Thursday, April 2, 2009

Vision quest

I'm saddled with too many ideas and not enough time.

I bore easily. You can interpret that both ways: I'm both easily bored and easily boring.

I fritter time following inauspicious tangents. I occasionally tweet, but rarely follow my Twitter friends. Distractions distract me.

Luckily I have a business coach who can pull me back to reality. And she uses some unconventional techniques that really work for someone who bounces around mentally.

Today Theresa took me on another guided meditation that took all of 10 minutes and accomplished probably a month of psychotherapy. I felt myself being held back by a past experience that was preventing progress on one of my business paths. (Too many ideas includes running four businesses, count 'em, with my husband.)

Her words placed me on a path carrying a too-heavy backpack. Immediately I was transported to Oz, traveling along the Yellow Brick Road accompanied by the scarecrow, lion and tinman. I could see the Emerald City in the distance, glowing green and promising.

What was in the backpack that was preventing completing the journey, she asked. I pulled out crumpled up bits of newspaper that, when unfolded, revealed huge display ads for useless products and services. The bag was also rattling and uncomfortably bumpy and misshapen -- it was filled with ugly rocks and pieces of broken pottery.

Once I realized what was holding me back I was able to dump out the contents. Now I was relieved of my burden and ready to resume the journey. At that point I realized my business partner/spouse was the lion, and that I was going to have to encourage him as well.
We also performed an exorcism. In addition to the lumpy backpack, I been burdened by the mental image of a promising business relationship gone awry. I just haven't been able to forgive myself for not seeing the problems earlier. Theresa had me draw a picture of the bad relationship.
"Now, how do you want to get rid of it?" she asked. Options she suggested included tearing it up or burning it in my kiln.
"I'll put it under the wheel of my car and back over it." It felt to satisfying and freeing to mentally destroy that image.