Peace

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Find comfort in the silence,
Slow things down and take your time,
Find ways to ignore to noise you hear,
Find peace within your mind.

Close your eyes and hear the wind blow,
Feel the sun upon your face,
Find yourself a calmer shore,
And dwell within that place.

Ignore the waves, you see around,
Hear the waters reach the shore,
For it’s what we choose to see and hear,
That makes our experience even more.

Celebrate the day that’s done,
And set your mind at ease,
Take a breath and rest your feet a while,
Give yourself time to be at peace.

Look up and see the stars above,
Get lost within their light,
Draw another deep, long breath,
And know you’ll be alright.

Find comfort in the universe,
That’s unfolding as it should,
Rest and know, you’ve done your best today,
And it’s all that anyone could.

Be patient with what tomorrow brings,
It will come in its own time,
And when you rise and life begins,
No doubt that you’ll be fine.

So close your eyes, and sleep tonight,
And wash away your sorrow,
Take strength in knowing, you’re not alone,
And you’ll start again tomorrow.

For the strength it takes each day… to be grateful… to set aside worry… and to find peace in silence.

-CJG 01/26/2017

My Time “Making Homes Affordable”

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It seemed like such a good idea at the time… I have a problem, what should I do?  Get help!  Yeah, that’s it. Get. Help.  From an expert.  Someone who knows… stuff.  Stuff I don’t know, because I’m a commoner, a layman, I wear the clothing of the ‘average’ tribe… and, well, I’m just not that damn special.  I haven’t been to the crucible of where this knowledge is kept, it’s not on my Dora the Explorer map in my backpack… in my backpack… in my BACKPACK! (Dora… for God’s sake, how many times must you be reminded?  Idiot.  You suck at exploring, which, as an “explorer”, isn’t a compliment.).

In any case, I made the brave and courageous effort today to seek help with my mortgage refinance.  It would seem that the hardships we experienced last year put us in a position where conventional approaches are not going to help, so we need to pull out the big guns, ask the experts, explore the backroads, talk to our actual lenders… and essentially brace ourselves for the financial equivalent of a lower GI examination.  Ok, whatever, sure.  Why not?  Can we cover a prostate exam while you’re in there?  Two for the price of one?  Ok, maybe a bit much… but you get the point.  I hate this shit.

Ok, I know a little bit about this thing called math.  I’ve been doing it since some teacher forced me to use a pencil and solve stuff.  I know there are people who are better at it than me, but I’ve taken quite a bit of it through the course of my education, which means most of those people are…to me… weenies and math nerds… and they can just shut up and go live somewhere where non-Euclidian geometry actually matters.  I am an American dammit… we say “fuck you metric system”/rest of THE WORLD and we’re proud of it.  If I wasn’t a damn engineer, I would’ve happily avoided all those conversions altogether…I know a kilometer is shorter than a mile, a meter is shorter than a yard (wait, it’s the other way around…? Shit)… forget it, don’t ask me about kilograms and pounds… I don’t plan to live in Canada anyway…(though Toronto is beautiful and eclectic).  Europe… that’s a long flight.  Wait, I’m off track aren’t I?  Oops.

The point is that I’ve looked at my financial situation about 100 ways, I’ve tracked out my expenses at a detailed level for the last year, I have a pretty good idea what the income and expenses look like under the new regime of my current job, and the math doesn’t work out.  Not for a while anyway, then it will get corrected in a big way, and then we’ll be fine.  The problem is really getting between now and then, and it’s too tight, and a big reason it’s too tight is our mortgages… well and college… there’s that… but that’s a different thing, and I might as well plan a mission to mars while I’m looking for that kind of cash flow.

