A Report From the Slow Lane

A Report from the Slow Lane

What do you do when you no longer get 250+ emails a day?  What do you do when you no longer have a line of colleagues waiting outside your office to grab your attention or to ask for help?   What happens when there is no real urgency about “getting things done”?  Well, a lot of things happen and some of them are unexpected.

I wrote several months ago about stepping off the fast lane.  I also invited the right side of my brain to step out and get busy.   This has proven to be a much harder process than I anticipated.  How many of us yearn to slow down, to step off the treadmill?  How many of us dream of time in the sun, or in the kitchen, or in the woods, or on the open road?  I am fully aware that this time that I have been granted has been a gift.   It has been a real luxury and one that should not be squandered.

I came into this time with a long list of ideas.  I have several business ideas that I want to develop.  I have some writing that I want to get to.  I have a long list of organizational projects at home.  You know, the ones that get neglected when you’re too busy to attend to them.  I have some creative projects that I hope to tackle.

I have not been a complete slouch.  In fact, I’ve actually done a lot.  Here’s a short list of what’s been keeping me busy:

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Performed in a professional production of Our Town and did 28 performances during the month of October

-       Planned,  planted and harvested the best garden in memory (still harvesting beets, carrots and cabbage)

-       Began raising and training a new puppy (this I'm told will go on for years)

-    Helped some friends who were filming a web series called Parmalee. 

-    Launched the Great Gifting Experiment that had me helping me friends on a number of projects

All of these activities have been worthwhile and fairly consuming, but I have not felt the crazy busy-ness that has characterized the last two decades of my business life.  I have been able to meander a bit.  I have been able to put things off, sometimes for days.  I have been able to be, dare I say it, unfocused.

A friend suggested to me that being “unfocused” is part of the recovery process from the five grueling years at my last company.  Mind you, when I say grueling, I am not complaining.  In fact, there was much to be proud of at BiddingForGood.  How many of us can point to helping raise millions of dollars for nonprofits and schools?  But it was hard work and it was relentless.  When you are forced to be really focused all of the time, your brain is ecstatic to be unfocused and to be given a breather. As I reflect, I can look way back,  past the last five years, to the last 20 years.  It’s been 20 years since the early days of the Internet when so many of our careers started moving at warp speed.  The pace at which we have learned to work and to live has accelerated each year and doesn’t show signs of slowing down. 

Perhaps this is why taking the time when you can get it is becoming increasingly critical.  Just like world class athletes take rest days after big athletic contests, so too should we who toil at fast moving companies.  We should enjoy the gift of settling down on a rainy afternoon with a great book.  We should enjoy the pure luxury of unplugging.  Believe it or not, there are days when I have neither looked at my phone nor my computer for the entire day!  What you say?  Yes, it’s true and I really, really liked it.

There is still a long list of things to tackle.  Not the least of which is organizing the papers and documents of our lives.  It was a full hour of searching today for us to find the container with all of our tax returns.  They were ultimately discovered in the garage no less.  My husband and I laughed that some day neither of us will remember where we put anything, so our days will be characterized by searching for the wayward document or receipt or tax return. 

But as I wander, I continue to sniff around for interesting ideas and companies doing meaningful work.  I continue to chat with people who are passionate about building their companies.  I have no doubt that I will find another organization to throw myself into.  It won’t be long before I will set my alarm in the morning and I will start to drive a bit too fast as I rush to get to the next meeting.  I will once again wade through an ever-exploding inbox.  I will be a bit breathless.  And when that time happens, I will be ready for it.  I will be energized by the possibilities.  But for now, what’s the rush?  There are books to read and puppies to play with and companies to research and blogs to write.   There are walks in the woods to bring inspiration.  For now, the slow lane is just where I want to be.

The Fine Line Between Joy and Grief

There is a framed print in my office with the quote- “She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.”

It is well-documented that I have always been quick to tears.  This has been the topic of much joking amongst my family and friends for some time.  But last summer, sitting by a river on a star-studded night, I talked with a friend about what is behind the tears.  We explored the idea that just behind many joyful moments, there is some form of grief for how fleeting the moments are or how crushingly beautiful they appear to us.

