Today, during another transformational Friday Band practice, we talked about death as regards to our work. For many of us our identity is tied to our work. We talk about faith and family, certainly. We talk about our identities as a neighbor and friend. We talk about hobbies, travel, and charitable contributions. However, when we talk to ourselves, we mostly tell ourselves we’re our position, profession, or production. So, when the world takes away our professional position, we lose ourselves. Actually, we lose our sense of self.
Feels like death.
It. Is. Not. So, friend, don’t fear death and don’t overly identify with your position. You are not just King or Queen of Wall Street or any other avenue. You are so much more. Embrace all your names – your I am’s. Do not fall in love with what others name you.
Long ago, I remember losing out on my dream job. I was passed over for the presidency that I thought I’d earned. I hadn’t played the game and should have known better. I was a dumbass. Got what I deserved. Miss woke me up that this too was good. She was right. Thank God, I didn’t die when the corporate window closed. My best work is still ahead. Almost twenty years into BTL and the band is just starting to turn it up. I’m going to die singing my song. A few are singing along. More than enough for me. I know whose I am and am figuring out who I am. I’m not afraid of professional death, just happy I’ve turned pro. I am BBTL. I am aiming at mastery. I am mastering the art of living. I am a work in process. And, I am so much more. How ‘bout you?
Live hard. Love harder…