This strange expression has been made popular by poet, David Whyte, who heard it first from a monk, counselling him during a bad bout of professional burnout.
It seems cruel, doesn’t it, to be told to put some elbow-grease into it, at a time we are so tired, we literally can’t think straight?
How does wholeheartedness cure exhaustion?
We feel exhausted, we become exhausted, when we pursue conflicted goals. We become like the mouse in a maze with cheese to the left and cheese to the right. Deary me – which way to go? It is the dithering that is exhausting. Or being greedy and trying to get both lots of cheese at the same time.
We feel relaxed and at ease when we make up our minds about what we want to do
We have a heap of expressions for the sensation of getting moving.
- We cross the Rubicon (from which there was no turning back as Ceasar and his troops marched on Rome).
- The universe conspires to help us (Who said that? It means that suddenly it is easy to do what seemed hard only moments ago. And that people seem to go out of their way to help you.)
- Our path opens up as we take the first step (Paulo Coelho tweeting on Saturday). The path only becomes possible when we are totally committed to moving forward. Totally committed – with no reservations.
Clarity of goals generates energy – moving toward a goal multiplies energy
Action becomes so easy and so natural. ‘Getting things done’ is not the issue – it is never the issue.
Setting goals is the issue. Making up our minds is the hard part.
Do you know what you want?
Until we can distill our goals to a set that our smallish inefficient memories can remember (3 and at the most 5), we dither, and we wear ourselves out.
But is what you want, right?
You do know, I hope, that we become impossible when we pursue goals. The dithering mouse turns into a juggernaut trampling over everyone and everything.
We must make sure that our goals are the right goals.
More this evening . . .
Postscript: Tuesday 15 September 2009
@paulocoelho: Cloning Confucius: a bird sings because he has a song, not because he has an answer
Do have a look at the rhyme added by Whappen in the comments.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done & he did it.
I’ve found this a very helpful little rhyme – although I mostly do the singing on the inside!
Whappen, that’s terriific!
It’s a sort of Victorian motto of diligence, isn’t it.
How about,
As he started to sing, he tackled the thing, that couldn’t be done and he did it!
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