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		<title>Easy Does It&#8230; Insight From Martha</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 21:51:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life is hard. We all know that. It is one of the primary beliefs that helped you gut it out through school subjects you hated, your soul-vampire of a job, and the years when your children, your partner, and your parents all depended on you. When I read through the journals I have kept sporadically&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/06/easy-does-it/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-7311" style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px;" alt="tumblr_lsmnttn3jX1qg5i5z" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/tumblr_lsmnttn3jX1qg5i5z-300x199.jpg" width="300" height="199" />Life is hard. We all know that. It is one of the primary beliefs that helped you gut it out through school subjects you hated, your soul-vampire of a job, and the years when your children, your partner, and your parents all depended on you. When I read through the journals I have kept sporadically throughout my life, I can see how acknowledging that life is hard helps me survive and overcome obstacles.</p>
<p>But, something weird is happening.</p>
<p>It’s not just me; it’s also people I work with, people I coach, and friends from all walks of life. We are being challenged to let things be easy. This is not an altogether new idea. 2000 years ago, Jesus supposedly said, “My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” The Buddha tried a life of pain and self-denial, then declared that it was not enlightenment and chose an easier path.</p>
<p>My favorite philosopher Lao Tzu wrote, “The great Way is easy, yet people prefer the side path. Be aware when things are out of balance. Stay centered within the Way.”</p>
<p>It seems to me these days that the easy way is no longer an option for us: it is an imperative. What you are meant to do in the world may have begun with difficulty, but from here on, you are obliged to find the easiest path to all of your objectives. We live in a time of astonishing ease, especially those of us in the first world. Almost every day, at least one person says to me, “I can’t believe it’s that easy.” Guess what? It is.</p>
<p>For example, here are some of the things that seem too easy for me. I was educated to spend hours in libraries shuffling 3&#215;5 note cards, searching through stacks of books, and reading thousands of pages in search of one nugget of truth. Now, I can Google “nugget of truth” and come up with over 2.5 million results in 0.23 seconds. In fact I just did it; how about this? “You are a dream of God come true.” That’s just awesome. That’s just too easy!</p>
<p>Another example: Now that I live in the country, shopping means a full-on expedition requiring at least an hour in transit just to buy groceries or a pair of flip-flops. Some of my neighbors recently told me that they shop online and have all of their purchases delivered to their country home. What? That’s just too easy!</p>
<p>Just one more: I have trouble remembering writing deadlines. So, right now, my wonderful Master Coach Jill Farmer is typing up this newsletter as I dictate it, while I&#8217;m giving myself a pedicure. Decadently easy!</p>
<p>By the same token, a dear friend of mine recently found a significant other through an online dating service. My daughters create astonishing works of art on their computers that would take thousands of hours to paint on a canvas. When I set out to plant a vegetable garden, a dear friend who loves to garden came and showed me how. We just ate our first batch of potatoes, a small miracle that required virtually no effort on our part.</p>
<p>All of this easiness is causing great un-easiness. At least a dozen people, over this past month, have asked me for coaching because certain tasks had become so easy they feared they were doing something wrong. I don’t think so. I think that a wave of easiness is rising all over the world. Does mean that people are not suffering or experiencing enormous difficulty? Of course not. But it may mean that even solving the problems of the destitute is meant to be an easier task than we believe. It may mean that the everyday labors of our lives are being facilitated by something that is teaching us to use our striving, tenacity, and grit to do things so huge and beautiful that they have never been possible before.</p>
<p>Do this for me: This month, every time you set out to do any task, ask yourself, “Is there an easier way?” Or, “How can I make this easier?” Can you ask a friend for help? Have you tried Googling it? Are there services out there to help you? Might small miracles happen if you simply ask the powers that be for assistance? It floors me when I ask this question to myself and realize how much easier tasks have become. And, the strength I gained gutting it through the hard parts of life is now free to flow into tasks that have one common purpose: to make things easier for others. That’s why all of this is happening, people. We are a species that works to make things easier. We’re getting really good at it. But, unless we drop the idea “life is hard,” we can’t take advantage of the astonishing ease we have created.</p>
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		<title>How to Stop Procrastinating</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 01:36:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ugh! I&#8217;m so full, I can&#8217;t breathe!&#8221; says Rose as she finishes her cheeseburger. &#8220;And I&#8217;ve got to lose weight. &#8230; I think I&#8217;ll have the crème brûlée.&#8221; Across the table, her oncologist friend, Linda, lights up, handling the stress of treating cancer patients by smoking like a chimney. Meanwhile Barb is complaining about her&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/06/how-to-stop-procrastinating/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft  wp-image-7276" alt="Hamburger, cheese burger with tomato" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/1097101_96771779-300x206.jpg" width="240" height="165" />Ugh! I&#8217;m so full, I can&#8217;t breathe!&#8221; says Rose as she finishes her cheeseburger. &#8220;And I&#8217;ve got to lose weight. &#8230; I think I&#8217;ll have the crème brûlée.&#8221; Across the table, her oncologist friend, Linda, lights up, handling the stress of treating cancer patients by smoking like a chimney. Meanwhile Barb is complaining about her 27-year-old son, Randy. &#8220;If he doesn&#8217;t get a job and move out soon,&#8221; she says, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know what I&#8217;ll do.&#8221; Rose and Linda know what Barb will do—she&#8217;ll keep cooking and cleaning for Randy until she dies of old age. </p>
<p>In their book <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1578511240/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=1578511240&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=marthabeck-20">The Knowing-Doing Gap: How Smart Companies Turn Knowledge into Action</a>,</i> authors Jeffrey Pfeffer and Robert I. Sutton discuss why our actions often don&#8217;t match our ideals, and what we can do about it. Although the authors&#8217; research is drawn from the corporate world, I read the book as a self-help guide, looking for ways to stop perpetuating behavior I know is bad for me: postponing work, playing addictive computer games, eating hotel minibar food that hardens my arteries and costs more than its weight in enriched uranium. If you&#8217;re a cognitive dissonance sufferer like Rose, Linda, Barbara, and me, try these dos and don&#8217;ts that I&#8217;ve adapted from Messrs. Pfeffer and Sutton for closing the knowing-doing gap: </p>
<h3><i>Don&#8217;t</i> Substitute Talk For Action</h3>
<p>Mike calls me every few weeks to say, &#8220;I need to talk to you about my girlfriend. I&#8217;ve been talking to a lot of her friends, and we should talk about what they&#8217;ve been talking about. Maybe she and I should come talk to you together.&#8221; </p>
