An advantage of growing older is racking up enough experiences to spot the same old issues, whether the usual suspects pop out in the usual way OR get sneaky & attack under different guises.
Although it was a jaw-dropper when this was first brought home to me five years ago, I am an innovator, a problem solver. Never saw myself that way – the first manager of our local farm market mentioned it, as if it was obvious. To her – yes. To me – nope.
Oh, I knew about being a problem solver. That was my unacknowledged but essential family role. But the innovator part caught me unawares, although looking back over 60 years shouted out the truth of her comment.
For 41 years, my #1 problem-solving energies were directed at getting a better sense of mental emotional spiritual balance in a life that had been & continued to be… I can’t describe the indescribable. Trying to make sense of whackadoodle dynamics that seemed to make sense to everyone BUT me.
Which is where Susie’s “innovator” description comes in – for 41 years, I’ve reached for different perceptions of “reality,” different spins on events, different WHYs behind what this person or that did. I upended entrenched views of myself, my family, my teachers friends colleagues, disrupting assumptions with “what ifs.”
Although it didn’t hit me until today, that’s innovation at its core – seeking different views, fresh understandings.
I am always seeking a new take on old problems. I am willing to jettison what is messing me up, even if it is something I’ve held onto for decades. (Our resistance to do that is a blog posting all on its own!) I hold my image of what HAPPENED in any given moment with light reins – 65 years have shown how many times what I was SURE happened turned out to either be off-kilter.
Being an innovator got me to this flat-out terrific now. It zooms me, even at a glacial pace, to all that lies ahead.
And it drives a lot of people nuts.