I went for my first check up yesterday, one week after the fall and break of my arm.

 

Doctor Bustamante slapped the X-rays on the light box and exclaimed that if all his patients looked like me, he’d be a very happy man.  It is perfect, he said, perfect.  You will heal 100%.  But, he continued, I am only as good a surgeon as I have good a patient.  I am simply a guide towards healing.  You do the work.  Without you, I am nothing.  And I thought – wow.  He is a philosopher orthopedist.  He completely gets it.  He is like Coach Doc!  I could have used those very same words in regards to my own clients.  I just tip them where I see a good tipping point in the direction of their dreams.

 

He went on to talk about the surgeries he has learnt that he likes to do, and those he doesn’t.  Dr. Bustamante likes fixing knees, shoulders, arms like mine.   He sent his wife to his colleague for her bunion surgery.  I haven’t done bunions in 10 years, he said.  I could, but I don’t want to do it.  Again, I was blown away by this man’s self-knowledge and what he was willing to acknowledge about who he was.  I walked out of my appointment grateful for his skill but also the contribution of his own thinking.

 

I too have started to learn and acknowledge what I am and what I am not.

My friends call me Tinkerbell and that sums it up.  They tell me I fly in, spread fairy dust, and fly off.  What that means, practically speaking, is that I your greatest hired gum.  I am not an empire builder.  I will carry through a project to brilliant completion.  I will never earn a gold watch in a company.

 

One way to tell who you are and who you are not is to confront the question of what you are willing to pay the price for.  This does not mean that you are giving up on “being all that you can be” – rather that you are being what you are meant to be.  Which is yourself, in all your spending glory, and so uniquely that, that nothing can compare.

 

I promise you, hand on my heart, that you get way more leverage doing shoulders and knees if bunions aren’t your thing.

 

Is there anywhere you are going against your own grain in the name of growth…?

Are there places where you have strayed from your true nature because of what you think you ought to do…?

 

Let me know.

 

Love you,

Jo