So, back to the person with the rubber gloves, I mean help line.  I looked up the government’s “Making Homes Affordable” site.  These are the guys.  The people.  The honchos.  Those in the know.  The people will all the keys to all the doors, notwithstanding those that have been privatized… damn corporations and capitalism.  Wait, wrong topic.  Ok, the government.  They’re here to help.  Good news!  That’s what I wanted to hear.  The helpline is out there 24×7, in 170 languages, no less.  This shit makes me want to call and go for the most obscure language imaginable, just to see what happens… like, where every third word requires you to clear your throat, belch, spit, or make a sound only audible to 2% of the world’s population.  THAT 170th language….  Gimme that… with a few vocal clicks and a dance in the middle of each sentence.  Of course, they could pick up that line, start clicking, dancing, and spitting… and I’d be like… oh shit, how do I respond to this and not insult the person on the other end of the line?  Seems SO worth the trip though… I’m never gonna visit THAT country, wherever the hell it is.  Even Dora isn’t gonna try that one.  You’d never be able to repeat the directions three times and expect it to work out.  A linguistic and phonetic nightmare… wrapped up in dance and clicking sounds.  Wait… shit.  I’m off topic again.  Sorry.

Yeah, so I dialed in.  I pressed “1”.  English.  Not the screwed up British version with the “our” thing… color is spelled like this people… Save the letters.  Save the paper.  Save the trees.  I didn’t realize it till now, but maybe the British just hate the environment for all those extra letters.  It’s not that I hate tea, I just prefer coffee… Why can’t they just… oh crap, off track again.  Sorry.  I choose the language, then tell the system what type of problem I have so they can direct my call accordingly… yep, “2” – I need help with refinancing.

After hearing my call will be recorded, I am transferred to a nice person who introduces herself as “Nicole”.  Now, I just changed Nicole’s name, because… you know… there’s probably only one “Nicole” doing this stuff in the first place, and I don’t want her to feel bad.

You know, it could just be me, but whenever I call somewhere and the first thing I hear is that my call will be recorded, it makes me wonder what the hell is coming next.  Like… what kind of bullshit, crappy experience is waiting for me, that they’re recording this for “quality assurance” reasons.  This has nothing to do with “quality”, people.  This is so I hear that little message and try to contain my frustration, no matter what kind of ridiculous poor service is about to be delivered over the call.  That’s why it’s there.  It’s like the service provider is saying, “We know you are about to get pissed off.  We get it.  But please be aware… we’re recording this shit.  If you allow your frustration to get the better of you, and you unload on the person doing a terrible job servicing your needs… we’re going to take this recording, and we’re going to call your mother… and she’s gonna hear that potty mouth of yours, and YOU’RE the one who’s gonna be in trouble then.”  Yep, it’s more like that.  Totally.

So, Nicole introduces herself and asks me to explain the situation.    I then proceed to explain the situation.  I lost my job.  We struggled.  I’ve looked at the numbers.  They don’t add up.  The conventional mortgage route seems blocked.  We need help figuring this out.  Take that, add five minutes to provide the necessary context, and you’re pretty much caught up.

Nicole thanks me and says, “Ok, I should tell you a little bit about our service…” and proceeds to read me the headline-level boiler plate description of what the program is, that it’s free, and that she can connect me with a credit counselor, who can assist me once I provide a couple pieces of information on myself and the property of interest.  Wait.  What?  You’re not the counselor?  Who the fuck are you and why did you answer the phone?  And, for that matter, why did you just ask me what the situation was if you aren’t the person who is going to do anything to help me?  Are you literally a person who reads me a description of the service itself, gets my consent to continue, and transfers the call?  Yep, that sounds like the US Government at work.  I’m at the DMV… but on the phone.  One person to tell me where the person who is actually working sits.  That’s a job.  A job from which you basically can’t get fired.  Efficiency at its finest.

Ok, Nicole gives me a little secret code number and transfers my call.  I am forced to listen to a two-minute disclaimer on my privacy and… well, I don’t know really.  I checked out at the two second mark, having filed the message under “legal, CYA bullshit” and moved on.  A nice lady named Dora picks up (no her name wasn’t “Dora”, but I have issues with Dora, so it should be fine to lump this situation on her…).  Actually, that’s not fair.  Let’s go with “Flo”, like that annoying woman from the Progressive commercials.  Oh my god.  Her.  Yes.  Her.  Take Flo, age her 50 years.  That.  That’s the person who picked up my call.

