Angles to the Rescue – Steps One and Two

Yesterday I had every intention of  picking up where we left off on Tuesday.  But then…we were invited to join friends for lunch at a local pub and a sweet deal to boot,  3 courses – starter, main course, dessert and all the wine you can drink for about 12 euros.  Hell yeah, thus we went.   I offered to be the DD, so that my writing plans for the day would have a fighting chance at survival.  Despite that position of authority – one would think  – since I was holding the car keys, I couldn’t get the others to peel their  lips from the the wine jug.  All belligerence.  They boozed their way merrily through the afternoon heat as I sipped agua sin gas (still water)  and tried to be merry myself and not seem utterly distracted about wanting to do nothing else but go home and write.  {sigh}

Yet, here we are, a new day with it’s new penny shine.  And just as hot.  And the  boozers have hangovers you can photograph.

On that note of divine justice, let’s resume our thread about Different Angles as a strategy for leaving hamster wheels to the hamsters and finding possibility when there appears to be none.

No better place to start than Step One – Clarifying the Problem.

Clarifying the problem is not so much finding the right words as identifying the heart of the issue.  Wouldn’t you know, the sticky stuff backing what’s really bugging you is often very different from your operational assumptions.  I’ll use my geographic dilemma as an example.

To recap from last time, on the surface the problem seems to be simply do we settle down and make a home in the area of Spain we’ve been for the past six months or do we resume our plans to be semi-nomadic, spending six months here, a few months there, etc.

Assume that we have our list of compelling pros and cons for each option, and that we’ve done our analysis.  Each option offers risks and safety of different kinds.   I don’t want to go into those details because they’re actually beside the point, that we’re stymied by what lies beneath, by the real problem:  a fear of getting this decision wrong. Because if we get it wrong there are, as to be expected, consequences.  Not life threatening consequences, mind you, but life impacting.

No doubt many of you are familiar with the fear of WRONG,  a fear so big that only capital letters apply, and how immobilizing it can be.  Others, though, may wrastle more with the fear of being boxed into an Either/Or situation, of a too limited set of choices.  Or, there’s the fear of playing it safe, sometimes coexisting with the fear of being too reckless.  And if you’ve spent some time exploring the cast of characters within your character, perhaps you’ve bumped into the Peanut Gallery of the Mind, the “they” that have no names but we act as if we must answer to them.  We feel the pressure of them as genuinely as if they’re actual human beings piled on the small of our backs.

The problem behind the problem is quite often fear related.  Which doesn’t exactly amp the palatability of the exercise.  Still,  be it a case of fear or not,  when you name what’s really bugging you, you’re ready for Step Two, which is yet another step closer to shifting from flummoxed to flowing.

Step Two – Brainstorming Different Angles

First, let me clarify what I mean by a different angle:  simply put it’s a different view, a different perspective, a different vantage point, a different lens – pick the synonym you like best – by/through which to look at a situation.

An example of what I mean would be that I could look at the Settled vs. Semi-nomadic question from a perspective that doesn’t worry about the wrong choice but assumes we’ll make the right choice.  That’s an obvious example that errs on the side of Pollyannaism, but nonetheless I think you can get the gist of what’s being illustrated. What becomes possible by changing the view from which we examine our options?  For starters we don’t have the fear blowing smoke in our eyes anymore, and that alone makes it much easier to see what might lie ahead.

As perfectly legitimate as this more positive angle may be, it’s not “it”.  It’s not the one that will part the clouds and let the sun pour in.  It’s useful, but I suspect there’s a better angle just around the corner.  It may take 4 or 5 more before I find an angle with a good fit, sizzle, and heft.  Just the prospect of figuring out other angles – because the sky’s the limit – sends some people into a tailspin, so I’m going to walk you through some of the ways I initiate the brainstorming.  (Keep in mind that this is just a sample.  There are a hundred other approaches. )

Metaphor – Use a metaphor as a frame.  For example, I sometimes use the metaphor of Dog-spots-Squirrel.  What happens when a chase-loving dog espies a nut-munching squirrel a hundred yards ahead?  He becomes indelible focus dog.  He’s not aware of anything but the bushy-tailed rodent in his line of sight and nothing else matters,  not even a sprinkler system that will get his feet wet which he doesn’t like, especially not even his mommy who asks ever so politely if he would please refrain from harassing the wildlife.

One of my clients dug into her kitchen pantry for some metaphorical inspiration when we did this step. That was a coaching call not to be forgotten. It’s not every day you talk with someone who uses hot sauce and pickle relish as frames for viewing a problem.

Metaphor, let this option whir in the background while we move on to some other mechanisms.

