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Hope Theory: Why Hope is More Powerful Than You Think

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

The happy woman releasing a pigeon in sky

Dear Pinkies, please welcome back brilliant writer, midwife, and Pink Goddess Stacey Curnow, here with some inspiring – and informative! – words about hope.

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Lissa wrote a post recently about resilience and asked what it means to be resilient. I commented that I think resilience is an amazing alchemy of courage, strength, love and hope. And I also think hope is as challenging to define as resilience!

You see, I’ve been thinking a lot about hope – what Emily Dickenson called “the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops…at all.”

Hope even drove Barack Obama’s successful bid to become president…but what IS it? Please read on as I explore this fascinating emotion and why exercising it is as vital to our happiness as exercising our hearts is vital to our cardiovascular health. I’d love to hear what you think!

What Hope Is

Hope is not just some ephemeral emotion. Nor is it the abstract one-size-fits-all concept put to work in poetry and political campaigns. It’s actually a deeply felt neurochemical stance that our minds take toward our current circumstances – a stance that alters our outlooks and our actions, as well as the life paths that unfold before us.

Clinical psychologist Rick Snyder of the University of Kansas has developed what he calls the “hope theory.” This theory assumes that human behavior is primarily driven by the pursuit of goals and suggests that hope comes out of a synthesis of two components that are vital for meeting our goals successfully. In scientific literature these components — actually two types of thinking — are called “pathways” and “agency” thinking.

Pathways thinking is the organizational aspect of hope. It grows out of our perceived ability to identify the necessary paths for achieving a desired goal (i.e., how to get from point A to point B). “Agency” thinking drives us along these pathways, and grows out of our perceptions of our ability to use them to achieve our goals (i.e. what compels us to act).

Hope theory is significant because it recognizes the individual as the primary source of the energy and planning that moves us from dreams to desired outcomes. What’s more, it provides an explanation for the fact that in numerous studies, whether or not a person has hope has been shown to play a significant role in whether they produce favorable outcomes from the situations in which they find themselves.

What Hope Does

This research dovetails with other findings that higher levels of hope not only lead to achievement of goals, but an increased sense of wellbeing. According to clinical psychologist Barbara Fredrickson of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, hopefulness is not just a reflection of optimal functioning – it actually produces it, both broadening a person’s mindset so that novel and creative responses are more likely and building resiliency to prepare for the future.

Hope arises precisely within those moments when fear, hopelessness or despair seem most likely.  Perhaps you’ve just lost a job or a relationship, and your future prospects seem grim and your initial reaction is to shut down. But it is in those dark moments that it is most important to turn to hope. Because without hope, we’re much less likely to find a way out.

Developing Your “Hope Muscles”

But what if you’re having trouble finding hope? For most people having hope is like breathing, it just comes naturally and they don’t even have to think about being hopeful. For others, though, it may take some practice. However, like any skill it will get easier and yield better results with time.

So if you’re having trouble believing you can find a way out, here is a way to help you develop your “hope muscles.” Before you start, though, keep in mind that “hope theory” suggests that the quality of a goal—its likelihood of being met—depends on whether one can be reasonably happy and hopeful about the outcome.

Goals that are too easily achieved (like watching television all day) do not lead to developing suitable pathways or require high levels of agency for achieving them and are not likely to lead to happiness. The same is true for those who set unreasonable goals. Snyder believes that goals should be challenging, yet achievable in order to lead to high levels of hope and an ultimate sense of satisfaction and happiness.

With that in mind, here are four steps to help you practice your hope skills:

1)     Set a goal and imagine new opportunities that will allow you to meet it. This is called possibility thinking and is a key to making progress.

2)     Work slowly but steadily toward your goal. (Even if the “new opportunity” mentioned above hasn’t shown up yet!)

3)     Talk with people who seem hopeful about their future, a counselor or a coach. Sometimes you need another perspective to see smart new opportunities and these people are just the ones who will help you find them.