I knew we were in trouble immediately.  Flo first asked me to confirm that I heard the disclaimer/privacy thing… um… yeah, sure… 100%… totally… memorized that shit…. and then asked me for the little secret five number code given to me by Nicole, I gave it, and she came back that she needed me to repeat it, because I went a little too fast for her to hear me.  Oh God.  We’re in trouble on step 1: the Transfer of the Call.  This may not be good.

Well, Flo asked me the situation and I proceeded to basically retell the entire story I had told to Nicole… but now for the person meant to actually help me address the problem.  At last, someone who can jump in the boat and row with me.  Finally.  I finished explaining the situation, along with the type of modifications I believe I need at this point, and Flo explains that we need to go through some questions so she can prepare the necessary financial plan to give me options and sound advice.  I think it was something like that, but I don’t have the note card she was reading off of, so I’m not 100% sure.  I do know that nothing I heard had anything to do with what I had just said.  I guess this was round 2 of “let the consumer air out their frustration so they can be productive once we start really discussing the problem.”  Clearly nothing I said went anywhere but into the ether… and I’m pretty sure Flo didn’t get any of it.

I should pause to note that writing about this experience won’t and can’t do it justice for minimally one reason alone: the reader has the benefit of being able to read at their own pace, and that’s bullshit and unfair.  To really share in this experience, you should have to read through blurry reading glasses that are partially covered in gook, forcing you to re-read sections over and over again, while half asleep, so your comprehension is extremely limited.  Reading at a normal pace is nowhere near the slow, deliberate, applesauce-eating, idiot-level complexity the actual discussion used.  I felt like I was driving the Eisenhower to downtown Chicago in the middle of rush hour… and moving more slowly, which is really saying something.

Flo and I proceeded to spend the next hour and forty minutes going through her survey questions, talking about the properties, our income, our assets, our expenses, liabilities, etc. etc.  Thank goodness, I had all my information at my fingertips because, you know, that part about I did the math already.

So, at one or two points Flo asks about what I’m doing with Kathy and I’m reminded how people seem to want to weigh in on how I’m handling my divorce and the associated arrangements.  I found the most polite way I could to remind her we were having a financial and not a morality discussion and I’d rather we focus on ways to make the math work, because I honestly don’t give a damn what anyone thinks about how I choose to support my family.  If I’m stupid, the good news is I’m the guy paying for it, so I can live with those choices.  In the meantime, focus Flo… focus.

Flo takes the numbers I have in my cash flow analysis spreadsheet, transfers them into her system and verifies that… yes… the math doesn’t work.  Wonderful!  Awesome.  An hour and a half of watching paint dry to get here, but we’ve reached the summit and now the eternal wisdom of the informed can be bestowed upon me.  Finally.  After almost two fucking hours (sorry mom, but that’s the deal).  I should mention that, in the middle of the question and answer period, Flo did ask if I had ever been bankrupt.  With the amount of fatigue and annoyance I already had in the 2 mph paced conversation, I went with “Not yet…” and laughed.  Nothing.  Crickets.  Tumbleweed… and somehow I was stupid enough to be surprised that Flo didn’t get it.  Clearly she missed her electroshock session today, and I should’ve seen that at the start of the call.  Made me repeat a five digit code like it was 100 digits of Pi…  Two seconds in.

Ok, so Flo tells me about the company she works for, and reminds me about the services they provide.  Gotcha.  Roger.  Heard that at the open, but the reminder is totally good.  What you got?  Flo then tells me that, in the event of being late more than 90 days after a few months, mortgage companies can initiate foreclosure proceedings (no, I don’t know why she jumped there), and it would normally be 10-14 months before that plays out, but there’s a backlog in Illinois, and you’d have basically between 24-27 months in the house before anything would happen.

Hang on Flo.  What’s the recommendation?  Well… upon careful consideration… in reviewing our “financial platform”… (not sure where that expression came from, because right now I don’t think that “platform” can support us)… Flo recommended that we continue to pay our monthly bills and look for ways to reduce expenses moving into the future.