<p>Talk, talk, talk. Mike is tolerating his awful relationship by creating storms of verbiage that make him think he and his girlfriend are making progress, even though they aren&#8217;t. He&#8217;s not alone. Substituting talk for action is perhaps the most common way we fall into the knowing-doing gap. Many corporate teams spend so much time creating strategies and mission statements, they don&#8217;t actually implement anything. The same goes for individuals. We plan, consider, discuss, brood—and count the word-spinning hours as &#8220;action.&#8221; We think we&#8217;re working toward our goals when in fact we&#8217;re spinning our wheels. </p>
<h3><i>Do</i> Hit Your Mute Button</h3>
<p>If you&#8217;re not sure whether you&#8217;re in danger of talking your dreams to death, try something for me. Today, whenever you mutter your usual reminders about cleaning the closet, learning to tango, or finding a new job/boyfriend/oven thermometer, make a note of it on a piece of paper. At the end of the day, read over your list and ask yourself, &#8220;Did I do anything that created a measurable change toward each goal?&#8221; If not, you&#8217;re substituting words for action. You can close the knowing-doing gap only by focusing on observable change—not plans, comments, or excuses. You don&#8217;t have to build Rome in a day; small tweaks are more sustainable, and thus more effective, than attempts at total revolution.</p>
<h3><i>Don&#8217;t</i> Rely on Fantasy Transitions</h3>
<p>One of my favorite cartoons shows two scientists working on a massive equation. In the center of countless numbers and symbols are the words, &#8220;A miracle occurs.&#8221; This kind of fuzzy logic is actually very de-motivating. As Pfeffer and Sutton note, companies often fail to act when managers don&#8217;t know every step in the processes they&#8217;re managing. The same thing happens when individuals have an incomplete plan. Uncertainty stops people in their tracks—smack-dab in the knowing-doing gap. </p>
<h3><i>Do</i> Figure Out What&#8217;s Standing Between You And Your Goals</h3>
<p>I know what you&#8217;re thinking: What kind of high-grade pharmaceutical are Pfeffer and Sutton on? They start off by saying not to get bogged down in details—and now they advise against starting without an itemized plan. It&#8217;s all about calibration, spending enough time to come up with a solid plan but not obsessing over it. </p>
<p>Compared with vague fantasies about achieving great things, grappling with the nitty-gritty realities of action is hard. It requires research, concentration, and creativity. But we&#8217;re actually happiest when we&#8217;re pushing the envelope of effort, not when we&#8217;re lost in daydreams. As you fill in the gaps in your knowledge, you&#8217;ll feel the kind of excitement that comes from real possibility, not just happy talk. Figuring out a plan of attack will practically catapult you over the knowing-doing gap. <span id="more-7274"></span></p>
<h3><i>Don&#8217;t</i> Scare Yourself</h3>
<p>In business, Pfeffer and Sutton report, managers who try to lead through fear cause paralysis more often than action. This is just as true when we&#8217;re managing our own lives. Think of an area where you&#8217;re trying to scare yourself into action. Right now, focus on your favorite fear-based admonitions:</p>
<p><em>&#8220;I&#8217;ve got to stop spending so much on shoes and save more for retirement or I&#8217;ll end up a bag lady. A bag lady with a lot of shoes, but still&#8230;&#8221; </em></p>
<p><em>&#8220;I&#8217;ve got to stop eating junk or I&#8217;ll end up the size of an off-road vehicle and no one will ever love me and I&#8217;ll die of a heart attack before I ever see grandchildren!&#8221; </em></p>
<p>Now, while thinking those things, just notice: With fear ruling your mind, do you want to add to your savings or hit the mall? Do you crave broccoli or fries? </p>
<p>Of course you do. </p>
<p>Trying to motivate yourself with fear is like screaming at a child, <i>&#8220;Do something, dammit!&#8221;</i> You&#8217;ll either freeze up or act in counterproductive ways. Fear widens the knowing-doing gap. Don&#8217;t use it.</p>
<h3><i>Do</i> Discover The Power of Calm</h3>
<p>People consistently offer me large sums of money just to say, &#8220;You&#8217;ll be fine.&#8221; They do this even though I tell them it works almost as well to say it to themselves. Kind self-talk is an incredibly effective way to calm fear and motivate action. </p>
<p>&#8220;After my divorce, I was 52 and penniless,&#8221; my client Mara recalls. &#8220;But I&#8217;d gotten away from a frightening man, and I just decided to calm myself down. Every time I began to worry, I&#8217;d say, &#8216;Mara, everything&#8217;s fine. You&#8217;ve always been able to make your way, and you always will. There&#8217;s no rush.&#8217; And I was right. Once I was calm, I felt drawn to do things that made me more friends and money than I thought possible.&#8221; </p>
<p>It seems so simple, but I&#8217;ve seen this strategy work over and over. When people stop scaring themselves and start calming themselves, they become far more productive and successful in every aspect of their lives. Try it right now, so you can use it the next time you&#8217;re scared. Silently tell yourself simple things like &#8220;It&#8217;s okay.&#8221; &#8220;You&#8217;re all right.&#8221; &#8220;There&#8217;s no rush.&#8221; &#8220;You can do this.&#8221; You&#8217;ll be amazed at the power of this humble mental-management technique to help you turn knowledge into action. </p>
<h3><i>Don&#8217;t</i> Fight Yourself</h3>
<p>When I met Sally, she was married to a wealthy banker who bought her everything she thought her heart desired—jewelry, clothes, furniture. These things, however, were what Sally&#8217;s head desired, but her heart actually longed for the company of creative, bohemian people who had little concern for gobs of cash. </p>
<p>Sally had been at war with herself most of her life. Her socialized side was competing with her inner nature. In the corporate world, destructive internal competition widens companies&#8217; knowing-doing gaps. Individuals are just as susceptible: Holding two sets of competing beliefs paralyzes them. </p>
<h3><i>Do</i> Stop The Inner Arm Wrestle</h3>
<p>If you feel stuck in some area of your life, it&#8217;s because contradictory beliefs are competing for control of your behavior. The problem is that we&#8217;re not always aware there is a private struggle going on. One way to figure out if you&#8217;re in the middle of an inner conflict is to write down a basic belief that&#8217;s driving behavior you want to change. For example, you may want to get out of a relationship but believe something like &#8220;I have to keep every commitment I ever made.&#8221; After writing down the belief, write the polar opposite of that statement (&#8220;I don&#8217;t have to keep every commitment&#8221;). Are there circumstances in which those opposing statements ring true?</p>
<p>When Sally did this exercise, she realized that she&#8217;d married for legitimate reasons. Financial security is not an insane thing to want (have you seen the Dow Jones average lately?), but compared with a more artistic lifestyle, her original choice seemed false. The marriage ended when she embraced her bohemian side, and Sally began to know passion—in romance, work, learning, and living—for the first time. </p>
<p><em>You can end your internal arm wrestles by (a) discovering your competing ideas and (b) identifying the ones that feel untrue or stultifying. If part of you thinks homemaking is a lowly and servile occupation, you won&#8217;t beautify your home until you flip that thought. If you fear you&#8217;re not good enough for love, the part of you that loves will always smash into this competing belief. Find the erroneous thoughts, turn them over, and watch yourself finally begin to do what you know.</em></p>
<h3><i>Don&#8217;t</i> Track The Wrong Things</h3>
<p>According to Pfeffer and Sutton, companies with huge knowing-doing gaps tend to measure things that don&#8217;t really matter, such as hours worked rather than overall customer satisfaction. We have similar problems. For instance, my client Jessie comes back from her vacations desperately needing a vacation, because she grimly measures the &#8220;success&#8221; of a trip by sights seen and recreational activities accomplished. Another client, Mollie, often complains, &#8220;I practically killed myself to give my kids a good life, and now they&#8217;re in therapy saying God knows what about me.&#8221; Here&#8217;s what Mollie&#8217;s kids are processing with their therapists: the guilt and despair that comes from being raised by a mom who used her own suffering as the yardstick of her mothering.</p>