4)     Treat yourself well. Hope flourishes – and everything looks better – when you are taking care of yourself.

The Power of Choosing Hope

The moment you choose to hope it literally opens you up. It removes the blinders of fear and despair and allows you to see the big picture. You become more creative, unleashing and achieving your dreams for the future.

It is inevitable that every one of us will face serious challenges – to our health, to our prosperity, to our sense of wellbeing – in our lifetimes. Whether we’re looking at the world stage or our lives, it’s essential that we choose hope over fear. The more we exercise hope today, the better equipped we’ll be to survive and thrive in our darkest moments. And you know what? It just feels better.

With love and hope,

Stacey

Pulling Back the Curtain: Owning Your Intentions

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

shower curtain

Dearest Pinkies, please welcome Emily Simmer, who posted this beautiful piece to the Posse Blog last week. It felt so universal that we decided it needed to be shared on the mainstage to benefit as many Pinkies as possible. Thank you, Emily – we look forward to hearing more of your wise words as often as you’re willing to share them. Enjoy, Pinkies!

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Happy 2010 Pinkies! I just love the New Year – it’s such a wonderful excuse to let go of old crap and start fresh. Of course, we can all do this anytime we want, and the change of the year is as arbitrary a time as any other, but something about the collective power of everyone starting over together really intensifies the momentum for me. This year I’m not making the traditional resolutions I usually do, because I have become so comfortable with using intentions to make “resolutions” any time I want. I am continually amazed by how effectively this works and how little effort it requires. I guess after hearing over and over that hard work is the only route to success, it has been a challenge for me to trust that something so simple as re-directing my energy could actually be even more efficient.

An Abundance

I am a person with an exceptional amount of energy and passion. I have so many thoughts and desires that it sometimes feels like idea-generating is a full-time job that leaves me no time or wherewithal to actually see anything through. I’m talking everything from “clean out my sock drawer” (repeat for every drawer and shelf in the house) and “read fascinating-sounding book/movie/etc.” to “write a novel” and “open a bakery.” I seem to have near-equal enthusiasm for every intention, no matter how large or small, that flits through my mind. I have always found this overwhelming to a paralyzing degree, this seeming inability to focus or channel this massive yet amorphous drive. I have struggled to find or create some kind of system to help me keep track of all that I want to manifest. The closest I have come to something that works is a page in my journal where I can jot stuff quickly, and go through every so often and cross off what’s done and circle what’s important, and then when the page gets either too full or too messy, I copy the remaining “pressing” items on a new page, and – if I have the inclination – the larger, more back-burner ideas to a ridiculous multi-tabbed Excel spreadsheet that I rarely refer to. Sounds exhausting, I know. It really is. But it gives me some kind of illusion of control, I guess is why I bother.

The Easiest is the Hardest

In doing this, one thing I have started to notice is that really little simple things get stuck on this list for a long time – for example “wash shower curtain liner.” Really. I wonder if this is something others understand or if it sounds crazy? But yes, probably every shower I have taken in the last two months or so I have looked at the grimy liner as I suds up my hair and thought “Ugh. I really need to wash that thing.” And why – you may be wondering – after each of these 60-something showers did I not turn off the water and head immediately to the armoire, grab a clean liner and swap it with the dirty one? I guess other stuff just seemed more immediate and important – I always had something I was rushing off to do, or I just had totally forgotten about it by the time I was dressed. (I tend to lose track of ideas quite easily in the constant swirl within my head, hence my obsession with writing everything down.) But it occurred to me that I had spent say an average of two minutes for each shower berating myself for not being an effective enough person to change a shower curtain liner, plus an additional minute or two here and there each time I saw or copied the words written on my journal page, which all amounted to over two hours of mental energy I poured into something that would take less than two minutes to do!

