(http://www NULL.flickr NULL.com/photos/57768341 null@null N00/3558561251/) There’s a piece making the rounds on my social media streams about Oscar winning director Ang Lee that was written in 2006, after he won his first Best Director Oscar. By coming to the U.S. to study film, Lee essentially ended his relationship with his father. He spent six years of “agonizing, hopeless uncertainty” after graduate school doing scut work on other people’s films. He pitched a screenplay to thirty different production companies. He was rejected by all thirty. The year he turned thirty. He became a stay-at-home dad and turned writing scripts into his side hustle. In the mid-1980s. When he learned that his wife turned down her parents’ offer of start-up cash so he could open a Chinese restaurant, he ditched his dream of making movies and enrolled in a computer course at a community college. He “descended into malaise.” His wife, Jane. . . .Read more . . .
(http://flomotioncoaching NULL.com/wp-content/uploads/two-osprey-on-platform- NULL.jpg)Quick, think of something that would make you incredibly happy. Something so big – beyond your wildest dreams, even – that it couldn’t help but change your life. Or maybe something familiar that you look forward to for a long time, with great anticipation. When this thing happens, or arrives, it’s guaranteed to make you practically burst with positive emotion. Got it? Good. Now imagine your life six months later. A year. Two years. Chances are that, in as little as six months after you receive or achieve your heart’s desire, you’ll return to the level of positive emotion you were experiencing before the big, wonderful thing came your way – no matter how big of a boost it initially caused. The culprit: what social scientists call hedonic adaptation, the phenomenon that causes us to become used to a change that once made us significantly happy. The bad. . . .Read more . . .
(http://flomotioncoaching NULL.com/wp-content/uploads/Resized-0000 NULL.jpg)I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts for the past few weeks. Not really sick. Definitely not sick enough to take – waste – a sick day if I were still working in an organization. But not well, either. Sinus congestion. Scratchy throat. Random aches. Less energy than usual every morning. None by afternoon. I was convinced I was getting the flu. More than once. Got checked out. Conclusion: the usual winter sinus crud, best treated with fluids and rest. Fluids, no problem. I could float a small sailboat in the herb tea that has passed my lips these past few weeks. The rest part? Not so much. In the past, I would have dragged my sorry self to work and back, so exhausted that I’d do little more than collapse on the sofa when I got home – just long enough to do it all over. . . .Read more . . .
(http://www NULL.flickr NULL.com/photos/44124425616 null@null N01/609777936/)Imagine yourself, facing an obstacle. Picture the obstacle as a door. One you really want to open. And go through. It’s closed, but not locked. Now imagine that it’s open, just a little. Still a tight squeeze. Getting through will take effort. Ingenuity. Persistence. Courage. You’re not sure you’re up to it, but you really want to get past that door. What do you do? The Rabbit as Coach, Yet Again Watching Elphaba the Office Rabbit frantically trying to escape her Custom Bunny Condo the other morning made me think about the ways my clients – and I – deal with obstacles. I’d been traveling, so she’d been stuck in her cage, er, house, much longer than usual. When I came downstairs that morning, she was furiously gnawing on the little bars, a sure sign that she wants out. Even more than she wants dandelion greens.. . . .Read more . . .
(http://flomotioncoaching NULL.com/wp-content/uploads/happiness-math NULL.jpg)You’re one of the happiest people I know. It’s a wonder I didn’t hurt myself whipping my head around to see who she was talking to. Lucky for me, the speaker was a trusted colleague, one who seems to have been absent the day they handed out sarcasm. The truth is, for a long time, I was pretty miserable. My glass was half empty. On a good day. I complained. A lot. So much that my dad once said to my mom, “we know she’s OK; she’s still bitching.” Fully intending that I’d overhear. Then I Got Happy I didn’t realize it at the time, but it happened thanks to what I now call Happiness Math. Math phobic? Don’t stress. It’s a simple equation Sonja Lyubomirsky explains in The How of Happiness (http://www NULL.amazon NULL.com/The-How-Happiness-Approach-Getting/dp/0143114956/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361063166&sr=8-1&keywords=the+how+of+happiness). H = S + C + V Happiness equals set point plus circumstances. . . .Read more . . .