<p>Before you do anything, consider what you&#8217;re really trying to accomplish and determine how you&#8217;ll chart your progress. Sounds like yet another exercise—except you&#8217;ve likely already done it. Go back and look at the plan of attack you made in Step 4. If you need to find a place to live, don&#8217;t count the number of hours you&#8217;ve logged sighing over fabulous floor plans online. Track how many realtors you&#8217;ve contacted, apartments you&#8217;ve seen, letters of reference you&#8217;ve gathered. If you want your children to be happy, spend more time teaching them joy by embodying it. If relaxation is your goal, don&#8217;t force yourself to go sightseeing when lying in bed watching a dozen Dr. Greene–era episodes of <i>ER</i> is the only thing that will recharge your fried self. Whatever it is you really want, count movement toward that, and only that, as your measure of success.</p>
<p>If Rose, Linda, and Barb could stop substituting talk for action, make a plan that doesn&#8217;t depend on acts of God, calm themselves, eliminate competing ideas, and measure what really matters, their next lunch could be their best ever—healthy, smoke-free, filled with mutual congratulation rather than shared worry and stress. In fact, having written a few hundred words on this topic, I&#8217;m feeling motivated to close the knowing-doing gap myself. I&#8217;m launching myself into a new era of productivity, here and now! Just as soon as I figure out how to open this minibar.</p>
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		<title>On Martha&#8217;s Bookshelf: The End of Big</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The End of Big: How the Internet Makes David the New Goliath&#8221; by Nicco Mele Nicco Mele, like every competent social scientist these days, describes the radical changes created by new technologies. For Mele, this is an area of least satisfaction. Instead of celebrating the joys of “radical connectivity,” the author paints a picture of&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/06/the-end-of-big/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
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<p>Nicco Mele, like every competent social scientist these days, describes the radical changes created by new technologies. For Mele, this is an area of least satisfaction. Instead of celebrating the joys of “radical connectivity,” the author paints a picture of something he calls “nerd-ocracy.” He notes that the inventors of computers, the internet, and mobile phones were “hostile to established authority.”</p>
<p>Here’s the thing: I’m a nerd. If you’re reading this, you probably are, too. So, instead of sharing in Mele’s fear, read his book as a celebration of your individuality and creativity.</p>
<p><strong><em>Go, David!</em></strong></p>
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		<title>Get Out of Jail&#8230;Insight from Martha</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 10:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recently, I had the chance to watch the movie Instinct in which Anthony Hopkins plays a primatologist who “goes native” with a group of mountain gorillas. When humans kill his gorilla family, he goes berserk, kills some of the attackers, ends up in an African prison, and refuses to speak for years. Finally, a psychiatrist played by&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/05/get-out-of-jail/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-7133" alt="iStock_000001616955Small" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/iStock_000001616955Small-300x199.jpeg" width="300" height="199" />Recently, I had the chance to watch the movie <em>Instinct </em>in which Anthony Hopkins plays a primatologist who “goes native” with a group of mountain gorillas. When humans kill his gorilla family, he goes berserk, kills some of the attackers, ends up in an African prison, and refuses to speak for years. Finally, a psychiatrist played by Cuba Gooding, Jr. breaks through and hears the story of Hopkins’ adventures.</p>
<p>This movie is based on the book <em>Ishmael, </em>by Daniel Quinn, which I think all humans should read. The film has powerful implications about the 20th century, especially the great machine of industry that is our economy. If someone you love (possibly you!) is caught in a stifling system, being torn from their true nature and being forced to act as a cog in the machine, buy this movie and watch it together. The filmmakers&#8217; symbol for society is a prison for the insane known as &#8220;Harmony Bay.&#8221; In it, you will see every horrible boss, every stupid meeting, every injustice and every suffocating separation from nature that corporate life inflicts on so many people.<br /> <br />Sorry to spoil the surprise, but Anthony Hopkins eventually frees not only himself but Cuba Gooding, Jr. and a lot of the other prisoners. Freedom looks different for each of these people. For some, it is simply the power the say no to a bully. For others, it’s the creation of loving relationships. But for still others, it is almost complete separation from all human structures. Every character is liberated from some sort of cage, and the key to the cage is always the courage to use all one’s available power and freedom to choose what most nourishes the heart.<br /> <br />Today, you can use the same key to unlock any prisons in which you feel confined. Freedom can start as simply as wearing the clothes you really like instead of what your friends will really admire. It can be standing up for a stranger who’s unfairly bumped out of line at the post office. It can be structuring your schedule to suit the wildest part of yourself, instead of the most docile and broken. We all have freedoms we have not yet explored.<br /> <br />Today, break a few bars and venture into territory that initially makes you say, “Oh no, I could <em>never</em>.” That phrase is a sign that you have bumped up against the bars of your cage. Notice if it comes with a nervous laugh instead of genuine revulsion (because of course if you are cruel or unkind, those bars are there for good reason.) Do something today that you think is too delicious, too selfish, too wacky to fit within the rules of your life.  <br /> <br />After my family watched <em>Instinct</em>, I told my partner Karen I wished every man in America would watch it. Men in particular are trapped these days in the image of themselves as cogs in the great economic machine. So, Karen began telling people “Have you seen <em>Basic Instinct</em>? It’s amazing! Every man in America should watch it.” People began giving Karen strange looks. Eventually, someone told her why. But Karen did not suffer because she’d been recommending soft core porn rather than a fabulous drama. She did not disintegrate because of the head scratching and raised eyebrows of the people who now think she’s an obsessive Sharon Stone fan. A 55-year-old woman earnestly recommending smut to all her dearest friends is not a problem for her.<br /> <br />When you break your rules, when you act “crazy,” you won’t disintegrate, either. You will just join those of us who like to play outside our cages and respectfully do not care what anybody thinks.<br /> <br />Good luck and bon voyage!</p>
<p><em><img class="alignright  wp-image-7132" alt="photo (1)" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/photo-1-300x300.jpg" width="180" height="180" />P.S. For extra credit take a picture of yourself breaking one of your rules and post it on our Facebook page. (Just remember that &#8220;Martha told me to&#8221; does not a plea bargain make.)</em></p>
