Driving North
At the pool this morning, everyone’s talking about how cold it is. All this snow…almost March…winter again…thought we’d seen the last of it.
Gary tells me that when he first moved from the west coast to Northern Saskatchewan, he had to learn a whole new way of driving.
There are no roads, that far North, which means all their supplies have to be flown in by air.
It’s only in the winter that the lakes freeze over enough to form ice roads, on which transport trucks can drive. So in the winter, they truck in all their major supplies.
“You learn not to wear seat belts,” he says, “because if the truck breaks through the ice, you have just seconds to get out.
“And you always drive with the driver’s-side door open. If the ice gives way, the door gives you a few seconds’ head start, and some purchase for your feet, before you hit the water.”
Child of the tropics that I am, I shudder at the thought of living in an environment that feels as foreign and inhospitable to me as the far side of the moon.
And I marvel at the ways in which we humans adapt.
That which offers us safety and protection in lower latitudes-closed truck doors, seat belts-becomes a deadly trap in the North.
And I wonder: Where is my business’s North right now?
Where have conditions changed, so that what was once helpful and evolutionary, now cuts me off from life and freedom?
I see this with clients whose businesses have arrived at a major threshold-a lake, a pond, a river bank.
North.
That which carried them to their present success cannot get them across the river, to the far bank.
A new pattern awaits them on the other side.
To drive across that ice-road, they must open the driver’s-side door; unbuckle that seat belt.
Then, take a deep breath, and drive.
How about you? Where is your business’s North, right now?
What qualities will help you make the passage safely, to this new home?
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Fear is my North. And my ooooold patterns that were trying to protect myself.
I’m learning to distinguish the older, quieter, thrumming, repetitive affirmations of my heart, away from the large, noisy, VOCAL cast of characters inside my head that are trying to Oh Dear God Please Get It Right.
There are a couple of very wise voices but most of the others are just various forms of dealing with various fears. And they scrabble for power and try to run the whole show and scare me or beat me into doing things their way.
It’s exhausting. They all have useful jobs to serve, but it’s only recently that I’m starting to give myself permission to not be afraid of them (they’re just a pack of cards!) so I can work out what those jobs might be.
Taking my crown back and owning my Queenery. Oh my goodness I think it’s called Growing Up. Or maybe just growing.
Whatever it is, I like it.
And dear Hiro, all your wise words are astoundingly good support. (After all, I’m only so vocal in less-helpful-ways because it’s WORDS that really speak to my heart in more-helpful way).
With much gratitude, and a CS Lewis quote which I love.
xx
To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said
‘I’ve a sceptre in hand, I’ve a crown on my head.
Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be,
Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.’