Wednesday, December 2, 2015

First Things First or Next Thing Next: Choose Your Mentality to Choose your Life!

Shrink Rap with Dr. J
      "What is your Mentality: First Things First...or Next Thing Next?" Choose well, Because You are Choosing the Quality of your Life!

     Backstage with Dr. Laurie Johnson, LPC

   Here we are, at year's end. That nostalgic peak of Winter when the holidays loom  ahead with poignant memories and  panicked To Do lists. December brings a  dozen months to conclusion. Is there  enough to show for our efforts? Or do "New  Year Resolutions" of 2016 threaten to smirk  at us with a silent sneer of "Oh, that one  again? Go for it! You've only been making  that resolution for the last 5 years!" Midyear Graduations, Good-byes and “Good Luck” wishes, Hallmark sighs and Norman Rockwell social standards can catch us off guard.
  With this in mind, I’ve been pondering how easy it is to get caught in an undertow of  demands and lose sight of what matters most in life. To borrow from Stephen Covey,  different activities rank higher or lower in significance and urgency on our plate, however  that does not always dictate how we attend to them! Some activities, in my opinion, are  nothing more than distractions we seek, in order to avoid daunting responsibilities or  tedious tasks on our “To Do” lists. It is easy to let our focus shift from the “prize” to the  “surprise,” such as an unexpected phone call, interesting online trivia, the latest text, or the  newest trend. At the time, it may seem like a welcome relief, but when the day winds down,  we can find ourselves regretting moments that will never come again. Fresh realization of  this has compelled me to “mind my moments” and focus on living life according to a “First  Things First” principle, instead of by my former “Next Thing Next” policy.
  There’s nothing like the clarity that comes with finality. Once the final brush is stroked over the canvas of our lives, who we were and what we loved (signified in measures of time, investment, and passion) and how we faced the storms of life, are captured and concluded. In my case, the clock is striking midnight, in the dance of motherhood with my son, Hiram. As an adult, he’ll look to me for mentoring, a mother’s love, and unique  friendship. But the season of lending a potter’s hand, to steady and shape him, is over.  While I’m gratified at the gentle man he’s become, I wish I could find the “replay” button  and share the journey with him, all over again. All except the bullying he endured. And the  broken heart. And the lessons I wish could have been delayed a decade or two. But, the  truth is, even if it meant enduring those tough times again—I’d jump at the time of reliving  that grand adventure with Hiram.


 Had I the chance of a do-over, I’d concentrate more fiercely on exercising that “First Things  First” mentality, and I’d fight the compulsion to settle for the “Next Thing Next” mindset.  Since I can’t have a second go at it, I’ll commit to 4 ways of attending to the “First Things  First” orientation, as I commit to better minding my moments with my three children who  remain at home! While I can be certain we’ll have share many zany adventures, this is how  I’ll improve my response to momentary crises and minor catastrophes! These tips might  help you, as well!
 First, when I feel my jaws tense, my  shoulders creep above my ears, and my  voice raise in volume and octave, I’ll ask  myself, “Did anyone die? Is anyone going to  die because of this?” Most likely, the answer  will be “No, not hardly.” I’m pretty sure that  clarifier will help me calm down and regain  perspective, so I can better attend to the  task before me, whether formidable,  frustrating, or fearsome.
 Second, when flustered, I’ll ask myself, “Is this my problem?” I strongly believe in what I  call the “interpersonal firewall” philosophy, which inclines me to relate to people according  to my firsthand experience with them. It involves a practice of interpersonal boundaries.  Translated bluntly, it clarifies that “Your beef is not my bone to chew.” For example, if I get  hot under the collar because of an issue between you and a third party, I shall back out. It is  your problem to address and not my cue for tag-teaming. This policy is very challenging for  “fixers” in a family, but I can assure you, it can optimize mental health in the immediate and  extended family!
 Third, when I realize I’m tied in knots about something, I’ll stop and listen. Not necessarily  to the conversation—it may be better for me to attune myself to hear surrounding sounds  like birds and jet planes outside, or clock ticking and cat purring indoors. Choosing to exit a  moment of upset, by shifting our attention to one of our physical senses, can actually bring  us back to our senses! Too often, we can get so caught up in drama that we lose sleep or  forget to eat. As to the latter—my kids have learned to offer me a snack when I start acting  “hangry!” Our brains work better when our body is comforted! Pausing to pay attention to  natural sounds, may help us choose better words and actions, after we’ve taken a breather.  It will help us achieve the “First Things First” priorities, rather than leave us poised to say  and do those things that burn bridges and bruise morale.
 Fourth, I’ll remember the mantra, “This too shall pass.” Often in my experience, that has  translated into “This shall pass—too fast!” Times of hardship can forge strong bonds, invite  deeper intimacy, and can remind us how fragile and wondrous is the gift of life.  Remembering that tomorrow is not promised, helps us keep today in better focus.  Affirmations like “I love you” can’t wait until tomorrow. Withholding “I’m proud of you”  should not be delayed until some committee, institution, or panel marks their seal of  approval. Our loved ones deserve to know their labors matter and their efforts count! While  it is gratifying to see high school and college graduates lauded by peers or faculty, it very  likely that we alone know the blood, sweat, and tears it cost them to achieve their goals. So,  take time to adequately praise and acknowledge them!
Looking back at the amazing adventure I had, sharing my son’s journey to adulthood, I’ll be forever grateful that we celebrated everything from macaroni sculptures, to seeing his first novel in print. When he entered Janice Cox’s kindergarten, I knew he was off to a good start. I knew she’d challenge, nurture, and appreciate him. Her gifts as a master teacher helped him chart    the course that lead him to Commencement—which we all know translates, “a beginning.”
 I’m thankful that each of us has the means to take our own exit from the harried “Next  Thing Next” expressway, to the “First Things First” highway, and embark on whatever  journey lies ahead of us. May your tears this season, be of joy and expectation as you lock  your sights on those goals that matter most! May we mind our moments well!

