Fluid Motion

I told my oldest friend, when he called me to congratulate me on being featured in a podcast – and more importantly, to reprimand me once again on my tendency to focus on half-empty glasses – public notice is, for me, a metric of accomplishment.

Looking for relevanceOn “Morning Joe” last summer, Richard Haas, President of the Council on Foreign Relations and a former close advisor to Secretary of State Colin Powell, made a powerful statement about what we do on the downslope from our peak.  He was speaking on the occasion of Zbigniew Brzezinski’s death, about the place “Zbig” made for himself in the world after retiring from public service.  With apologies for paraphrasing: He didn’t need an inbox to make him relevant.  He woke up each day and made himself relevant.

This inserted itself into my recurring mental loop about loss of relevance and revealed the lie in that long-running tape.

Make. Ourselves. Relevant.

It’s not just easy but fundamental to our identification of self to measure accomplishment in the context of being needed.  When it seems like no one needs us, we feel terrible and reflexively try to find a place and a role where someone does.  Conversely, the embrace of need is dopamine to the brain: we feel validated, potent, on top of the world.

On top of the world

For someone who’s always been pretty Type-A and demanding of himself, a response from those around me has always been both affirming and confirmatory of my “relevance.”  I told my oldest friend, when he called me to congratulate me on being featured in a podcast – and more importantly, to reprimand me once again on my tendency to focus on half-empty glasses – public notice is, for me, a metric of accomplishment.

Some people are probably much better at it, others much worse, but the truth of the matter is that I’m not very good at being in the moment.  So I retrace old patterns and seek old measures that aren’t especially relevant anymore.  Or at least shouldn’t be.  More importantly, Haas’ comment made me realize two things that I would have said I already knew, but apparently didn’t:  first, that the unavoidable transition from the grace of youth and power and impact is a continuing evolution not an endpoint, and second that after years of insisting that I have an internal locus of control. meaning I, not others, control my own destiny, I’ve been acting lately in a way that suggests I’m full of shit.

It took me back to a book I read in freshman year of college, The Consolation of Philosophy, written by Boethius in the fifth century.  The whole thing was about free will vs. predetermined fate, and I think I have lived a career based on the former and a personal life based on the latter.  But I’ve fallen into the trap of the self-possessed guy who checks into the hospital for some tests, finds out something is wrong, and is transformed into a patient with astonishing speed.  Nothing changes – and everything changes.

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The Consolation of Philosophy

The transformation is imposed by the institution, an imposition by weight and unfamiliarity into a world where there is no individual free will, where the external locus of control becomes pre-eminent.  Tom Brokaw describes this in his recent autobiography A Lucky Life, Interrupted – how even the most self-possessed, connected individual, with access to the best resources and a powerfully affirming and informed and attentive family and friends, becomes multiple myeloma patient Tom Brokaw instead of network anchor Tom Brokaw.  He overcomes a horrible year; yet you know the victory is transient.  But we don’t all have cancer, and the shift from the CEO that I was for a very long time to “lifestyle” businessperson and adjunct college instructor isn’t an inescapable life sentence.

The point is, thank you Boethius, that we have a choice.  We can let ourselves devolve into the role of “patient,” our figurative rear ends poking embarrassingly out the back of the gown of being older.  Or we can stop defining ourselves differently because we occupy a different place in the world.  The flooded inbox is an annoyance, not a ratification and the fact that it’s no longer making constant, stressful demands is a gift.  The world has not stopped reacting to our efforts, we’ve just gotten less fiery and determined about trying to make a dent in it.

Dent in universe

The key to this is redefining relevance.  My kids are old enough to be bridling under other people’s decisions (come to think of it, they’ve always been that way), and given their DNA I’m pretty sure starting their own businesses is an inevitability.  There’s a different but no less meaningful guiding role for me there, not as CEO or father, but maybe some combination of the two.  I think/hope that will be the result of doing both jobs well.

My wife’s an artist, inhibited as many artists are, by the demons of self-doubt.  There’s a different but no less powerful role there in our relationship, not as director but maybe as muse.  And she is both looked up to and sought out for advice by my kids (they’re not her own), which is pretty darn wonderful.

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My consulting activity isn’t as driven it once was, but my circumstances enable me to help small companies instead of big ones, and that’s a different but maybe similarly important capacity.  There’s time, not just to do stuff because I’m not working all the time, but because I enjoy a different pace.  A really amazing and surprising thing is how much I, who moved always at a frighteningly rapid stride, singularly enjoy the sensation of slower movement.  It’s not that I can’t run, it’s that I don’t particularly want to.  I love the very weird and fluid sensation of feeling my joints move gradually.

In a further tribute to Zbig, who died over a weekend last May. Jimmy Carter eulogized him as a man who “defined originality and principal.”  I’d like to think that still applies to my life, though as usual I’ll look to others for the confirming metric.  There’s a guy named Brian Andreas, who writes and illustrates a body of work called Story People.  I get his daily email.  This is what it said the day I composed this post:

How to Live a Life (or at least what I know so far…)

  1. You already are. Now, when are you going to choose to enjoy it?

   (How’s that for clearing up the clutter?)

I’m reminded once again that I’ve got some work to do when I get up tomorrow.

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