Icons/Archetypes – Essentially you ask yourself, if I were this person (insert archetype or icon) what would be my take on the situation?  If you were Winston Churchill, say, or Coco Chanel…?  If you were Ramona the Brave or Don Quixote…?  It’s not important that your vision include historical accuracy for a historical person.  It’s your interpretation of this icon or archetype that counts.  As a viewing structure this works because it asks you to step outside yourself and into the shoes of someone or something larger than you generally believe yourself to be.

Change of Geography — This entails actually changing your physical location in order to change where you sit mentally.  It’s not necessary for the change in geography to involve great distances and airplanes.  Sometimes all you need to do is take a bus to the park across town or leave your study to spend a little time in the guest bedroom.  Even moving from the sofa closest to the TV to the love seat in the corner can make a difference.  Some of the magic is in the physicality, of moving from A to B, even when the shift is slight.  Some of the magic comes from the curiosity that naturally springs from relocating from one place to the next, even when the change of scene is only a matter of yardage.

Ask One of the Cast for Guidance – In a nutshell you call forward one of your cast  who generally use their powers for your good, and the greater good isn’t a stretch. (As with the Coop of Doubt.)  A member of my cast is named Jo Jo who Go-go’s.  She has big hair, white patent boots and a preference for prints  a person of my height could never get away with.  Light-hearted and saucy, she’s an accountant by education and a dancer by preference. The only reason she confines her dancing to a cage is that she gets so enthusiastic she’s been known to leave a few black eyes in her wake.  So out of concern for others and decent level of social awareness, she only go-go’s in her go-to zone.  I think it’s obvious that I like Jo Jo and like the energy she calls up, but that’s not the only reason I might seek a different view through her.  It’s the blend of pragmatism and dynamism that so nicely aligns with the practical dreamer in me.

Stitching together what we have thus far…

To recap the vehicles for finding different angles, we have:

1)  Assume right vs. wrong.

2) Dog-spots-Squirrel metaphor.

3) Icon/Archetype – I didn’t actually name one earlier.  To be frank, that concept isn’t singing to me for this particular problem.  Sometimes it jives, sometimes it doesn’t.  If forced on pain of death to pick one, I’d choose Minerva, because I’ve always liked what she stood for.  But if you have to choose an icon on pain of death, the exercise itself is kind of a moot point.  Obviously, in that case there are bigger problems to be sorted.

4) Considering I’ve been glued to my desk chair all afternoon writing this piece, I’m both itchy for a change of scene and yet approaching brain dead.  Brain dead is winning.  Nonetheless, I’ll give this one a quick go.  The other night  we went into town the other night for a pizza.  Despite the summer holiday crowds we had no problem finding a table at our favored cafe in the square near the church.  It was a warm evening tempered by a light breeze.  There was a buzz and a noise level that only kiddies demanding ice creams and rides on the coin-operated taxicab and weary parents needing a little peace and with coins in their coin purses can generate.  We hadn’t been to dinner in town for a while, so the change of scene was welcome.  I liked the way the world looked from where I sat that evening.  And if I were to name a geographical shift for the sake of this argument, it would be something along the lines of pizzeria in the town square.  Remember that for next time.

5)  Cast member,  Jo Jo who Go-go’s.  Much said about her already.  More very likely said about her in the next post.

The last bit of Step Two – narrowing the field

I’m going with my gut response here and going with the angles that tickle my curiosity the most.   And those are angles #4 and #5.  Gut responses aren’t easily explained, but in the next post the fuzzy logic of mine will likely float to the surface as I tackle the next couple of steps in the Different Angles process.

Now, it’s time for an evening swim.  And the walking of a dog who’s kind of crossing his legs.  It’s been months since he’s seen a squirrel, but in their absence he’s discovered the joy of chasing rabbits.  Much to the regret of the rabbits.

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Trust Me, This Is Cassis

Cassis_wall_FRActually, unlike most of the wall photos, this one has an identifiable characteristic – the rock rising up above the town.  We didn’t spend much time in Cassis.  It was a stopover as we drove to Toulon where we’d catch the overnight ferry to Corsica.  We stretched our legs, had a cold drink, took a photo of our dog on the wall that runs along the port.

It’s a pretty fishing village along a very pretty stretch of the coast.  As French Mediterranean as you could want.  Shame we never went back.  I’d like to.

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Different Angles to The Rescue

I promised myself I wouldn’t write any how-to type posts this week.  Because that’s been the trend for the (whopping) two weeks since I launched a “business blog”, and if I’m already getting a little bored by the samey-sameness of it you might be as well.   Plus, I’m feeling the production pressure…to meet the deadlines of my own making…and not get mentally vortexed into second guessing…amidst the distraction of having to tackle ant infestations of varying size and scope.  My feelings about which I must ventilate or my head will explode.

ANTS!

