Thursday, March 19, 2009

No longer being motivated by fear

I woke up this morning thinking about my reaction to the TV interview and to comments that my friends made afterwards. As soon as I returned from the interview, one of my friends, with all her good intentions, told me in great detail what I had done wrong. And how bad I looked. Twenty years ago I would have been angry with her (yes, we go way back), because I would have thought she was trying to hurt my feelings. This time I knew that she was trying to help. But I still didn't want to hear what she had to say, even though she was making some very good points. I just wanted to rest. I wanted to be left alone. I was pushing myself hard enough and the last thing I needed was someone else pushing me. I only realized this in hindsight, which is why I wrote the last post on perfectionism.

What I realized this morning is that my friend thought she was motivating me, when in fact the opposite was happening. What I realized was that I am motivated differently than most people. Pushing doesn't motivate me. It makes me want to do the opposite or stop doing what I'm doing. Fear doesn't motivate me either. Again, it makes me do the opposite. When someone tells me that I don't have a choice but to do what they are asking, a red alarm goes off in my head. That is the signal that not only do I have another option, but that I better find it because I'm about to betray myself.

So if pushing and fear don't motivate me, what does? Joy and love and kindness and freedom. I work for a boss who is kind, fun, and appreciative. She has never shown any disappointment in me, even when I have been disappointed in my performance. She thanks me for doing my job. She tells me not to work hard when it's a beautiful day out. As a result I am willing to work weekends or drop whatever I am doing when she asks (which is rare.) I am happy working for her. The few times I've had to work with people who follow the theory X style of management--they believe that people are basically lazy and need to be pushed--I have been able to change roles or I have resigned.

When I followed my spiritual teacher, I was attracted by his smile and the love that radiated from him. I hadn't experienced that before, especially not from a man. Years later when his style had deteriorated to something that was more "tough love" I found that I no longer wanted to be around him. I have had plenty of tough love dished out to me over the last five decades. (Not from my mother, ever. Thanks, mom.) Hell, I have been the worst perpetrator of tough love towards myself, from the perfect woman. And frankly I am tired of her.

The same thing with my spiritual community. In the beginning it felt loving and was about celebration. Later on it deteriorated to something more controlling, to appropriate rules of behavior, to judgments about whether people were awake or not. Yuck! If I wanted judgements and controlling behavior I would have stayed in the mainstream.

But I am not in the mainstream and I am not "normal." I refuse to do anything out of fear or because someone is pushing me. I only move towards that which offers joy, love, and freedom. That has been my compass for more than a decade now, and it has never steered me wrong.

6 comments:

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Anonymous said...

Coward, do you ever want to hear the real deal? Then leave the comments as they are. But you are so immature, you can dish it , but not take it. Stop deleting, if you think you are so with it.

Despina said...

This is my blog, and I reserve the right to delete any comments that are insulting and derogatory. There is nothing intelligent or of value that anyone can gain from your comments. I'm not reading them at this point, nor is anyone else. So stop wasting your time. Or go waste it somewhere else.

This is the last time I will address you.

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Anonymous said...

We are not interested if others read the comments. We want you to read them. You write well with precision, as if they are long boring business briefs, disinfected and irrelevant. Insecurities, envy, megalomania false sense of pride and lack of real self-esteem, reeking all over the place. Anybody else smelling it?

Despina said...

Ok, I'm leaving this comment in, because you actually said something that I can think about.

Of course I write about all my insecurities; that's the whole point of the blog. I figured it would help other women know that they're not the only ones who are neuorotic.

And I'm arrogant--not as much as I used to be, but it's still there. And I get preachy and I need to learn to not do that, because I hate it when others preach to me. And I talk too much. Did I get it all?

For you to hate me so much just from what I'm writing, it must be really bad. My friends love me too much to tell me anything negative, so I guess you are giving me a gift.

I don't want to be at war anymore with you. If you stick to the point and leave out the personal insults, I will leave your comments.

I already figured out that I need to re-evaluate what I am saying and how I am saying it. And if it is worth saying.

I never intended for this blog to be all about hate. I wish you well, even if you don't do the same for me.