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		<title>And The Winner Is&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[First of all, we would like to extend an enormous &#8220;thank you&#8221; to everyone who bought volume one of the new Martha Beck Collection so far! To paraphrase the great words of Sally Field (who will never, ever live it down), &#8220;You like it! You really like it!&#8221; Whether it&#8217;s your first time or your fiftieth,&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/05/and-the-winner-is/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://marthabeck.com/product/mb-collection-volume-one/"><img class="alignleft  wp-image-6946" style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;" alt="MBCollection-Vol1" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/MBCollection-Vol1-214x300.jpg" width="154" height="216" /></a>First of all, we would like to extend an enormous &#8220;thank you&#8221; to everyone who bought volume one of the new <i>Martha Beck Collection</i> so far! To paraphrase the great words of Sally Field (who will never, ever live it down), &#8220;You like it! You really like it!&#8221; Whether it&#8217;s your first time or your fiftieth, we hope you have enjoyed reading these fan-favorite essays, all in one handy-dandy place. </p>
<p>For all of you that also took the time to submit your name for the drawing via email or snail mail, wow! Thank you for sending verifiable proof that you value Martha&#8217;s work! We were all so giddy, receiving your receipts or postcards, it felt a little like being Santa Claus on Christmas morning: the anticipation and excitement of selecting the winners was practically killing us!</p>
<p><b><i>So without further delay, here are the winners of our &#8220;Martha Beck Collection&#8221; drawing*&#8230;</i></b></p>
<p><b>Grand Prize Winner: Elizabeth Morant</b><br />Elizabeth will get a free, 60-minute phone session with Martha Beck herself. Enjoy, Elizabeth!</p>
<p><b>Second Prize Winners: </b></p>
<ul>
<li>Amy Pearson</li>
<li>Anna Brindley</li>
<li>Kate DeSmet Kulka</li>
<li>Stephannie McGohan</li>
<li>Wendy Allen</li>
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<p>These lucky folks win a copy of Martha&#8217;s entire <a href="http://marthabeck.com/product-type/audio/">digital audio library</a>,  which includes over 50 hours of content with Martha and her Master Coaches. If the winners start listening now, they can create a better life by Friday!</p>
<p>Thank you again for your ongoing dedication and support to creating your right life. We love the Team and are so glad to share this journey with all of you!</p>
<p>Much love,</p>
<p>~The Martha Beck Inc. Team</p>
<p><i>Martha, Bridgette, Jessica S., Jessica R., Sandra, Abigail, Jennifer, and Jill</i></p>
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<p> <i>* Winners were selected using a sophisticated random number generator. Getting to use it was the highlight of our geeky lives.</i></p>
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		<title>How to Accept Yourself</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 03:54:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever heard one of those near-death stories where someone recounts an out-of-body experience? I just love them, especially when they include details I didn&#8217;t expect. For instance, I&#8217;ve heard several previously nearly dead women say that when they were ostensibly peering down at their bodies from a distance, those bodies looked unexpectedly pretty.&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/04/self-acceptance/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-7067" alt="947908_92637448" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/947908_92637448-300x200.jpg" width="300" height="200" />Have you ever heard one of those near-death stories where someone recounts an out-of-body experience? I just love them, especially when they include details I didn&#8217;t expect. For instance, I&#8217;ve heard several previously nearly dead women say that when they were ostensibly peering down at their bodies from a distance, those bodies looked unexpectedly pretty. The physical form they&#8217;d seen as less than lovely when it was &#8220;me&#8221; proved quite appealing when they saw it as &#8220;that lady down there on the floor.&#8221; </p>
<p>Why is it that most of us, like these women, obsess about our own appearance? Even my most gorgeous friends feel depressingly imperfect, while the rest of us sit around contemplating either a makeover or suicide, depending on how far we stray from our physical ideal. </p>
<p>These self-judgments can&#8217;t be mere aesthetics, or we&#8217;d evaluate ourselves and others on the same objective criteria. More likely, it&#8217;s a social impulse, born of every person&#8217;s longing for acceptance and fear of rejection. Something in the human psyche confuses beauty with the right to be loved. The briefest glance at human folly reveals that good looks and worthiness operate independently. Yet countless socializing forces, from Aunt Clara to the latest perfume ad, reinforce beliefs like &#8220;If I were pretty enough, I would be loved.&#8221; Or the converse: &#8220;If I feel unlovable, I must not be pretty enough.&#8221; </p>
<p>Such thoughts are seductive because they relieve us of the responsibility of developing self-worth (turning it over to some longed-for or long-suffering lover). Inevitably, though, that someone—parent, friend, partner—doesn&#8217;t love us enough, or we somehow fail to sense their love. We feel rejected, abandoned, alone. It&#8217;s unbearable. Realizing that we&#8217;ve surrendered our self-esteem to others and choosing to be accountable for our own self-worth would mean absorbing the terrifying fact that we&#8217;re always vulnerable to pain and loss. As long as we think the problem is our bodies&#8217; failure to meet a certain physical standard, we have something concrete that we (or our local plastic surgeon, who does a fabulous tummy tuck) can work on. </p>
<p>And so we dive headfirst into the endless project of improving our physical selves. No cosmetic strategy ever fulfills our hopes, since what we hope for—the knowledge that we&#8217;re acceptable—is almost completely unrelated to physical appearance. We begin to think thoughts like If only someone loved me, I could accept myself. It&#8217;s a Catch-22: Before we can feel loved, we must feel beautiful, but before we can feel beautiful, we must feel loved. You can swim down that spiral for decades, maybe all the way to your grave (from which you can brood about your sudden realization that your looks were actually okay all along). There&#8217;s another way to go, and I suggest you use it.</p>
<p>You may have noticed that all the &#8220;defects&#8221; I&#8217;ve been discussing are located not in the body but in the mind. It&#8217;s the mind that mixes up beauty and acceptability, that misperceives the cause of emotional pain, and that sends us down the class IV rapids of self-loathing. Your mind creates a lot of your supposed appearance problems, and it can resolve them, almost instantaneously, if you&#8217;ll let it. </p>
<h3>The Big &#8220;If&#8221;</h3>
<p>Our ideas about love and attractiveness are so primal, our need for belonging so intense, that most of us are loath to abandon our favorite beliefs on these issues. If you&#8217;ve ever let yourself feel lovable and lovely, only to be deeply hurt, you may see accepting your own body as a setup for severe emotional wounding. After all, you let down your guard before and look what happened! You&#8217;ll never go there again. I understand your resistance. That&#8217;s why the first step in changing your self-evaluation is careful, logical risk assessment. </p>
<p><b>What Could Possibly Go Wrong?</b> <br />The strategy of feeling physically unattractive actually does preclude the pain of (a) naively trusting that we&#8217;re good enough, (b) being horribly wounded, and (c) feeling alone, unacceptable, and hideous. Believing we&#8217;re ugly cuts straight to the chase, making sure we feel alone, unacceptable, and hideous right from the get-go, and without reprieve. If you don&#8217;t believe me, you have only to look back at your own history. How many times have you told yourself you&#8217;re unacceptable? How many times did this lead to happiness, freedom, and perfect relationships? All right, then. </p>
<p>Here&#8217;s a new hypothesis: There&#8217;s no risk-free way to love. The possibility of being devastated is always there, but the possibility of joy exists only when you put your battered heart right on the table by trusting that you&#8217;re lovable. I&#8217;m not asking you to do this all the time, or even in large doses—at first, anyway. I&#8217;d just like you to experiment with a new mind-set, a few minutes at a time. </p>