Wait.  WHAT?  “Pay our bills?”, I asked, “With what money?”   I quickly assessed the value of waiving my standing rule on being respectful to one’s elders, recorded call be damned… and held back.  She had just confirmed that, when considering escrow and other things, we are theoretically in a negative position, something I said at the outset… the math doesn’t add up Dora… the math doesn’t add up… the math doesn’t add up… Bennie’s barn.  Swiper, no swiping.  The map.  Well, she may as well have been Dora, because I did say that at least three times over the couple hours and obviously she needed to see it in her own spreadsheet to tell me something I knew before calling.  That being said, her advice, as a counselor was to keep paying on a negative cash position… which, in financial terms, is fucking idiotic.  Well, actually, given the US Government spends money they don’t have, maybe I just need to consider the source and understand why the economics of that don’t seem ridiculous and impractical to the person offering the advice… from their perspective, that math DOES work… I’m the idiot.

In any case, Flo seemed content to go with that “option”, let me know that I’d get a copy of the report and recommendations in email and the actual mail, and moved to wrapping it up.  Hmm.  We missed something I think.  “Wait, what about trying to get modifications on the two loans?”  I asked, wondering if we were going to touch on the reason I called in the first place… two hours into this structured fiasco.  “Well, you can certainly talk to your lenders, but I’d recommend that you continue to pay your bills, starting with your property obligations, and then see what you can do to adjust your expenses.”  It was at this point that I realized Flo is probably a confederate of the lenders, sent here to discourage me from trying to fix the situation at all.  Ok Flo, if that’s how you want to play it…

Flo switched to wrap up mode and asked if I found the call helpful.  “No.”  Would I recommend the service to a friend with a similar situation.  “No.”  On a scale of 1-5, 5 being the most… “1.”  She politely said she was sorry that the discussion was not satisfying and asked what my primary concern was.   At that point, I was so flabbergasted at the ineffectiveness of the entire thing that I just said I hadn’t learned anything I didn’t already know and came away with no viable options to address my home financing beyond ‘paying my mortgage’, which obviously was an issue or I never would’ve called in the first place… but it’s all good, and I appreciated her time.  At the end of the call, I was acutely aware that I knew more about the situation and the options than my “counselor”, and I didn’t want to spend another minute trying to explain why the last two hours were a total waste of time.  Thank God that call was being recorded for “quality” purposes.

Overall, the best I can say about today’s experience is that I can laugh about it, because to think on the futility of reaching out for help, explaining the situation multiple times, sharing all the information required by the process, just to hear “march on, soldier boy!”… my alternative reaction wouldn’t be as productive.

For those considering use of the helpline: I hope your experience is better than mine… perhaps it was just poor luck, alignment of the planets, mercury in retrograde, full moon… no idea.  It didn’t work, but I’m glad I tried, because otherwise I would have to think about the possibility that maybe I didn’t exhaust all the avenues available before making the choices we now need to make.  It’s possible I’ve still missed something and there’s a solution to be found, but for today, I’d give Dora a better shot of finding her way to the desired destination…

-CJG 01/07/2017

Reflections on 2016

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Where do I start?  I don’t know.  How about this?  I don’t have an end in mind.   I don’t have the answer.  I know about as much as this: I’m on a different path than where I was a year agoMuch different.  I don’t know where the road I’m on leads.  It’s unsettling and it’s exciting at the same time.  Hopefully that doesn’t sound fatalistic, it’s not meant to.

When we’re in our 20s, we’re pretty convinced we have all the answers and know everything…and maybe that’s a good thing, because we’re starting out as adults and trying to carve our path into the jungle of life, and it takes a somewhat fearless confidence to tackle the many things that are new and unexperienced in that period of time.  Today, it feels like I mostly have questions… I don’t expect the road to be straight, quite the opposite.  I don’t believe there’s a “destination” so much as periods of time in our lives and the transitions between them.  In thinking about this article, I wasn’t looking or expecting to share something profound or unique or necessarily insightful.  The goal was simply to relate some of the experience, both to share part of what I took out of this part of the journey, as well as to give myself a chance to reflect and try to find my own balance and peace with what occurred over the last 12 months.

