Last week someone told me about myself. That I’m smart and I’d be better a different type of job. I’ve mulled that over for a few days.
What is most interesting about the comments is that I never felt that this person knew or understood anything about me. I actually know I’m smart…and sometimes I even show a teeny glimpse of genius. The genius part is because I’m open to the Universe and wisdom of what every energies of those in that space we pretend isn’t there but is, you know the collective unconscious, and there are brief moments when all that combusts in my head. Those are my moments of genius. My stuff mixes with the brilliance of the collective unconscious.
In order to experience that, one must be authentic. No BS. Just openness and desire and passion and admitting that something needs to happen or be told or seen or understood. And timing. We don’t get to choose the timing.
But because I work hard to be authentic, present and mindful, I work in my own rhythm. A culmination of my experience combined with the greatness I’ve witnessed among the smartest people I have known or have read and the best of who I am…actually makes me choose things that I’m good at. I don’t choose to do many things that I’m not good at–at least not in public.
So when this person told me those things I didn’t respond because I wanted to take it in. My response now is–How do you feel you know me? You’ve never asked how I work, my methodology, how my experiences have taught me to act in a particular manner. How would you know what I’m good at? Ahhhh. I don’t do things your way. I approach problem solving, projects, people and situations differently because I’m different. And that difference has served me well. Somehow that person confused not doing things their way meant I’m not good at it.
Being authentic, knowing that there are very few absolutes depending on your expected outcome gives one the opportunity to experience new results. Times change and people change. Business moves so fast that the only way to win is with the integrity that comes with being mindful, open, and authentic.
After facing death through disease or an accident, the consistent theme shortly after is authenticity. But the muscles need to a truly authentic life require being used daily in big and small ways. It takes the commitment of an athlete. Knowing that criticism comes from many who don’t like your particular brand of authenticity comes from their own stuff.
I guess what I’m saying this morning is that I can’t be like that person, or be what that person thinks is right, or act like that person thinks makes me “good” at something. I have to learn from what I experience and do things that reflect my that experience. It’s all I have and all I am.
My heart experiences less stress, therefore less angina, less pings or little plucks that only heart attack survivors seem to understand when I’m truly myself. Don’t wait for a heart attack to be authentic. Start or continue to grow now.