The Inner Parent

Sounds ridiculous I know. Why didn’t I just do it? The best answer I have is that I have a hundred of these two-minute tasks floating around in my brain, and again, I am so distracted by generating, observing and juggling all my thoughts that I rarely get to the “implement” phase. I know, I don’t quite understand it myself. But I guess it also has to do with the way I was treating the intention, or really myself in relation to the intention. I was applying that old logic of “beating myself up is the only way to get things done,” without realizing that this method was really increasing my resistance, not my drive. I was rebelling against the parent voice in my own head.

Owning Me

I was talking the other night with my husband, who incidentally knows nothing about the Owning Pink community aside from hearing me mention it a few times, but is one of those people who seems to Own Pink as naturally as he breathes. As I shared my frustration about not being able to get things done, he helped me see that I have been resisting what is and trying to be someone I’m not. He suggested that instead of trying to be someone who is linear and organized and focused, that I really “own” – his word, I swear! – unapologetically that I am creative and passionate, and with all these great ideas I have I can find it challenging to keep track of and implement them all. He encouraged me to really pull this in, recognize its marvelous beauty and love myself for it, even laugh about it if I could. It was one of those things that was so obvious I couldn’t believe I was just now getting it, like it had been here next to me the whole time and I had just never looked at it head-on. A giant truth-recognizing grin spread across my face as a whole new relationship with my “to do list” opened up.

Mastering My Intentions

In the shower the next morning, I looked at the gross liner and thought “I am not changing the shower curtain liner! I am really OWNING that I am not changing the shower curtain liner.” And I enjoyed responding to every similar subsequent thought in the same way, so that every “I should clean my sock drawer, I should be writing” was followed by something like “I am powerfully choosing NOT to do that right now.” And suddenly, instantaneously, instead of being the victim of my intentions, I was now their master.

This morning, as I pulled back the curtain and prepared to step into the shower, I looked at the nasty liner and thought, “I am going to change this right now.” And I did. And it took two minutes. And I now have a mass of mental energy I had been devoting to that idea free to devote to other (hopefully more exciting!) intentions. So I guess I do have one New Year’s resolution – whatever I choose to do or not do in the New Year and beyond – to choose it powerfully, to OWN it. Who’s with me?!

Intentionally yours,

Emily

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It’s Still Winter: Owning Stillness

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

P1010717Hey Pinkies,

Joy here. I’m itchy. I’m antsy. I’m out of sorts. I don’t know where to put my energy. I’m ungrounded. Can’t land. I’m sitting in fascination of this unique heartspace, knowing that it is transient and necessary, but until yesterday, I didn’t quite get what it  was.

Taking My Own Advice

For a month or more, I’ve been giving the same speech to clients, to friends, and to fellow Pinkies. Hells, I’ve even written it out. It goes a li’l’ something like this:

It’s winter. Our bodies are in hibernation mode. It’s time to slow down, relax, renew. It’s so ironic that the holiday season has us go-go-going when all our bodies want to do is stop for a few minutes. Honor your body and allow for that rest. Give yourself permission to stop and be in the stillness.

During the month of December, I took my own advice – to a certain extent. I fed myself more, didn’t move around as much, stayed tucked up under blankets with furry creatures and tea, introspected, and withdrew a bit from the world.

Not So Fast

Little did I know, though, that I was still going. While my body may not have been in constant motion, my energy certainly was. I had an early January deadline to turn in a final project for school. There were powerful intentions to be set for the coming year, and room to be cleared in my soul and in my space, and the next phase of life to plot.

New Year’s Eve was spent cleaning, clearing and burning sage in anticipation of the new. Then, after spending last week adding the finishing touches to my project, I turned it in this week. A year’s worth of work complete and out of my hands at last.

So Why Don’t I Feel Free?

Yesterday, I spoke to one of my teachers. I told her about the strange feeling I was experiencing – not at all the giant exhale of “everything’s fine now” I had been expecting, but rather this odd combination of emptiness and restlessness. A displaced energy. A wanting and needing to move forward coupled with a sense that I’m not doing or accomplishing anything. (Plus, despite all the intentions and plans, I don’t even really know what to do.)

