Our visual inspection of seeing the world around us is processed through lens of our own eyes. January 2008 marked a whirl wind year. I refused to collapse. This breaking point set in motion critical decisions. My Best Friend passed in 2007. In January 2008, I (with her family) beautifully and loving released her ashes into the ocean, I ended a three year abusive relationship and I severed an already fragmented relationship with my father. I grasped the pieces of my existence and hurled myself into action.
I relied on what I knew, my corrective action, survival. With everything in me, I took no prisoners. I won a top sales award for the year in my job, worked weekends with my at home jewelry business, competed in three figure competitions, did three photo shoots, hit the gym at least three days a week, and obtained my personal training certification and began working with clients. I didn’t stop and I didn’t look back. I accomplished goals, succeeded with results and exceeded bottom line measures and avoided every feeling for the love of life that called to be expressed.
In every circumstance the lens through which we are looking captures only a small view of a much grander experience.
Changing the lens for ourselves through experience expands awareness regardless of the uncontrollable or regardless if one likes or dislikes what is seen.
In August 2008, I spoke with someone to help me understand the details regarding a contract for a photo shoot. He said, “Sounds like you have a lot going on, let’s meet to talk about this.” He showed up at Starbucks with his folder and opened it to a clean white sheet of paper. He quietly wrote and asked specific questions as I rattled off the above, my financial goals and obligations, my future aspirations, and the details of all my busy, busy, busy life held.
He showed me the once clean white sheet of paper.
RHONDA was written inside the circle in the middle of the page. Surrounding ME in the middle was a convoluted diagram of the life that I was living. My chest tightened as I looked at this full sheet of paper. Pointing at the information that extended from RHONDA in the center, he calmly said, “All of these are coming from you. What’s coming in?” In that moment, my awareness expanded...my lens changed.
I relied on what I knew, my corrective action, survival. With everything in me, I took no prisoners. I won a top sales award for the year in my job, worked weekends with my at home jewelry business, competed in three figure competitions, did three photo shoots, hit the gym at least three days a week, and obtained my personal training certification and began working with clients. I didn’t stop and I didn’t look back. I accomplished goals, succeeded with results and exceeded bottom line measures and avoided every feeling for the love of life that called to be expressed.
In every circumstance the lens through which we are looking captures only a small view of a much grander experience.
Changing the lens for ourselves through experience expands awareness regardless of the uncontrollable or regardless if one likes or dislikes what is seen.
In August 2008, I spoke with someone to help me understand the details regarding a contract for a photo shoot. He said, “Sounds like you have a lot going on, let’s meet to talk about this.” He showed up at Starbucks with his folder and opened it to a clean white sheet of paper. He quietly wrote and asked specific questions as I rattled off the above, my financial goals and obligations, my future aspirations, and the details of all my busy, busy, busy life held.
He showed me the once clean white sheet of paper.
RHONDA was written inside the circle in the middle of the page. Surrounding ME in the middle was a convoluted diagram of the life that I was living. My chest tightened as I looked at this full sheet of paper. Pointing at the information that extended from RHONDA in the center, he calmly said, “All of these are coming from you. What’s coming in?” In that moment, my awareness expanded...my lens changed.