In overall terms for 2016… It was a difficult year.  It was a great year.  It was discouraging.  It restored my hope and proved my faith.  It tested my patience to the limit.  It helped me become more patient.  It kicked my ass.  It made me a LOT stronger.  It challenged me.  It gave me perspective.  It was very unhealthy, yet I took my health and wellness to a level I never have before.  I jumped in.  I held back.  I leaned in and allowed myself to care.  I stepped back and walked away.  It was a study in duality… in contrasts… very significant ones.  It was wonderful.  It was agonizing.  I was at my center.  I was completely lost.  I saw people at their best.  I saw them at their worst.  I saw compassion.  I experienced callousness and apathy.  I kept others safe from harm.  I was in harm’s way.  I was proud.  I was ashamed.  I rejoiced.  I cried.  I struggled.  I overcame.

That’s a lot of contrasts to offer as a starting point… I understand that, but that was also the last year.  I can think of things that relate to everything in that list.  In most cases, many things.  Where they are unpleasant, that’s not something to feel very good about, but that’s just how things went.

It’s tempting to reflect on 2016 and say “we survived it”, but I don’t really feel like that’s the right message to summarize the experience.  It was an absolutely brutal year in terms of adversity, no question about it.  It was scary in every way it could be at times, and I characterized it as an “existential threat” at one point given how deep the hole I was in felt.  In retrospect, however, to acknowledge that also requires a nod to the reality that we overcame and survived the challenges we faced… and it’s something for which we have to be very thankful.  We walked on the edge of a razor, for a long time, but we also came out the other side relatively unscathed.  What we gave up, we can get back in time.  We retained the things we care the most about, and that means we were extremely successful despite the tradeoffs made.

Given that I don’t want this article to become unbearably long, I’ll focus on four aspects of 2016 that were significant and hopefully that will cover the “80%” that matters the most: Being healthy, Acting on beliefs, Making a professional transition, and Living an engaged life.  Perhaps some of this will resonate with others, maybe none of it will at all… it’s my experience and my perspective on it.  The nice thing about getting a little older is that I realize some of these impressions may be ones I see differently at some point in the future… our vantage point in life is so often determined by our present circumstance and environment and I don’t see it as revisionist history if we come back and see events in our life in a new light once we’ve move forward and take a second look.  Time can always provide perspective, when our goal is greater self-awareness and understanding.  Perhaps I’ll read this a year from today and see it all differently.  I don’t know… but hopefully I will have learned more getting to that point, and it won’t matter if I was completely wrong about something I’m saying today.

Being healthy

The simplest and best place to start is in terms of health for two reasons: it was entirely within my control and I did something fundamentally good for myself that made the year manageable.

In late 2015, through the inspiration of a fitness-minded friend, I started daily exercise that ran all the way through mid-November, where I completed 365 days of consecutive workouts, something I would’ve never thought possible.  I lost as much as 39 pounds at the lowest point, averaging somewhere around 35 for most of the last several months, and I got myself in the best shape I’ve been in, possibly in my entire life.  When I started, I didn’t think losing 25 pounds would be possible, I went way beyond that mark, and stayed there for a long duration.  There was also a period where I walked over 5 miles a day for roughly 90 days straight.  More than the workouts, I also significantly changed my diet, eliminating unhealthy foods, drinking pop, overeating, and generally got disciplined about everything.  I was also able to do so without compromising the foods that I enjoy, because the sustainability of what I was doing for my health was a paramount concern from day one.  I didn’t want to provide a short-term focus (albeit a year), do things I generally found unpleasant, and then slip right back into the wrong behaviors once I had completed the task.