She said, “For the past year, you’ve been moving toward something, and now that something is behind you.” She went on to invite me to stop – really stop – and acknowledge this. To be with the feeling, and just to be. She reminded me (like I’ve been reminding everyone) that it is natural to pause. Invited me to go outside and take in what she called the “specific beauty” of a winter garden – see how necessary it is to rest in order to regenerate. Though everything and everyone else appears to be ramping back up, it is, in fact, still winter, and I’ve only just now stopped.

My Time To Pause

The profound forward motion of the past year, the planning and revving, and this week’s return of people to town, to work, and to life, all gave me the sense that I should be part of the rush. I thought I had taken my break with the rest of the world in December. I thought I had slowed with the waning of the days, and that now it was time to wake back up. I thought.

However, despite what I’d believed so firmly up until 24 hours ago, the New Year does not necessarily equate with new beginnings or renewed energy. Not for everyone. Certainly not for me. It’s still winter, and the days are still dark. And only now have I been given a moment to pause. No wonder I feel so out of sync.

So, I am finally taking my own advice and owning the stillness. Just for a little while, I’m going to allow myself to stop avidly pursuing what I’m not yet ready to live, and haven’t even necessarily identified (not with my whole being anyway).

Where Does the New Year Find You?

So with this decade still in its infancy, I wonder, have you paused to notice how much of the natural world is still at rest? Do you feel in harmony with this, or has the New Year brought with it a sense of renewed energy for you? Are you, like me, feeling a bit skewed, or skipping energetically amidst the still-wilted flowers?

Wherever you are, it’s all good – and don’t worry, you won’t be getting any more speeches on the topic from me.

Patiently waiting in the pause,

Joy

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Mojo Monday Exercise: Write the Vision of Your Ideal Life As Though It’s Already Happening

Monday, September 28th, 2009

bw_writingHey Pinksters,

Happy Mojo Monday. Joy here today. I unearthed something most incredible from an old journal today. An artifact from an existence that feels like lifetimes ago, when actually less than a year has passed. On October 6, 2008, I sat in a coffee shop during my lunch break at work and wrote the following in my journal:

I am so extraordinarily grateful to the universe and to myself for having granted this year to devote entirely to my spirituality, creativity, and coaching practice – as well as the means for frequent travel, art classes, etc. I have been able to sleep until fully rested each day, meditate in the quiet of my home and nature for an hour a day, paint, cook, shop, explore, walk with my dog, read, write, visit San Francisco, hang out in coffee shops, visit campus early in the mornings to view the rising mist filtering the golden sun, observe, appreciate, be slow, still, patient, and present.

I feel no obligation to be anywhere but where my heart wishes to be. I immerse myself fully into my coaching training with ample time to focus on the coursework and give 100% of myself to it. On colder days I spend time in front of the fire and in my office engaged in the work of my heart, whatever it may be that day. More and more, my office is beginning to resemble me and become an extension of my soul filled with art, smells and objects that bring peace and comfort to me and all who enter.

I spend weeks and weekends at retreats at Esalen and Spirit Rock and am meeting others who have helped me expand my reach. I am learning from Buddhist gurus, have heard many dharma talks in the area. Penny (my dog) is cared for and loved while I am away and is my best friend and companion on my days spent at or near home.

I am healthy as always – only healthier because I have time to shop for and prepare fresh, organic, delicious food. I visit my sister in DC more frequently and watch my nephew grow. I spend weeks in Florida with my mom. I accompany Matt (partner) on conferences in exciting places that I’ve always wanted to visit and some that I didn’t even realize I needed to see. I am more in touch with this glorious planet than I ever have been and view everything with the awe and amazement that I intended to experience when I choose to incarnate.