I have just come off a very special experience as a cast member in a production of Our Town.  The play is a masterpiece and articulates some important truths about the way we live our lives.  Life is indeed too short and we are often not able to appreciate that which is around us each day.  There is a scene in the play when one of the leading characters , who has died in childbirth, wants to return to her life and live over just one day.  Another character explains to her that to return to earth to live over a day is painful because not only do you live it, but you see yourself living it and you know what’s going to happen.  That scene has been rattling around inside me for two months now.  It is a scene in which many audience members were reduced to tears and the actors on stage experienced profound grief.  I’ve wondered how often we are aware of the exquisite preciousness of our days and at some level know we will never see them again.

One of the times when this feeling was especially vivid for me was at the wedding of our daughter.  I even spoke at the rehearsal dinner and tried to articulate the idea of how fleeting it all is.  I reminded the assembled guests to be aware and to be alive and to hold onto the specialness of the occasion.  Through all of the busyness of the wedding weekend, the details, the logistics, the various comings and goings of family and friends, it was very easy to get caught up in the swirl.  And maybe, just maybe, we are reluctant to hold on too tight to the specialness of moments like this because it is heartbreaking to do so.

Perhaps because I am having some difficulty shaking the feelings that Our Town stirred up, I am feeling this bittersweet melancholy in other places in my life.  If you have read any of my blogs in the past or follow me on Facebook, you know that I have a new puppy.  What is remarkable about this dog is that she is a dead ringer for the first and until now, the best dog of my life.  Her name was Morganetta and she too was a yellow Labrador retriever.  She was devoted to me and when she died I was wrecked.  It took years, and I mean years,  for me to be able to talk about this dog without weeping.  So some 25 years later,  to get another yellow lab, this one named Smooch, is to revisit the pure love that I had for my first dog.  Smooch is almost six months old and has slowly but surely worked her way into our hearts.  But here’s where the fine line between joy and grief comes in.  Smooch has some kind of infection that we are trying to get on top of.  I have now had three visits to the vet and we are puzzled about why such a young dog is suffering with this infection.  Now I am an eternal optimist almost all of the time, but yesterday in the vet’s office I felt the nearly hysterical voice of doom creeping into my mind.  I began to go to the worst possible place of- what if we can’t fix this?  What if she’s going to have to eat this expensive, medicated dog food for life?  What if she gets sicker?  What if she dies?  Crazy talk, right?  But right behind my absolute love for this little creature, I am worrying about losing her. 

I honestly think that is why I weep.  My tears are my expression of what is precious.  Sometimes it is real sadness and sometimes it is unmistakable joy, but almost always, these feelings are right near the edge of the opposite side of those feelings.  For where there is joy, there is grief and where there is grief, there is joy.

So for now, I will celebrate the experience of being part of Our Town, I will love my puppy and happily feed her expensive, medicated dog food and I will savor the special moments in my life.  What about you?

My Puppy and the Pope- Kindred Spirits

My Puppy and the Pope- Kindred Spirits

If you are in the cohort of people who don’t like dogs, you might want to just stop reading right now because I am going to wax poetic about my puppy.   I will get around to the kindred spirits connection in a minute but first, I’d like to think about each of these beings as individuals.  Let’s first 

talk about Pope Francis.

I have had heard numerous people over the last few months remark that they love the Pope.  These are not good Catholics mind you, but people who may or may not even go to church.  There is something about this man that has captivated them.  I have honestly not paid too much attention until last night when I watched a 60 Minutes segment about his pending visit to the United States.  It was a very thoughtful piece about the man and was done with great respect for who he is and what he represents. 

Here’s what struck me the most about the story.  They interviewed some of the men who are charged with protecting him.  They showed him riding through Vatican City in a very snappy white vehicle with a clutch of dark-clothed men walking next to the car.  Clearly this is the Vatican’s version of the Secret Service.   Apparently, Pope Francis does not really pay attention to their concern and nervousness for his well being.  If these men had their druthers, they would rather he not just walk out into the crowd. This of course is completely understandable in that they are charged with keeping him safe.  But he’s not having it.  He is all about the people and being with the people. In this particular motorcade through the city, he asked them to stop the car so that he could go and comfort a quadriplegic man who was in the crowd.  One of the men interviewed said that he really didn’t know how Pope Francis knew that this man was there and was in need of comfort but he apparently has some highly attuned radar that tells him that there is someone in need.  Perhaps there is some divine intervention going on.  I’d like to think there is.