So, there’s a difference between how I opened this part of the story versus what I just shared.  I didn’t start with why being healthy was important in terms of losing weight, getting stronger, or eliminating parts of an unhealthy diet, because those were the less important of the outcomes of what being healthy did for me in 2016.  Giving priority to my health gave me a sense of control and something to feel good about at a time when I otherwise felt out of control and sometimes very depressed about other things going on in my life.  I fundamentally believe that the reduced amount of stress I experienced, the optimism I felt, and the grounding I was somewhat able to maintain was a byproduct of the fact that I was taking care of myself.  It’s also worth noting that, over the course of the year of my workouts, I wasn’t sick once (save a few minor workout-related injuries, which is different), which is very unusual for me.  Had I not been exercising daily, taking those walks (where I always make time to pray and meditate), and focusing on my overall wellness, the challenges that came over the course of the year would have been a LOT more difficult to handle.  On my worst days, when I felt the most down, I used that frustration, sadness, and so on to motivate and drive myself to work out harder, to push myself a little more, and to tell myself that, no matter what else happened in a given day, I wasn’t going to compromise the things I could do to take care of myself.  It mattered and was one of the best things I did over the course of the year.

Heading into 2017, since completing the 365 day challenge, I’ve slipped off that level of consistency and moved back to the 25 pound line, which is certainly better than where I had originally been, but isn’t something with which I’m satisfied.  What I learned is how important being healthy is.  What I want to do in 2017 is figure out an approach that gives me a little more flexibility and variety, while still keeping me in a good state of wellness overall (physically and mentally).  Doing the same thing I did for a year feels like a “last year” thing now, and so I want to move forward and try something new… what that is, I don’t know, but I have a few ideas and it’s a matter of getting focused and started.  The clock is ticking and I know the amount of change ahead of me will require me to be on top of my health again… no question about it.

Acting on beliefs

With regard to this topic, I’ll share two statements about character that I remember from high school:
–          “If you don’t stand for something, you’ll stand for anything” – and –
–          “The highest compliment you can be paid is to be said to have the courage of your convictions

In both cases, the words resonated with me in terms of having beliefs and standing behind them, which is probably why they have stayed with me for roughly thirty years since.

Beyond that, these are some fundamental beliefs I have:

I believe our character is tested and shows up when times are challenging.  It’s easy in my experience for anyone to look good when conditions are favorable, but the strong among us tend to emerge when things aren’t going well.  They are the people who step in and engage, who seek to make a difference.  That may not always be in a positive way, I should add, but the point is that the average crowd seems to include a lot of spectators and very few capable speakers.  Adversity is the litmus test for character.  Some are eager to deny their individual role and accountability, assign blame for the conditions to someone else, or step aside and leave problem solving to others.  In the case of the passive observer, my opinion is that they can do harm or good, depending on who is actually at the proverbial microphone, leading the discourse at such times.  If the prevailing direction isn’t a good one, it’s important to have people willing to stand up, raise a hand, and ask questions to avoid things heading in a worse direction from where they may be.  It takes courage and a willingness to go against the grain, which is difficult.  This is why character is so important.  We are defined in those moments: what we choose to do, what we choose to say, how we choose to engage… all of which fundamentally involve choice.

I believe we are defined by our actions, not our words. Again, I’ve known many people who talk a great game and can say all the right things, both personally and professionally, but then are nowhere to be found when leadership and action are needed or, worse yet, who act in direct contradiction of the words they maintain as their somewhat crafted and marketed public persona.  The latter of the two honestly disgusts me, and there’s no real way to make that sound pleasant because of the next point I’ll make on integrity.  If I had to choose between people who talk about doing the right thing, but do nothing when the opportunity presents itself and those who actually do harm while suggesting they are doing good… it’s not really even a contest.  That being said, I’ve also been blessed to meet and know people who do step in and take action in defense and service of others or of the greater good in difficult times.  People who say what needs to be said, do what needs to be done, who throw themselves into the fray and accept the consequences of their choices, and choose to be a part of the solution.  I have always been an action-oriented person, and I suppose that’s why I’ve always had such a high degree of respect for people I see as participants versus spectators or combatants.  Consequently, it’s taken a lot of time and focus to try and improve my ability to deal effectively with people I see in the latter category, because almost inevitably, my sense of values and commitment to doing the right thing will tend to cause friction with people I see as putting others in harm’s way.