<p><b>Find a Way to Change Your Mind</b> <br />Even though believing in your own adequacy is actually less risky than feeling unacceptable (haven&#8217;t we just proved this with the mighty power of logic?), this thought can still be terrifying—or, if you&#8217;re the cynical sort, impossible to get your head around, logic be damned. That&#8217;s okay. You just need to set clear, safe-feeling time boundaries within which to demo this idea. Find a place where you&#8217;ll be undisturbed for ten minutes. During this brief time, push your mind to attack its own protective strategy of self-denigration. Write down several examples of:</p>
<ul>
<li>Occasions when someone loved or praised you, even though you didn&#8217;t look perfect.</li>
<li>People you&#8217;ve loved even though they didn&#8217;t look perfect.</li>
<li>Stunning people who act so awful they begin to appear ugly.</li>
<li>Famous people who are dazzling despite physical imperfections.</li>
<li>Artists&#8217; work that reveals charm and grace in places many people see ugliness.</li>
<li>Women who are so perfectly at ease with themselves that they set a new cultural standard of goddessness.</li>
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<p>If you&#8217;re deeply mired in self-loathing, it might take you a while to come up with examples for a given topic. Stick with it. You&#8217;re pushing yourself to make new associations, to jump the tracks of your habitual protective self-condemnation. You&#8217;re not just thinking new thoughts but actively unthinking the illogical, painful, imprisoning thoughts you&#8217;re used to. This is difficult. So what. Do it anyway—for ten lousy minutes. Tomorrow, do it again. </p>
<p><b>Experiment with Dope (As In Dopamine)</b> <br />If you attack your preconceptions for just ten minutes at a time, you&#8217;ll eventually feel a subtle loosening, a little wiggle room as your mind begins relaxing its grip on the idea that you&#8217;re not so hot and not so lovable. Before moving on, it helps to add some psychoactive chemicals. Some people achieve social confidence only when they use alcohol or drugs. I can never remember to buy these things, but I always have a few mood-altering substances on hand—or rather, in my head—and so do you. </p>
<p>For example, dopamine increases when we face something unfamiliar and difficult: working a crossword puzzle, knitting a complicated sweater. Epinephrine is released when we sustain moderate exercise. When we take a chance (for example, by expressing an unpopular opinion or displaying something we&#8217;ve created), we produce more epinephrine. All of these hormones can increase our confidence enough to help us release our old, supposedly protective thoughts and behaviors. </p>
<p>So once you&#8217;re used to unthinking your physical self-image, give yourself a little chemical boost to compensate for the emotional shields you&#8217;ll be dropping. Complete a challenging task, work out until you sweat a bit, take a risk that makes your heart speed up, or all three. You&#8217;ll feel more confident for several hours. Use that time for real-world experimentation. </p>
<p><b>Test-Drive a New Self-Concept</b> <br />With a head full of crumbling misperceptions and happy hormones, go out in public and pretend for, say, half an hour that you&#8217;re lovely enough to be loved. Now go to a coffee shop and have a tasty beverage. Notice how your body moves when you trust that you&#8217;re good enough. Not America&#8217;s Next Top Model good enough, just good enough. Feel the difference in your facial expression—or if you can&#8217;t get a handle on that, then try to gauge the energy you exchange with other customers or the barista. Most important, pay attention to how other people are reacting to you. </p>
<p>If you&#8217;ve done the homework (steps 1 through 3), you&#8217;ll find something miraculous beginning, like the first tiny green crocus shoots emerging from snowy earth: Most people will accept you. They&#8217;ll be attracted to you in a variety of ways. The more you release your defensive, self-conscious inner critic, the more you&#8217;ll get smiles, courtesy, friendliness, all kinds of positive attention—not from everyone, but from most people. From enough people. </p>
<p>Yet this connection between self-acceptance and attractiveness become an upward spiral, just as the conflation of rejection and ugliness has been a downward one. After some practice in coffee shops, try accepting yourself while chatting with a friend, then a colleague, then someone who intimidates you. One crucial caveat: Save your family of origin for last, possibly for never. Much protective self-criticism stems from growing up around people who wouldn&#8217;t or couldn&#8217;t love you, and it&#8217;s likely they still can&#8217;t or won&#8217;t. In general, however, the more you let go of the tedious delusion of your own unattractiveness, the easier it will be for others to connect with you, and the more accepted you&#8217;ll feel. </p>
<p>Understanding and dismantling defensive beliefs about your own ugliness is a process that frees you to unreservedly accept yourself, your body, and other people. The resulting open heart is the one perfect feature that really will protect you emotionally by giving you a sustained sense of belonging. While not everyone will always love you, you will see abundant, observable evidence that you&#8217;re always lovable. That means the skin you&#8217;re in has always been, and will always be, beautiful enough.</p>
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		<title>Command your time&#8230;Insight from Martha</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 02:21:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s springtime in the forest of Central California where I live, and everything seems to be happening at once. Wildflowers have blossomed in every field, like blue and yellow and pink paint poured over the green landscape. The wild turkeys are mating up a storm—bird porn wherever you look. My calendar seems to be experiencing&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/04/command-your-time-insight-from-martha/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/1267744_time.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-6960" alt="1267744_time" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/1267744_time.jpg" width="300" height="200" /></a>It’s springtime in the forest of Central California where I live, and everything seems to be happening at once. Wildflowers have blossomed in every field, like blue and yellow and pink paint poured over the green landscape. The wild turkeys are mating up a storm—bird porn wherever you look. My calendar seems to be experiencing the same riotous growth as everything else. My schedule is so packed with joyful and astonishing treats that there is barely an unscheduled moment left. Frankly, it’s terrifying.</p>
<p>I have always had a troubled relationship with time. I don’t like the way it passes, taking every material form along with it. I don’t like the way it pushes me, requiring that I put aside one joyful or necessary action to perform another. I don’t like the way it tires my body, and I fully resent the fact that it means I will not be a concert pianist, a circus acrobat, a wild animal tracker, and a neuroscientist during this lifetime.</p>
<p>Speaking of neuroscientists, I’ve been prepping for a workshop with 15 medical doctors who are frustrated with the way medicine is constructed by our culture. Led by the inimitable Lissa Rankin, MD, these brilliant physicians are coming here to begin forming new ideas about how they can run their lives and careers. As I read the entry forms for this corps of doctors, I am astonished and appalled by the brutal way their training has taught them to deal with their time. All of them crush more activity into an hour than most people do all day. But what gets crushed includes activities such as being present with the person who is dying, or eating a nutritious meal leisurely, or assuming an easy, relaxed pace as they open a human body and tinker with the mechanisms inside. How ironic those our culture considers healers of the body are forced to drive themselves without enough sleep, food, or play to keep their own bodies healthy. As we say in my coaching system, how can you give what you cannot live? </p>