I am increasingly excited about coaching and cannot wait to share the wealth of wisdom I have amassed this year with my clients – as well as to learn from them. I spend ample moments in quiet reflection and gratitude and reception of messages from the universe. I become the conduit of wisdom I know I was meant to be and employ my gift of writing to convey these messages. I make an easy and abundant living from this work, made all the more possible by the year I was given to become my biggest and most receptive self, not obliged to anyone or anything for my living.

I am so thankful and filled with joy and excitement for what is to come this year is merely the beginning of an extraordinary, extraordinary and beautiful existence driven by intention and openness and miracles that I will strive to recognize and acknowledge every single day.

At the time, it was a stretch

Now, though it was written in the present tense, was this remotely the life I was living a year ago? Hells no. Had I chronicled my days back then, my journal would have looked more like the following:

Get up at 6 am. Walk to work through gorgeous scenery I’d give anything to spend more time in, but can’t, so don’t bother paying attention. Spend day in airless office feeling empty, purposeless, bored, stressed, and guilty about pets left at home. Always watch clock: be prompt, don’t take too long for lunch, leave at 5 on the nose. Surf internet and eat lots of candy. Walk home. Once a week run out to painting/meditation/other class that is meager attempt at enrichment. More pet abandonment guilt. Over-borrow on vacation time to visit family and entertain friends. More guilt. Resent boyfriend for “talking me into” buying house we could only afford with my salary. Pine for weekends. Resent pets/boyfriend/house obligations for not allowing for more adventure when the weekends did arrive. Kick self for spending weekend “getting life in order” instead of fleeing to wine country or Big Sur. Spend Sunday evening dreading Monday …

And so forth. You get the picture. My life now? Let’s just say that I am doing and experiencing, oh, 85% of the first scenario. I don’t remember the last time I resented someone, felt constrained or obligated, and had anything but joy and appreciation for the work I do. Sure, some endeavors have not yet been realized – like the exotic travel and jewelry-making classes. However, that’s not due to deprivation or a lack of means or possibility … it’s actually because there is so much other amazing stuff filling my days that I’ve had to park those few items on the bucket list for now. I wake up (slightly!) later, for reasons that make me WANT to throw off the covers. I meditate for almost an hour most days, which in itself has been completely transformative. I spend time with my pooch. I walk. I write. I coach. I cook. I field trip to San Fran all the time (AND get to spend days in the breathtaking landscape of OP headquarters in Marin – there are all sorts of little bonuses like this). I take in the astounding miracles of nature all around me. I make my own hours. I connect. I’m inspired. I’m meeting phenomenal people who are proving to me that I can – and will – do whatever I want. I am inspired not only by Buddhists but manymanymany other gurus whom I didn’t even realize existed a year ago. Mine is an “extraordinary, extraordinary and beautiful existence driven by intention and openness and miracles.”

Surely you jest …

Really? Could it be that easy? Does life really align itself around intentions made real by writing them into existence? There’s only one way to find out, I suppose. So, Pinkies, my Mojo Monday invitation to you is to simply – very, very simply – do this:

  1. Grab a notebook and pen.
  2. Sit in a place that inspires you (incidentally, I wrote the above in a coffee shop in which I hoped to spend lots more time during my year of freedom … when it came down to it, though, my preference was to spend lots more time in my lovely house on the hill – one that, despite the Pleap [pink leap of faith] I took last spring extricating myself from the soul-deadening job, we can still miraculously afford).
  3. Write the story of your dream life as if it’s already happening. Too overwhelming? Write out your ideal day. What time would you get up? How would you spend the morning? What does the sun look like coming through the window as you sip your … actually, what are you sipping? With whom will you spend your days? What does your heart call you to do?
  4. Now put it away. You don’t have to believe it will happen, be hopeful, cheerful, or expectant (goodness knows I wasn’t). All you have to do is be clear.

If you feel inspired, please share it with us, Pinkies.

Waiting for you on this side of the miracle,

Joy