Today we begin with a quick recount of two recent incidents. See if you can find a theme.
A beloved client – one I’d been working with forever – had to end our partnership. The organization was changing its focus and moving to a new city. Gone was a continuous stream of support, relationship and income. I knew I’d never find another partnership so perfect. I was devastated. Crushed.
Things would never be the same. Period.
A recent blog post hit an all-time high. It seemed to catch a bit of virtual fire, resulting in hundreds more reads than any blog that came before it. I knew this was a turning point. I was ecstatic. Blissful.
Things would never be the same. Period.
In the end, I was wrong about both. Within a few months of Incident #1 I found not one, but several new clients that resulted in ongoing projects and energized, supportive relationships. Within a month of Incident #2 my blog numbers evened out, going up and down in an ever-changing pattern.
That’s when I realized that life is not about periods at all. Life is about commas.
Here’s the deal.
We all have incidents in our lives – good and bad – that feel monumental. We fall in love, get the perfect job, get divorced, lose loved ones, get promoted, have kids, move to a new home, get fired…the list goes on and on. It’s easy enough to find lots of examples.
Each of these incidents feels huge to us, like a turning point that feels so final that things will forever exist in this new context. That this new thing is it. Period.
It’s not a period. It’s a comma. Because things are always changing. The good stuff will go a bit bad and the bad stuff will get better.
Life is just one big, run-on sentence filled with a bunch of commas…that is, until the real period. When we die. (and yes, many believe that even death is one more comma in a sentence that continues, but that’s for another blog)
Remember those teachers who drove us crazy?
Turns out some of them were right. Like the ones who told us about commas.
Commas are simply a time to pause, reflect, catch our breath, get some clarity, then move on. They aren’t the end.
Even our goals are commas. We meet them, then create another goal. We have no choice. We fail at them, then get up and do something else. We have no choice.
Now, let me be clear.
What I’m not saying is that we shouldn’t celebrate our successes, learn from our failures, or set goals. They are all important.
Great leaders know that no one turning point is the end of the game. No success or failure is the new everything, the new forever. The new period. And it’s liberating for them.
Why must we remember this?
- Because when we lose something, get disappointed or feel depressed we are certain we’ve blown it forever. But we haven’t. Because the sentence goes on after the comma.
- Because when something great happens we fantasize that things will only be good from here on in, then we are shocked and dismayed when things take a turn. Because the sentence goes on after the comma.
- Because we put so much pressure on ourselves all the time, thinking we’re up for the one perfect job…thinking we’ve found our only opportunity to do something big…thinking we will never bounce back from a terrible loss…thinking we will never hurt again because we’ve found true love. We must stop. Because the sentence goes on after the comma.
As a goal-driven gal, I’ve always struggled with the notion that life is a journey and not a destination.
I’ve always strived to be the best, to get the gold, to know that nothing could keep me down!
But it never works out that way.
And so it turns out that the pesky cliché is true.
Life is indeed a journey, and the journey is just a run-on sentence. The commas are all the twists, turns and stops we make along the way.
By the time we get to the actual destination – the end of our lives – we’ve already seen everything we need to see, done everything we need to do, and realized that life is for the living.
And living means remembering the commas, remembering there’s always more on the other side, that life will go on, will change after this.
Which is what I’ll try to remember from here on in, no matter how many people happen to read this blog post.
No matter how good or how bad things seem, remember the comma. Then do everything you can to make the next part of your run-on sentence as awesome as it can be. And know if it doesn’t work out great, there’s always another comma coming.
Now go do good…and do it well.