walls fall down

| September 29, 2008 | 1 Reply

The world seems to have gone mad. Not really of course, but it there are times it feels that way, what with the financial meltdown, an incredibly bizarre VP choice, and the finality of no more WAMU commercials, ever.  Crazy times. Scary times.  Periodically I look out my window to see if the Mississippi has reversed course like it did in 1812 from an earthquake here in Missouri. Some real activity on the New Madrid fault would be the icing on the cake, especially after waking up to a bed shaking appetizer earlier this year.

All this stuff happening out in the world fits so well with my own business related lessons. In the wee hours of sleepless mornings I sometimes agonize about that fact that, in essence, I gamble for a living. All my careful research, preparations, and process only serve to remind me of all the things I do not control. I may have the ideal candidate, perfectly prepped, and poised to solve real problems at a receptive client. After a lovefest interview and an out of this world offer, my candidate might get an even more out of this world offer and turn my client down, or end up having faked an MBA, or lose the job because the client discovers his ultra-kinky porn site complete with rubber sheets, war paint and golden showers. In perfect situations I am not in control, and I so rarely have the best situations to manage.

It is a great for me to earn a living at the same time as it is crazy making. Every day I come face to face with the fact that no matter how hard I work, or how good I am at what I do, life happens and I am not in charge, even though I want to pretend I am.

Though we were well prepared, the collapse of the wall was alarming.Life happens. Sometimes good stuff, sometimes terrible stuff. Walls fall down. We don’t decide what will happen to us, to strangers on the street, or to those for whom we care. We can only control our reactions, and that control is often as much an illusion as any other. I can try to be mindful of how I react to the person that cuts me off in traffic, but, more often than not, my determination to look with eyes of compassion is forgotten when the big truck almost runs me off the road. I’m working on that, but I have a long way to go.

I think wrestling with expectations and illusions of control on a personal and business level have helped me keep some perspective about the direction the world is going, economically, politically, and socially. I can only do what I can do, and mostly that is keeping my head on straight when things go pear shaped. Seeing and accepting circumstances as they really are instead of how I think they ought to be is the only way to have forward motion in an uncertain world. Focusing on that helps me to remember that while I am most certainly not in charge, I do have choices, even when the walls are falling down around me.

Share

Tags: , , , ,

Category: Consumerism, Culture, Current Events, Economy, Meaning of Life, Whimsy

About the Author ()

Lisa lives and works in the city of St. Louis, and is striving to develop the right mix of both while asking herself what it means to live a good life. You can follow her on twitter http://www.twitter.com/lisarokusek

Comments (1)

Trackback URL | Comments RSS Feed

  1. Erich Vieth says:

    Lisa: This is such wisdom.

    It's sometimes difficult to consider all of the good things out there when I get obsessed with the election, the economy, the potential loss of jobs, the natural disasters, the disease, the wars.

    And I too struggle with thinking that if I just try a bit harder, I can get everything "right" and then I won't have to worry about things (I am quite a worrier). But things never do get perfectly in place, so those who have the attitude that the will get the chores done and THEN play will never actually get to play. There will always be work. Even those things that you work so hard to do RIGHT will often unravel.

    It's not a bad thing, of course. It just IS. The problem, I find, is that I have unrealistic hopes and expectations. When I set the bar too high, the old phrase "Shit happens" pops into my head. But "good shit" happens too, as you acknowledge. It's not just here and there that we encounter these treasures. It's everywhere. It's a rare day when someone, a complete stranger doesn't engage in one of those random acts of kindness, and where I'm the recipient. It must have happened 200 times to me in the last month. Sometimes it's a smile, or someone holding a door. Sometimes, it's someone who offers substantial time or encouragement. Sometimes it's a person who offers a quality friendship. How is it that I deserve such gifts?

    Yeah, life is crazy. But that's not always a bad thing.

Leave a Reply


Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.