The reality is that the world we live in has threats, but not everything warrants intervention, and picking battles is something I’ve spent a lot of time trying to be more deliberate about, because despite the fact that I am not conflict avoidant, I hate conflict.  That is a difficult concept for some who know me to understand, because I will jump into the fray as and when I believe necessary, but I find the discord and strife very unsettling, and I generally don’t want to be a part of it.  I’d prefer that people just get along and not have to participate in the conflict at all… the problem is that someone needs to be willing to stand up for what they believe is right or take up the defense of others, and I believe those are fights worth fighting.

I believe integrity matters and it defines us.  I’d love to be able to say I’ve always been 100% honest.  I haven’t.  That being said, I’ve also been burned by the mistakes I’ve made badly enough and enough times that I have a very difficult time not being 100% honest today.  That said, there’s a big difference between being honest and being “right”, and I understand that distinction.  To me, having integrity is largely about being true to our beliefs, meaning what we say, saying what we mean, and standing behind those words, regardless of the audience.  If we can say something in one conversation, that version of our “truth” shouldn’t be any different when a different audience is present.  Speaking our truth, though, shouldn’t get in the way of being receptive and open to other points of view and being willing to acknowledge when we are wrong, and there is a significant amount of integrity to be found there as well.  Yes, it can take strength to present one’s views honestly in a difficult situation, but it can take even more courage at times to admit when you’re wrong… and that’s not always easy when the stakes are high.  The best thing I can say about being transparent and having high standards in terms of integrity is that it actually makes life a lot easier.  Maintaining alternate forms of truth seems pretty complex, time consuming, and stressful from my perspective, and it’s amazing how easy it is to answer questions and discuss things as many times as may be required when you’ve never “made something up” in the process.

Finally, I believe we shouldn’t be measured by what we have, but what we give, and what we do in service of others. It could be that this is a matter of mental self-preservation right now, given the challenges that came with losing my job in 2016, but ultimately I leaned in and invested in helping others despite the significant challenges we faced.  I don’t regret those choices, they are part of what I feel the best about, but they came with their own form of stress at times.  The time it will also take to dig out from the impact of those decisions could be material as things stand, but it served as a reminder of the importance we place on ourselves versus those we care about.  Arguably, I need to do a better job thinking through where those boundaries are heading into the new year, because I probably sacrificed more than I should have and at some point I need to make sure I don’t get crushed under the weight of what I give.

In any case, one of the things I feel good about coming out of 2016 was the things I did to help other people.  Conversely, heading into 2017, my inability to do the same at the level I previously have (given those investments) is somewhat frustrating right now, but who knows what may change in time as the year progresses.

Overall, I doubt that many would disagree with the beliefs I’ve expressed as good ones to have.  The question is really about living into them, and to that extent, I feel very good about the choices I made in 2016.  We can’t influence or control how others respond to our truth, our kindness, or our charity at times, but it doesn’t make the intention or the effort any less significant, and that’s something I continue to remind myself when necessary.

Making a professional transition

It’s tempting to focus on the journey of losing and finding a job, but that’s not really the goal of reflecting on the job transition that came in 2016.  I wrote a separate article on the learnings from the search experience already and hopefully that will prove helpful to others somehow.