<p>But whether or not you are a medical doctor, the tyranny of time very likely dominates your life. Our clocks, our calendars, our associations drive us like overburdened pack mules from one hurried task to another. Right now, if I let myself worry about the amount of work I think I must do this very day, I will topple off the tightrope of inner peace and into a full-on panic. I suspect the same may be true of you—if not today, then soon. One of the most essential tasks for living a life of purpose and joy is to command your time, rather than let it command you.</p>
<p>This will require that you steel yourself for enormous disapproval. Yesterday, I was torn between the conflicting demands of a friend who needed support and an appointment at an unknown destination. I left myself just enough time to get to the interview, but since it was at an unfamiliar location and I have the navigational skills of a cashew, I was late. The interviewer at the studio was not amused. He was testy and frustrated, as I would have been in his place. As I apologized, I realized I was facing a choice: beat myself up for misusing my time, or hold fast to my decision to be present for my friend and allow the interviewer his anger without changing my commitment to scheduling myself in the way that feels most soulful and authentic to me.</p>
<p>For a while I chose door #1. I got out my patented self-flagellation whip (no, it’s not real, you perv, it’s a metaphor) and told myself that somehow, next time, I would have to be less emotional, more professional, in my scheduling choices. Just as everyone has always predicted, I went straight to hell. Fortunately, I left right away. By the time I got home, I had reconnected myself to what is true for me at the deepest level. That is that no professional obligation is remotely as significant as one moment that bonds two human hearts and lives. I turned on a Bob Marley song and bellowed along at the top of my voice—&#8221;Don’t worry about a thing, ‘cause every little thing&#8217;s gonna be all right”—and it was. </p>
<p>This little story sums up all the steps to taking command of your own time. One: Set your schedule according to your deepest priorities. Two: When others object to this scheduling, respectfully decline to give a crap. Three: When you receive negative feedback for your scheduling choices, allow any feelings you may have; then sing and dance to Bob Marley until the bad feelings go away. (You may substitute Bach or ABBA or Usher for Bob Marley, although I would suggest that you avoid Enya as this could put you into an irreversible trance.)</p>
<p>This process is not for the faint of heart. It scares the willies out of me. But when I do it, something miraculous occurs. Time—which physicists know to be elastic—begins to bend and stretch for me. Tasks I thought would occupy hours get done in minutes. Helpers show up out of nowhere to help things go more quickly. And the things I do become so interesting that the timekeeper in my head stops altogether. Running your life by your heart, rather than your schedule, is the only method I know that is efficient enough to help us get everything done that we need to do.<em id="__mceDel"> </em></p>
<p>I’ll tell you what it’s time to do right now. It’s time to set your schedule in order so that you don’t look back on the day of your death and wonder why you never really lived. It’s time to ignore the opinions of those who think your life should be all about their cause, their rules, their agenda, and not your soul&#8217;s desire. It’s time to stop flagellating and start dancing. If you wish to argue about this, I must respectfully decline. I simply do not have the time.</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 10:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can&#8217;t say I always enjoy cardiovascular exercise. I don&#8217;t think anyone does. Oh, I&#8217;ve seen those infomercials featuring models whose granite abs and manic smiles become even more sharply defined at the very sight of workout equipment. But as we all know, these people are from Neptune. Being an Earth-human myself, I strongly resist&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/03/the-empathy-workout/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/901908_854083082.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-6909" title="901908_85408308" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/901908_854083082-199x300.jpg" alt="" width="199" height="300" /></a>I can&#8217;t say I always enjoy cardiovascular exercise. I don&#8217;t think anyone does. Oh, I&#8217;ve seen those infomercials featuring models whose granite abs and manic smiles become even more sharply defined at the very sight of workout equipment. But as we all know, these people are from Neptune. Being an Earth-human myself, I strongly resist abandoning my customary torpor to participate in perky physical activity of any kind. Nevertheless, I do cardio pretty regularly. I do it because I know my heart was designed to handle such challenges, because once I get started, I feel that it&#8217;s doing me good, and because if I stop for very long, my health begins to atrophy.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s another form of cardio that works much the same way, though it affects the emotional heart rather than the one made of auricles and ventricles. This workout consists of deliberately cultivating empathy. To empathize literally means &#8220;to suffer with,&#8221; to share the pain of other beings so entirely that their agony becomes our own. I know this sounds like a terrific hobby for a masochistic moron, but hear me out.</p>
<p>The reason to develop a capacity for empathy, and then exercise it regularly, is that only a heart strengthened by this kind of understanding can effectively deliver the oxygen of the spirit: love. </p>
<h3>Emotional Cardio</h3>
<p>Love requires connection between lover and beloved, and empathy is the quiet miracle by which this connection is forged. When you share others&#8217; suffering, you also share their experience of receiving your gift—the gift of being accompanied into grief or anguish rather than bearing it alone. Naturally, almost involuntarily, people will love you for this. If you&#8217;re in a state of empathy, you&#8217;ll feel their love for you as your own emotion, thus coming to understand what it means to love yourself. This will make you love the other person even more, and of course you&#8217;ll receive that love even as you give it, which makes it even deeper, and&#8230;well, you can see where this is going. Become an expert at it, and soon your life will be absolutely lousy with love. </p>
<p>I know one wise old man who has been working at empathy every day since becoming a meditation master early in his life. He matter-of-factly describes a state of complete empathic fitness as a &#8220;continuous emotional orgasm.&#8221; Who&#8217;s with me now? All right, then. Let&#8217;s talk about your exciting new cardio workout—but first, a crucial warning. </p>
<h3>Caveat Empathor</h3>
<p>Many people, especially those of us who&#8217;ve had a little bit of therapy, fall into an emotional trap Buddhists call &#8220;idiot compassion.&#8221; At first glance, this looks like empathy, but it&#8217;s actually projection. It encourages us to condone harmful behavior by assuming that the perpetrator is acting out of pain and helplessness. </p>
<p>&#8220;I know he&#8217;s just a hurting little boy inside,&#8221; says Jeanie, whose boyfriend, Hank, has just beaten the living tar out of her for the umpteenth time. &#8220;He&#8217;s so sensitive. His mama abandoned him. He even cries when he talks about it.&#8221; Because Jeanie herself would become violent only in the grip of intolerable torment, she thinks she understands Hank&#8217;s motivations—and so she excuses his behavior. Real empathy is not based on this kind of projection but on close observation. If she were a true empath, Jeanie would notice that Hank, while &#8220;so sensitive&#8221; to his own misery, never notices others&#8217; distress. </p>
