating for a good hour with all my attention on a pain-in-the-ass work project, or getting outside for a brisk half hour walk.

I don't know about you but I may have used up about all the half-assed days I want to. (OK, I know there will be more but I'm willing to keep them to a minimum.)

Here's another (sports) example of doing something small with a big effort:

Last month I bailed on my longer sloggier runs for a two-mile run at the track. I would NEVER have done something like this, ordinarily. And I wasn't really in a running mood, either. So I turned on RunTracker on my iPhone so I could get a virtual coach telling me how fast I was going for some inspiration.

I ran those two miles. And I ran them, fast-- faster than I ever thought I could run. It was exhilarating! My body felt alive and proud of itself, my mind felt alert, my spirit was humming. Compared to those 4-6 mile joyless slogs, this was by far a better use of time. My body felt good the next day too. My chiro told me it was because running fast puts your body in a good position, rather than being slow and sloggy, where you have bad form, bad posture and stress the body. Interesting, eh?

And now, when I am having a low-mojo Monday, I ask myself:

Where can I have a two-mile burst of greatness?

So my invitation to you:

How can you do Something that is so much better than Nothing, that it shows you what you're made of?

Have fun!

What Was Your Earliest Fun?

Our childhood offers up a lot of rich, useful information to our adult self.

If you feel like you've fallen off the fun wagon -- you're in a creative mojo descendent, or you've lost your laugh, forgotten how to play -- try on this question:

What are you first memories of fun?

Write down your answers. They can range from something physical (playing tag) to quiet daydreamy time somewhere cozy and private (your room, a tree).

If you feel a bit like a deer-in-headlights , that's okay. We all do at first. Take a deep breath and let you mind wander and catch whatever image first comes to you. After you write down one or two, the faucet turns on and eight hours later lying in bed three more might come to you, presto!

In the meantime, write a list and underline some of the key words. For example, some of my earliest memories of fun were: Running in the playfield with friends to catch the wind and enjoy the feeling of the beeze against my skin; swimming; team sports, daydreaming in my room, performing to Hair and Jesus Christ Superstar, playing cards and board games. Key words: Running, swimming, team sports (collaboration), daydreaming (me time), performing, playing games.

I can look at those words and see how I've A) returned back to these activities in my adult life; B) seen how some of these key words, like performing, are showing up in my working life through giving workshops and C) I can see areas I am depleted in and could fill up a bit (team collaborations and more strategic playing).

Give it a whirl. Take a Fun reconnaissance mission and see what you find there.

I asked this question yesterday at a Fun workshop I gave to some Seattle coaches. Their whole bodies lit up at their rediscoveries. And they saw themes and had a few of those ooohhhhs, when life clicks into making a tiny bit more sense, i.e., we see repeating themes to the story of our lives.

Plus, you might be surprised at how youthful you still are!

xo

The Beauty of Getting Lost

A friend of mine emails me to report she is feeling lost, having a crisis of identity.

"How about you?" she asks.

Oh, I've been there. Haven't most of us who've hit the thorny woods of midlife? 

Transitions -- they can be hell. But once you get the hang of the ass-kickingness of a big one, they can also be really cool. Like the screaming fun of a roller coaster ride.

I tell myself that feeling lost is just a feeling -- and while feelings are powerful, they aren't always the truth. So, you may feel lost, but it doesn't mean you are.

Plus, I have a theory. Getting lost can be a beautiful necessity.

Every so often we have to lose ourselves to find ourselves anew. It's like renewing our personal contract with our life: renewing values, relationships, visions, missions, and so forth.

Still, when transitions and feelings of lostness and identity shifts come to visit, life can get challenging. Probably because we only put our heads up and look around when we're feeling uncomfortable. Discomfort's gift is a willingness to change and reconsider the paths we're on -- an important reconnaissance mission.

So, in the spirit of adventure and being your full bad-ass self in transition, here are a few questions to consider for the quest:

• What do you know about yourself that is true?
• What new truth might be coming forth during this time, to take you forward in life?
• What can you renew in your own personal contract with life?

Take your curiosity and some good questions with you on the journey. Questions are like your super power, they'll keep you traveling more lightly on your feet.

Here's to your spirit of adventure! xo