Okay, now let’s talk about my puppy for a moment.  Her name is Smooch and she is aptly named, as her favorite thing to do with people and dogs is kiss them- immediately.  As I observe her learning about the world, I am struck by her incredibly open and exuberant spirit.  She loves everyone!  And I mean everyone.  When we are out for a walk, she will barrel up to whoever is coming in our direction and will wag her tail ferociously and you guessed it, try to give them smooches. She seems to be pretty darn indiscriminant.  She puts herself out in the world and fully expects that she will get back what she has put out- which is love.  Of course it will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that she almost always gets back what she puts out.  Who can resist an adorable puppy?  Well in my neck of the woods (quite literally) everyone we have met has fallen under her spell.   

Are you starting to see where this is going?  Smooch and Pope Francis start from a place of being openhearted. That’s how they roll.  Of course in the world we live in today many people are fearful much of the time.  They are fearful of bad things happening. They are fearful of scary people and scary things.  They are afraid of weather and airplanes and mean bosses.

But I have long held the theory that you really do get back what you put out in the world.  When I walk down the street with a swing in my step and a smile on my face, many of the people I meet return the smile.  When in my business dealings, I expect the best from people, I almost always get it. 

Imagine a world where we all wake up each morning with an open-heart and a joyful expectation for what the day might bring?  Imagine if we shed the fear that holds us back and put ourselves out there as loving, worthy people.  Who’s in?

The Great Gifting Experiment

The Great Gifting Experiment

After a couple of months off, of relaxing, gardening, playing with my new puppy, I am ready to get back out in the world.  And since I spent so much time at BiddingForGood thinking about the theme of generosity, I thought I would consider how I might embrace this theme myself.  I will have a busy next couple of months as I join the cast of Our Town at Northern Stage, running through Halloween. But there’s always time in your life for helping others and spreading some goodness around in the world.  So I introduce to you- The Great Gifting Experiment.

Between now and Thanksgiving, the best things in life are free.  At least from me.  I am going to offer to help my friends and colleagues with ideas, inspiration and introductions. 

If you need….

            An introduction to someone you’d love to meet

            Some feedback on a business plan

            Someone to find just the right recipe for all of the kale out of your garden

            Some ideas on an audition song or monologue

            A new name for your puppy or horse or baby!

            A subject line for an email

            A decision on which outfit to wear for an event

            Someone to ask hard questions about a big life decision

            A book recommendation

            Some ideas to market your business or yourself

           

Obviously, I will not be coming out to San Francisco to babysit for your kids, or doing your laundry, but I will give you my time and my best ideas and energy, using the best technology that is available.  I have always been a girl with a lot of ideas.  Some of them are great, some of them are not, but who knows, one of them might actually make a difference in your life.

I will be chronicling this project in a series of blogs so be among the first to raise your hand.  The only thing that could possibly go wrong is if no one takes me up on the offer.   Think of me as your consultant, your life coach, your spiritual director or just a friend who wants to help.

Here’s to the possibilities!

Please reach out to me at perryisperky@gmail.com 

I Have Always Been a Woman Who Arranges Things

For the musical theatre buffs among you, you may recall this famous line from Hello Dolly- "I have always been a woman who arranges things, for the pleasure and the profit it derives." Cue Carol Channing.  This morning,  I sat by my fish pond looking at my hillside garden and all of the garden art that I have collected over the years. I sat there pondering how I could rearrange it.   I was considering whether the frogs that sit above the pond should be moved closer or whether the garden angel that I bought so many years ago in Mendocino is in just the right spot.  Then there is the ceramic art piece that I bought in Mexico many years ago.  It featured a circle of women arm in arm around a center where a candle sits.  I bought this treasure to remind me of my dear girlfriends and our special circle of friendship.  Sadly, this piece took a spill the other day and is now in smaller pieces.  But I couldn't part with them so I found them each their own special spot in the garden.  Are they where they belong?

I like rearranging furniture too.  There is something therapeutic about it for me.  It helps me see things in a new way.  It's hard to believe, but I have been known to move entire living rooms all by myself.  This desire to move things around, to rearrange them, strikes me quite often.

At my company, we had a standing meeting every Monday morning for our management team.  For many of these meetings, each person had their requisite place at the table.  Likewise, when my marketing team gathered each week, we would find ourselves drifting to the same spot.  But unlike some folks who like things to be orderly and predictable, I actually like it when things get shaken up a bit.  I observe that some people are much more creative when they sit in a different seat.