<p>When Jeanie understands that no one who cares for her could act as he acts, she&#8217;ll drop the idiot compassion and get the hell out of Dodge. At that point, she&#8217;ll realize that real empathy doesn&#8217;t put us in harm&#8217;s way. It protects us. That&#8217;s just another reason to implement one of the following exercises: </p>
<h4><strong>Exercise 1: Learning to Listen </strong></h4>
<p><strong></strong>If you want to feel that you belong in the world, a family, or any relationship, you must tell your story. But if you want to see into the hearts of other beings, your first task is to hear their stories. Many people are gifted storytellers. Only the empathic are true storyhearers. </p>
<p>To become one of these people, start with conversation. Once a day, ask a friend, &#8220;How are you?&#8221; in a way that says you mean it. If they give you a stock answer (&#8220;Fine&#8221;), repeat the question: &#8220;No, really. How are you?&#8221; </p>
<p>You&#8217;ll soon realize that if your purpose is solely to understand, rather than to advise or protect, you can work a kind of magic: In the warmth of genuine caring, people open up like flowers. You&#8217;ll be amazed by the stories you&#8217;ll hear when you use this simple strategy with your children, your next-door neighbor, your aunt Flossie. You&#8217;ll learn things you never knew you never knew. </p>
<p>Even if you&#8217;re not in the company of people, you can work to increase your storyhearing techniques. Here&#8217;s a snippet from English teacher Jane Juska&#8217;s wonderful memoir, <em>A Round-Heeled Woman</em>, in which she describes teaching creative writing to prisoners in San Quentin: </p>
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<p>Suddenly Steve, silent until now, speaks: &#8220;&#8230;when we used to have a really fine librarian here, he gave me this book. It was Les Misérables&#8230;. That book changed my life. It gave me feelings, gave me empathy&#8230;Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo.&#8221; He is wrapping up this gift and holding it close. It is his forever. </p>
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<p>Books, movies, songs—stories told in any artistic medium can give you an empathy workout. To grow stronger, find stories that are unfamiliar. If you read, watch, or hear only things you know well, you&#8217;re looking for validation, not an expansion of empathy. There&#8217;s nothing wrong with that, but to achieve high levels of fitness, focus once a week on the story of someone who seems utterly different from you.</p>
<h4><strong>Exercise 2: Reverse Engineering</strong></h4>
<p><strong></strong>Some mechanical engineers spend their time disassembling machines to see how they were originally put together. You can use a similar technique to develop empathy, by working backward from the observable effects of emotion to the emotion itself.</p>
<p>Think of someone you&#8217;d like to understand—your enigmatic boss, your distant mother, the romantic interest who may or may not return your affections. Remember a recent interaction you had with this person—especially one that left you baffled as to how they were really feeling. Now imitate, as closely as you can, the physical posture, facial expression, exact words, and vocal inflection they used during that encounter. Notice what emotions arise within you.</p>
<p>What you feel will probably be very close to whatever the other person was going through. For example, when I &#8220;reverse engineer&#8221; the behavior of people I experience as critical or aloof, I usually find myself flooded with feelings of shyness, shame, or fear. It&#8217;s a lesson that has saved me no end of worry and defensiveness.</p>
<p>I train life coaches to use reverse engineering in real time, by subtly matching clients&#8217; body language, vocal tone, even breathing rate. It&#8217;s so effective that clients often think the coach must be psychic—how else could anyone &#8220;get them&#8221; so quickly and completely? Elementary, my dear Watson. The body shapes itself in response to emotion, and shaping one&#8217;s own body to match someone else&#8217;s is a quick ticket to empathy. </p>
<h4><strong>Exercise 3: Shape-Shifting </strong></h4>
<p><strong></strong>In folklore, shape-shifters are beings with the ability to become anyone or anything. As a child, I was fascinated by this concept, and used to pretend that I could instantaneously switch places with other people, animals, even inanimate objects. What if I woke up one morning in the body—and the life—of my best friend, or a bank robber, or the president? What if, like Kafka&#8217;s fictional Gregor, I suddenly became a cockroach? (You could find people who think I&#8217;ve actually done this.) My point is, what would it feel like to be them? How would I cope? What would I do next?</p>
<p>I still play this game, especially in public places. I recommend you try it, soon. See that strange man in the orange polyester suit putting 37 packets of sweetener into his extra-grande mochaccino with soy milk? What if—<em>zap!</em>—you suddenly switched bodies with him? What would it be like to wear that suit, that face, that physique? What impulse would lead to sugaring a cup of coffee like that, let alone drinking it?</p>
<p>I can feel this shape-shifting developing my empathy. It gives my heart a stretch, makes me entertain unfamiliar thoughts and feelings, leaves me with the sensation that I&#8217;ve completed a stomp session on an emotional StairMaster. And if I want to ramp up my workout, it&#8217;s just a short hop to some practices that work even better, and have been tested for centuries.</p>
<h4><strong>Exercise 4: Metta-tation </strong></h4>
<p><strong></strong>World-class empathizers like my friend the meditation master (he of the continuous emotional orgasm) conduct a daily regimen of metta, or lovingkindness, meditation. This involves focusing all of one&#8217;s attention on a certain individual and offering loving wishes to that person with each breath you take, for several minutes at a time.</p>
<p>Classic metta practice starts with your own sweet self. For five minutes, with each breath, offer yourself kind thoughts (May I be happy, may I feel joy, etc.). Taking these few minutes every day can put you on the road to complete, uncritical acceptance—the foundation on which all empathy is based. (Reaching that point, admittedly, takes years for most of us incomplete and self-critical people.)</p>
<p>Then switch the focus of your kind thoughts onto a friend or family member. When you feel a sense of emotional union with that person, target someone you barely know. As a final, black-belt exercise, project metta thoughts onto one of your worst enemies until you can begin to feel for them. Don&#8217;t rush this process, or (God forbid) fake it. You&#8217;ll only become a saccharine pseudo-empathizer, wearing the plastic smile of a fitness model from Neptune. </p>
<h3>The Payoff</h3>
<p>The thing about cardio is that once you get used to it, you can feel it making you stronger, calming you down, improving your quality of life. Regular empathy practice keeps you on the edge of your emotional fitness, but the benefits are enormous: an awareness of union that banishes loneliness, a natural ability to connect and relate to others, protection from idiot compassion, a wider, deeper life. As your empathy grows, you&#8217;ll find that it&#8217;s infinite and that through it, you transcend your isolation and find yourself at home in the universe. I promise, it&#8217;ll do your heart good.</p>