Because pest control services apparently aren’t routine in our part of Spain, we’ve have had the pleasure of ant outbreaks on a near daily basis.  Sometimes the mofos pour in from many hidey holes, and the only how-to on my mind is how to best smote them with Biblical  intensity. I can literally claim to have had ants in my pants thanks to one especially galling infiltration.  But for the grace of somebody’s god I wasn’t wearing the pants at the time. Tim (my significant other) travels around the house – inside and out – with a canister of pink ant-death powder and a spoon, because sometimes you have to spoon the powder into the millimeter-sized crevice from which the ants originate.  It’s a delicate operation, and he’s quite good at it.  Between the powder and the death spray that is our back up, this house is close to becoming a brown site.  I have a lot to say about ants, as you can tell, and it’s a terrible shame I’m not clever enough to spot a neat, clever segue from ant outbreaks to today’s topic:  angles.

As in using the concept of different angles to cogitate a viable solution to a problem that’s giving you a brain wedgie.

My brain wedgie behind the change-up in not doing a topical change-up.

I happen to have a situ that’s giving me a mammoth brain wedgie.  Thus far talking it over with trusted people hasn’t produced any budging, not because they didn’t try or didn’t offer their help with the best of intentions. I’m simply dealing with one of those decisions that can’t be nudged along by anybody else’s take, by what anybody else would do, and especially not by what anybody else would have me do so they can experience it vicariously.

I’ve got to make it on my own, based on my relationship with life’s big questions, based on the more positive vision I cradle.  Actually, though, it’s an “us” decision, specifically what do Tim and I want to do with our lives after September 27th when our current lease ends.  That’s like five weeks from now. Let me say upfront that doing nothing is not an option, because in five weeks we’re homeless save for our small Peugeot.  (I am hugely grateful that doing something is a must; that’s one less alternative on the table.)  So, do we…

  • Commit to living in Spain for a few more years?  If so, do we buy the fixer-upper which will give us a mortgage but save us in rent, or do we continue to rent?  If we rent, do we stay in Moraira, or do we give Barcelona or San Sebastian a go?
  • Commit to the earlier semi-nomadic plan and live in Italy for 6-7 months, live with the question marks of what comes thereafter, see what strikes our fancy come spring?
  • Go to Italy for 2-3 months, and then wander elsewhere for a few more before returning home?
  • Orchestrate a sign from heaven, which is tricky because we’re both agnostic?

All of the above options have pros and cons, opportunities and limitations, comforts and risks.  That’s why I have a brain wedgie*.  That’s what inspired me to write about the how-to of different angles, if only to remind myself about this strategy I both know and have preached.

*Note:  I realize that some people might say I should be so lucky to have this problem, what with the unemployment rates being what they are, hurricane season kicking into gear, and the usual starving in the world.  To which I reply, yes I am lucky, and I’m not interested in your theories of personal problem relativity.  Got it?  Oh, good.

There you have it, the winded wind up.  Now, the straighter pitch.

Looking at a problem from different angles is NOT an exercise in finding the bright side.  Frankly, there isn’t always a bright side.  You know it.  I know it.   Being Practical Dreamers we don’t like having bright sides forced upon us.  Invitations to positivity are OK, but forced feedings of positivity are not.

Looking at a problem from different angles creates an opening for making a decision and a commitment to taking action.  It can also help you see options when there appear to be none. That’s not my deal at the moment, but I have used this angles exercise for that purpose.

It’s an exercise of seven parts as follows.

1)    Clarify the problem – because the problem behind the brain wedgie isn’t always what we think it is.

2)    Identify some different angles, and then narrow the field down to a couple.

3)    Assess the angles that call to you.

4)    Imagine yourself tackling the problem in the midst of these angles, and choose one.

5)    Brainstorm some next steps from this vantage point.

6)    Put these steps on the calendar.  Cement your intention to follow through.  Set up whatever accountability mechanisms you need to make good on your intentions.

7)    Step over the (imaginary) commitment line that magically appears at that very second, and from there you live happily ever after.

Ok, maybe that’s too tall an order.

Maybe you live happily ever after and maybe you don’t.  What’s certain is that you shift from the land of brain wedgies to the land of de-wedgied.

Over the next few days I’ll drill down into the particulars of this exercise.  It took a bit of very focused puttering to get where I am with the topic today, and it’s time for a nap.

So, tune in tomorrow when I explore numero uno, the gist of the problem – what’s really bugging me, what’s really giving an innately uncomfortable brain wedgie an extra vicious triple twist.

As I unwind towards some kind of resolution using my trusty different angles strategy, you’re most welcome to pipe in with the details of your own.  Believe me, I’d be glad for the company.

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Deaths Elsewhere…1 Cult Survivor, 1 Coin Cleaner

To get ready for an upcoming move I’m digging through paper clippings I’ve carried around for 20 years and across an ocean.  Today’s find:  a list of obits, circa 1995.

