The Change Question: What sacred rule will you break?
I journal most mornings, and one of the three questions I answer is:
What do you notice?
It’s there to invite me in to be more present to what’s actually going on.
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What do I notice in front of me? The weather. The desk. The vibe.
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What do I notice, somatically, about how my body’s showing up?
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What do I notice about how I’m feeling about things?
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What do I notice about what I’m noticing, about what’s grabbed my attention?
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What do I notice about what I’m trying to ignore, that I know to be true nonetheless?
Those dagnabbit* moments
(*To be clear, I don’t actually say dagnabbit, but I’m trying to keep this Suitable for Work.)
Part of the power of journaling is a forcing function to notice what’s on the periphery. It’s happened often enough that it’s a familiar experience.
For me, it goes like this …
I’ve been feeling there’s something flitting through my consciousness, something disconcerting.
I finally turn to face whatever it is that’s been lurking there to see what it is.
I realize I’ve been trying to deny that it’s been there, hoping it might just get disappointed in my lack of attention, and go away …
It hasn’t gone away.
And, dagnabbit*, now I’m looking at it, it’s pretty clear and obvious.
I’m going to have to acknowledge it.
And I’m going to have to face the consequences of my two choices: to do something about it, or to not do something about it.
What’s in your shadows?
Here’s what’s lurked there over the years for me, things that I’ve been pretending weren’t true:
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Something’s off with someone on my team.
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Something’s off with my boss.
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The “why” of my change project isn’t compelling or even interesting.
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My change sponsor doesn’t know what they’re doing and doesn’t really care.
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We don’t have the resources we need.
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We don’t know what success looks like.
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There’s no strategic reason for this.
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I’m depleted and exhausted.
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There’s not enough change capacity in the organization to absorb this.
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The problem is we’re not working hard enough.
And of course, my magical thinking, aka denial, about all of the above.