I heard a fabulous keynote speech earlier this summer at a tech conference in Boston.  The keynote was delivered by Diane Hessan who is now the CEO of the Startup Institute.  Diane has had a stellar career and her message on that day was about diversity, about bringing different points of view to the table.  If you are in an early stage company and everyone around the table looks like you, you are not optimized for success.  You need people who see things differently.  You need to rearrange the room.

This technique of purposefully shaking things up can be a powerful tool in a number of settings.  School teachers have used it with great success.  If there are a couple of rabble-rousers clustered together in one corner of the room, move them around.  Give them a new point of view and some new neighbors.  What about in the garden?  If the tomatoes were not very happy last summer, try them in a different spot next to the snapdragons and see what happens. Or on the soccer field.  Why not try your players in different positions? You might see a whole new set of skills and strengths emerge.

If the configuration and layout of the office is not encouraging idea-sharing, then change it up.  See what happens.  If you are casting a play and there is a casting choice that feels a little bold and out of the box, go for it.  Often these moments are when true creativity is born.

So I will sit a bit longer looking at my garden and I will try to see it in a new way.   I will encourage my colleagues and friends to do the same with whatever it is that they like to observe and admire. What's the worse thing that can happen?  Probably not very much.  Places please!

Stepping Off the Fast Lane

Can we actually just step off the fast lane or do we actually have to hurl ourselves off the fast lane?  Can we do it gracefully and gradually?  I’m not sure about that. I have been on a very fast train for a long time.  Oh sure, here have been some detours and some stops along the way but for the last twenty or so years I have been working at companies that are moving fast.  They’ve been early stage companies finding their way in a new market or they’ve been companies on a wild growth trajectory who have hit it just right.  Regardless, I have had a team of folks waiting for me almost every workday over the last two decades.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I love having a team and being part of a team.  I actually find it incredibly rewarding to galvanize a group of people to do great things and to come together for something greater.  But now, I am in a protracted state of letting go and moving into a new phase in my career.  My company has recently been acquired and it was a long time coming.  So I have had several months to let go, to savor the wonderful experiences I had at this company and to begin to ponder what’s next.

After the letting go, I have been trying to slow down.  I deserve a break.  There is no doubt about that.   And I’m determined to take it.  But this does not come easily to me.  My pace has not necessarily been frenetic,  but certainly super-charged.  So I slow down.  I allow myself to sleep a bit later than usual. Since it’s summertime in Vermont and the sun comes up early and chickens start their clucking early, I wake up pretty darn early too. It’s a farmer’s life for me.  But I don’t have to leap out of bed to milk the cows or do the chores.  I can linger and stretch and think and dream a bit.

I don’t have a big long to-do list, although I sometimes think I could use one.  I struggle with not feeling a sense of accomplishment or completion.  In my first couple of weeks at home, I was a whirling dervish of energy, wanting to clean and organize and re-arrange.  (pity my poor husband).

I yearn to bring order to the many things that I have neglected over the last 5 years or so.  Having just begun the book- “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up”, I am inspired to toss and only keep around the things that I love.

I find myself drifting over to the piano almost every day.  Is it possible that I might actually take the time to get better at playing- to finally learn to play chords after my early, formal lessons in classical music?   I yearn to be able to sit down with friends gathered around the piano and rock out to some great songs while I accompany them, playing the chords.

I have even felt some culinary energy return.  There were years when we had a houseful of hungry mouths to feed where I spent a lot of time in the kitchen.  Sometimes the goal was just getting something on the table and sometimes; I was actually inspired to create something special.  But that’s been a while.  I find the practice of chopping and stirring, and breathing in the smell of fr 

esh herbs to be incredibly therapeutic.

I ponder how long it takes to really change your pace.  How long does it take for the cortisol, the stress hormone, to diminish in your body?  This is a luxurious time for me and I am filled with gratitude that I have this time.  So I wander and I read and I weed and I sing and I nap and I write and I cook. The refrain swirls through my head-  “Summertime and the living is easy.”

That about sums it up for me.  I actually managed to get off the speeding train and I didn’t hurt myself when I leapt either.   I will likely get back on the train.  I’m not exactly sure when or what I’ll be doing.  But I have way too much energy and too much to offer to not find a new home for my passion and my creativity and my experience.  I hope if I do this hiatus well, I’ll have that much more to offer on the next go-round.  In the meantime, come on by for a meal or a song around the piano or a nap in my tent.  You’ll be glad you did.   You’ll be able to slow…..down…..