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		<title>On Martha&#8217;s Bookshelf: If You Knew Me You Would Care</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 10:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This month I’d like to recommend a book that carries an almost indescribable amount of psychological and spiritual power. If You Knew Me You Would Care is a combination of stories and photographs that capture the experience of women who have survived wars and atrocities in some of the most devastated parts of our planet. I don&#8217;t&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/03/if-you-knew-me-you-would-care/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1576876195/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=1576876195&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=marthabeck-20&quot;"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-6862" style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;" title="If_You_Knew_Me_front_cover_small" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/If_You_Knew_Me_front_cover_small.png" alt="" width="145" height="210" /></a>This month I’d like to recommend a book that carries an almost indescribable amount of psychological and spiritual power. <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1576876195/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=1576876195&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=marthabeck-20&quot;">If You Knew Me You Would Care</a></em> is a combination of stories and photographs that capture the experience of women who have survived wars and atrocities in some of the most devastated parts of our planet.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t love this because the author and photographer who created it are some of my dearest friends. It’s actually the other way around; they are two of my dearest friends because they create things like this book.</p>
<p>Zainab Salbi is a gifted author who created <a href="http://www.womenforwomen.org/">Women for Women International</a>, an organization to help female survivors of war. If it’s true that a picture is worth a thousand words, then photographer Rennio Maifredi provides the equivalent of a million poignant words with his stunning portraits of the women whose stories Zainab has so beautifully written.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve pre-ordered ten copies of this book. If you want to understand how much one person can change the world, please order it yourself. It will link you to the beautiful organic organization we like to call “The Team” with a kind of golden spider silk: beautiful, delicate, and indestructible. This is one of those books that I can’t really describe to you. You have to see it to know how much it means. Get it, page through it, read it. You will never forget it.</p>
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		<title>The Labyrinth of Life&#8230; Insight from Martha</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Mar 2013 10:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martha Beck</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the past few days, I’ve been busy helping to build a labyrinth. My awesome friend Chris Brandt, master coach and landscape design artist, came and spray-painted an ancient pattern onto a 40-foot circle of earth under some huge oak trees near my house, and then everyone got busy finding rocks to mark the pattern&#160;-&#160;<a href="http://marthabeck.com/2013/03/the-labyrinth-of-life/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/rock_labyrinth.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-6859" title="rock_labyrinth" src="http://marthabeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/rock_labyrinth.jpg" alt="" width="240" height="152" /></a>For the past few days, I’ve been busy helping to build a labyrinth. My awesome friend Chris Brandt, master coach and landscape design artist, came and spray-painted an ancient pattern onto a 40-foot circle of earth under some huge oak trees near my house, and then everyone got busy finding rocks to mark the pattern as the rain washed it away. We put a statue of Kuan Yin, an ancient Chinese goddess representing compassion, at the entrance to the labyrinth. It’s like a gigantic human brain, all folded into itself. </p>
<p>I told a friend about this on the phone and she said, “I know how to solve those. You just keep your hand on one wall, and you’ll find your way out.” She thought I meant a maze. This is how our culture sees things: you’re in a place full of tricks and blind alleys, but if you’re clever enough, you’ll “solve” it and get out. That’s not what a labyrinth is. It’s a path you walk as a kind of meditative practice. You could walk out of it at any time, but you follow the patterns at your feet while releasing the patterns in your mind. Walking labyrinths is an ancient custom. Now I know why. I’ve walked my own labyrinth just a few times, and its curving lines have taken me straight to the truth about the way I live my life.</p>
<p>About halfway through my first walk, I found myself feeling terrified and angry. My thoughts went something like this: “This is such a waste of time. What am I doing here? I was two feet away from here before, now I’m doubling back for no reason—where is this taking me? What’s the goal? I can get there faster than this if I just jump….” on and on, ad nauseum.</p>
<p>As every life coach knows, the way we do anything is the way we do everything. The same thoughts that make me squirm in the labyrinth torture me when I’m writing, emailing, even sleeping. I should be going faster, getting somewhere. I should have more to show for this. I shouldn’t have to double back, to revisit old emotional issues, to wipe the same damn kitchen counter every day. These thoughts burble along just under the surface of my consciousness every day. They make me slightly anxious—okay, some days irrationally terrified—and lend a driven quality to moments when I could be relaxed and present.</p>
<p>I’ve heard the same comments from countless people, all schooled to the same obsession with forward progress. We set goals, draw flowcharts, march forward, criticize ourselves if we have to go back, if the same old stuff comes back to haunt us. We want to be DONE with things: the chronic pain, the haunting doubt, the bad relationship patterns, the grief of loss. We want to solve the maze and get out, to the place where we imagine there will be no problems to solve.</p>
<p>The labyrinth is teaching me to question the bits of driven, linear, achievement-based dysfunction that can make me miserable in a life of incredible blessings and good fortune. We didn’t enter life to get it done. There is no place not worth revisiting. We double back to find the pieces of ourselves that still clutch the same issues like a baby clutching its pacifier. Compassion invited us to this unbearably repetitive, slow, complex path of self-discovery, to show us that only when we surrender our idea of how things <em>should be going</em> do we notice that the entire thing is breathtakingly beautiful.</p>
<p>My loved ones and I are still building the labyrinth. Our land is not particularly rocky, so we’ve become obsessed with rocks the way a teenage starlet is obsessed with shopping. We cruise slowly past areas of nearby roads marked with “falling rock” warning signs, then stop the car, heave a few mini-boulders into the car, and speed off feeling the joy of acquisition. We have a goal (finish the labyrinth), we have a process (find rocks and arrange them), and the sense of purpose that comes with that is so familiar, so comfortingly linear. But in the end, what we’re building is a circuitous, contemplative, enfolded path that teaches us to be comfortable with the circuitous, repetitive, contemplative aspects of our lives.</p>
<p>Today, if you’re confronting an issue for the ten thousandth time, or feeling that your life is going nowhere, or panicking over how little you’ve achieved, stop and breathe. You’re not falling behind on some linear race through time. You’re walking the labyrinth of life. Yes, you’re meant to move forward, but almost never in a straight line. Yes, there’s an element of achievement, of beginning and ending, but those are minor compared to the element of being here now. In the moments you stop trying to conquer the labyrinth of life and simply inhabit it, you’ll realize it was designed to hold you safe as you explore what feels dangerous. You’ll see that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be, meandering along a crooked path that is meant to lead you not onward, but inward. </p>
<p>As Proust wrote, “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” Stop now, right now, and look around you. This is your place in the labyrinth. There is no place else you need to be. See with eyes that aren’t fixed on goals, or focused on flaws. You are part of the endless, winding beauty. And as you learn to see the dappled loveliness of your life, as your new eyes help you begin loving the labyrinth, you’ll slowly come to realize that the labyrinth was made solely for the purpose of loving you.</p>
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