It was the name of the woman that caught my eye.  Catherine Thrash.  That’s an eye-catching name.  Why else would a 26-year old MFA student in Creative Writing snip a list of obituaries found in the Atlanta Journal Constitution?  (Ahem..don’t answer.)

Actually, back then I scanned the obits on many occasions looking for names, names that stood out, names that might give me some inspiration as to what to call the main character in one of my short stories.  A name, maybe, around which to build a new story, as silly as that may sound.  Only, I wasn’t supposed to be working on short stories.  I was supposed to be working on the novella that was my thesis.  Because the only way I could get any of the professors to be my thesis adviser was if I promised I was working on a novel and not a collection of short stories.  Except that I didn’t want to write a novel, but I had to.  And it was one hard mother effing slog as a result.  No wonder I produced a thesis that was complete crap {grumble grumble growl} and that I digress straight back into this old grudge at first opportunity.

deaths_elsewhere_nov1995At any rate, what also caught my eye about Catherine Thrash (besides her lovely name) was that she survived the Jonestown massacre.  She was 80 years old when she was a member of that cult of insanity.  She didn’t drink the juice as directed, who knows how she managed that, but apparently she did, and lived to 93.  Rather impressive.

Actually the Deaths Elsewhere list from November 22(?) 1995 is a pretty good one for obituary spotters, I would think.  Dance pioneer, Martha Hill (age 94) was mentioned alongside Chih-Kung Jen (age 89), the physicist whose research team first trapped “free radicals”.   Also, Tommie Baker (age 70), former child actor; he appeared in “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington”.

I’m saving the best of the list for last, though, the one with the odd detail that might actually eclipse “cult survivor”.  Arnold Batliner of San Francisco (age 91):  coin cleaner. He cleaned coins for 31 years at the St. Francis hotel.  He also stumped the panel on “What’s My Line”, which is apparently an impressive achievement.  I don’t know anything about the show.  I do know it’s highly unlikely that too many other people in our great nation answered coin cleaner to the occupation question on their tax return for 31 years running. That’s something straight out of fiction.

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The Characters Within Our Character

Taking a little breakie from the usual topics to write about something I’ve been dying to explore, the cast of characters within our character.  You’ve heard of the Voice of Reason, of course, and the Inner Child.  Maybe you’re known for your Inner Diva, Higher Self, Mary Poppins, or Peter Pan.  Some people spend a lot of time coming to terms with their Wicked Witch, their Rainmaker, their Patient Saint, or their Inveterate Sinner.  Not to mention, the slashing red pens of their Inner Critic or Internal Editor.

All of the above are just aspects of who we are or who we can become when a situation calls for them.  Each character understands the role it needs to play.  The Inner Diva, for example, might help you attend to your self-interests (not necessarily a bad thing).  The Voice of Reason helps with self-control when flight delays frustrate our carefully constructed travel plans.  The Rebel reminds you that life is short, so live it full and brash and by your own set of rules.  Your Coop of Doubt seeks to protect you from harm or humiliation by guarding your safer status quo.

It’s great that everybody in the cast knows their cues and knows their lines so well that rehearsals are moot.   But the presider of said metaphorical play may not.  (I’m talking about you – and me, babe.)  Moreover, the cast themselves sometimes relish their roles so thoroughly that they ignore when their part in the play has finished, and they’re due for a rest in the wings.  The cast needs direction.  They need structure and guidance.  Now and again, you have to dig out the cane with the big crook.

The truth is we’re not born knowing how to direct.  We have to learn.  Or, the players begin to run the show and the director might as well be bound and gagged somewhere in the nosebleed section of the theater as hell breaks loose on the stage below.

Recouping your handle on these characters begins with figuring out who’s in your cast and learning their names.  Your crew may contain a Goldilocks and a Nanny McPhee.  Or, a Gypsy and a Lion Tamer and a CEO.  I’m sure you’ve cottoned on that these aspects tend to be identified as archetypes or icons.  Stereotypes, some might call them.  That’s the easiest way to begin identifying the parts of yourself that allow you to connect with something bolder, kinder, meaner, leaner, etc. and allow you to operate outside your normal sphere to face fear, take risks, take care, play it safe, whatever it is you might not otherwise do.

If you’re sensing that the next bit of advice is to notice who’s in your cast  – besides your Doubts- why yes!  All the noticing you practiced {tfru tfru} in the past week, will come in handy.

The challenge for the week ahead, should you choose to accept it, is to notice the characters in your cast:

  • Give them a name,
  • Observe when they walk-on, and
  • Pay attention to the script from which they read their lines.

And then share your findings in the comments, if you triple dog dare.

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