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Friday, July 17, 2015

Fear and Want: When Attachment Weighs Us Down


Backstage with Dr. Laurie Johnson, LPC






Want and need are real and sometimes intense and critical. 

In this blog, I am not discussing poverty, hunger, starvation and suffering.

Not of the body, anyway.







Thankfully, we can reduce low grade "emotional fevers" by examining what we are in angst about. 
That takes guts, though. We have to dig down below the easy answers to get to the heart of our attachments. That is, if we want to identify our personal attachments. 



Having attachments distracts and depletes us from fully embracing the moment,   the now,  the what is.





Until we realize that we have attachments, they have us.

On a short leash. 

With a choke collar.



Having attachments is like having beautiful bracelets...of barbed wire.

Having attachments is like driving a gleaming sports car...down a highway of glass shards.






It is stunning how much we foster fear. 




 It is detrimental how much we deny being driven by pride.

How many times a day do you compare yourself to others?

Three aren't enough sands in the hour glass to represent the seconds and minutes and hours and days we lose, pondering how we measure up.




To others.

To who we were supposed to be.

We measure ourselves according to an invisible, uniquely personal measuring stick.



Constant comparison.


 It is like a cage to which we sentence ourselves. Our selves.


Once in that cage, we lose sight of ourselves. 

We lose focus. 

We stare.

Once we succumb to the quest to be special enough or special at all, we lose sight of our own beauty. We lose sight of others' beauty. We fixate on thorns. Fear fills in our thoughts like mortar.

It is tragic how much we focus on thorns instead of blossoms.





Especially when a rose is growing in unexpected and unlikely places.
















                          Unexpected and unlikely

                       are two of my favorite places

                                     to find respite. 







We create such unnecessary drama and trauma by fearing.


                                                                             Fear we won't have enough.



                                                                             Fearing we won't get enough.



                                                                              Fearing we won't  be enough. 









It causes us to suffer the minutes instead of embracing the moments.






I wish I'd learned this a lot earlier in life. 


Similar to true guilt vs. false guilt that can double the baggage in our lives... We need to tame want and need to know whether they stem from fear and pride or from healthy personhood



 Dr. Laurie Johnson, LPC


See? I'm afraid if I don't leave my name you won't know it is me and feel that I've offered you something of value. 

Fear. 

It limits and distracts and derails us so much from freeling being our best unfettered self. 

I want to live with abandon.

I'm tired of living in ruby shackles.

There's no place like me.


 There's no one like me. 


But I've got to be the better me. 


The notable me. 


Good grief. 

The Dorothy syndrome is exhausting. 


Fear. 


It has such a terrible R.O.I.

If fear were a substance, we'd rarely go near it. 

We certainly wouln't bring it into our home and heart and head

and feed it all the little dreams that might have otherwise grown to fruition.

Fear, is like a gar fish hidden in a beautiful koi pond.

Why do we put it there?

Why do we tolerate its presence?





Let's identify those "needs and wants" that plague us.

Let's identify the attachments we have, that grip us so tightly yet offer so little.

Let's stop counting thorns and savor more blossoms.



Let's take time to smell the courage of someone to plant a rosebush and to leave it behind.


Let's celebrate the rose undaunted by rock and wall, sidewalk and rubble. 

Better yet. 

Let's be those roses.



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