What made 2016 significant in terms of job transition was the realization of the risk of allowing myself to stagnate professionally.  While I learned a great deal over the five and a half years of my job, I also became very complacent about the lack of challenge, ability to grow and learn, and unpleasant parts of the environment itself.  It was an interesting part of my search process to have a number of people ask me how I lasted so long doing what I was doing.  As much as that sounds like an insult to the organization, it really is a critique of the fact that I didn’t take an active enough role in looking for something different and something better, that would give me a larger sense of professional participation, engagement, and growth.  That’s 100% on me, and it was a major revelation of 2016.  I can’t be a passenger in my own career, and I settled for way too long for something I didn’t enjoy doing.  Moving forward, I need to do a much better job being open and aware of the possibilities to continue to learn and develop, whether within my current environment or in a new one.  I’ve never been a person who moved from company to company, and I don’t expect that to change.  I do, however, have an increased awareness of the reality of the concept of “at will” employment, and I paid the price of being largely unprepared for the reactive and somewhat morally questionable decisions that led to a major impact on me and a lot of other unsuspecting people in the middle of 2016.

Aside from general awareness, one other thing that I realized early in the year through an opportunity where I was deeply engaged in the interviewing process, was the passion I had for trying to engage at a different level in my work and truly drive significant results.  While I’ve always been very committed and results-oriented, I think the lack of emotional investment that I had for a number of years built up into a lot of untapped energy that I’ve yet to expend.  How and when that will come out, I’m really not sure, but there was a time early in 2016, with a specific opportunity, where I had the first real “let’s go do this!” level feeling I’ve had in a long time… and I hope that I can find that resonance either in what I’m now doing, or in whatever comes down the road.  That alignment of personal goals and organizational opportunity was there for a brief period of time, and while that specific position didn’t work out, it was a powerful experience in terms of my desire to push myself much harder than perhaps I have in some time.  Conversely, having that feeling and sense of possibility, and then not having it come to fruition was probably one of the largest disappointments of the year overall.  Not because it had any direct, real impact to me or my family, but because I felt the impact of the loss of possibility… I had allowed myself to envision what could be possible if that opportunity came to be, along with a set of other life changes that I was considering (at the time) as a result.  The first domino falling was meant to set off others, and unfortunately, it fell in the wrong direction, leaving a lot of other things I had considered as positive steps standing and stuck right where they were.  Considering that my job then went in the wrong direction only a few months later, it was a compounded impact that has been difficult to overcome, but hopefully will subside and be replaced with a new vision as 2017 gets into motion.

Living an engaged life

This final point is honestly more about 2017 in the sense of action, but the realization for the need to change did come over the course of 2016.

I was very blessed during the course of the year to be inspired to change; to revisit what I’ve been doing, how I’ve been thinking, how I’ve been living, how my passion hadn’t really been leveraged in the right ways… a lot of things that come to living life to the fullest.  I was and probably still am… falling short.  That isn’t to say I don’t have a full life, or a million things going on, or things to feel good about, or anything like that.  The point is whether I was sitting back and being a passenger or leaning forward and being the driver enough of the time.

One of the things I came to realize over course of the year was that I allowed myself to slip into too much of a passive and risk-averse position, for many reasons.  The point, however, is that I’ve wanted that to change, and through a combination of choice and circumstance, I started coming around that corner through the course of the year.  While I’m not suggesting that we can or should control life, which is not possible, I want to find a way to enjoy the ride and explore the side roads a little more than perhaps I have been for the last few years (at a minimum).  All the reasons that I decided to choose peace and stability for a period of time were reasonable and arguably necessary coming out of some difficult experiences several years ago, but I believe that time period has ended and a new one is here… the question is really taking the first steps out onto the new road and seeing where it will lead, accepting the challenge it represents, but looking for the opportunities to enjoy the experience along the way.

Summing it all up, as I said at the opening, 2016 was a year of significant contrasts and a year of major change… I could see it for the obstacles and adversity, but I’m trying very much to see it for what I learned and what it did to make me stronger and give me new perspective heading into a new year.  Whether I’ll be able to say something similar at the end of 2017, I have no idea… but I certainly expect I’ll see and experience things I haven’t before, and maybe that’s exactly what I’ve needed for some time.

So, thank you 2016.  I’m really glad you’re over.  I’m looking forward to seeing what I can do to make 2017 put you to shame… but if all you did was teach me I am strong and I can survive adversity, you did your job well… and I’ll probably come back and thank you for it later.  In the meantime, I have work to do…

-CJG 01/02/2017