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What does The Karate Kid have to do with goal planning?

A big theme we hear about from clients all the time is the struggle with implementing goals. The actual DOING versus the part that, frankly, is more fun…visioning and planning!

Taking action is incredibly important when it comes to goals, and yet it’s often the part that we struggle with the most. 

There’s a Zen proverb that comes to mind when we think of this stage of goal planning: “Before enlightenment; chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment; chop wood, carry water.”

Remember that 80’s movie The Karate Kid?  When Daniel asks Mr. Miyagi to teach him karate, Miyagi has him waxing cars and buffing floors in very particular ways.  Daniel, of course, gets incredibly frustrated and feels like Miyagi is just using him to do all of his chores.  Later on Daniel realizes Miyagi was helping him build a strong foundation for becoming highly skilled in karate. Miyagi had Daniel work with his resistance, push through the feelings of boredom and frustration, and create action that was so frequently practiced it became habit.  

Chop wood, carry water.  Wax on, wax off.

Two major factors came into play with Daniel and Mr. Miyagi.  It was a combination of 100% commitment to the goal AND the right accountability that allowed Daniel to take action and succeed.  Even when the action was super repetitive and annoying, even when he was exhausted and frustrated.  Daniel was deeply committed to learning karate, and he sought out accountability from someone who knew what they were talking about and pushed him to achieve more than he dreamed possible.

So we’ve got two questions for you this week:

Are you 100% committed to your goals?

Who or what is holding you accountable?

Be a Daniel. Go find your Mr. Miyagi. 

And if nothing else, we hope if you– for some wild reason– have never seen The Karate Kid, you’re resolving that issue right away!

Going Above and Beyond

Photo credit: Jeff Blake, USA Today Sports

Recently Next Level Wealth had the honor of being a sponsor for an incredible speaker. Everyone who attended this event walked away in awe of his story and inspired to do more.

Chris Singleton is a former minor league baseball player drafted by the Chicago Cubs. He is now a nationally-renowned speaker with a message of unity, resilience and forgiveness, following the loss of his mother in the 2015 Mother Emanuel Church tragedy in Charleston, South Carolina.

When then-18 year old Chris lost his mother in this racist attack, his mission changed from making it to the big leagues to rooting out racism one person at a time. He went from big brother to father figure overnight. Everything he thought he knew was turned upside down.

Chris talked about privilege through a story a mentor once told him–privilege is like being born on second base without ever picking up the bat. The issue is when you believe you got to second base by hitting a double. 

He also shared what happened when he arrived at his mother’s church after the shooting Chris desperately wanted to go inside and find her (at this point he didn’t know if she was dead or alive). He was stopped by a police officer, who told him he wasn’t allowed in.  Chris was distraught and frantic, and the officer took the time to help Chris get where he needed to be to find out more information. In the midst of the chaos, the officer stepped away from his duties to go above and beyond his job and help Chris.

He never forgot that act of kindness, and the countless other acts of kindness he and his family received during that time.

Chris challenged all of us to acknowledge our privilege and go above and beyond what is expected.

In this season of gratitude and generosity, are you holding this awareness for yourself?  Are you going above and beyond “good enough” in your life and business? Are you sharing generously with others, in whatever ways you’re able?

It’s amazing how much a simple act of generosity can impact someone’s life.  Most of the time, we have no idea just how much.

Less Than Excellent

Today I was lying on my yoga mat in a 95 degree studio surrounded by amazing yogis.  These are people who can flip, contort and flex themselves into all manner of poses and inversions at will.  They baffle and amaze me.  I am not this type of yogi–I’m awkward and stilted at times, and often get stuck in poses due to very tight hips and hamstrings.  I do yoga mostly for my brain and will never be a traditionally amazing yogi.  

I was on the mat preparing for class (which means I was lying there, trying to remember to breathe and both hoping the class would start and hoping it would never start at the same time) when a phrase from my past popped into my mind that I hadn’t thought of in a long time–Less than excellent. 

Less than excellent.  I thought, this is a studio of excellence and I am less than excellent.  I let this thought wash over me without judgment, with curiosity–as yoga and meditation has taught me to do.

Twenty five years ago I went to a school of excellence, and when I became less than excellent, they asked me to leave.  Back then, mental health issues were even less directly addressed than they are now.  Though I have forgiven the school (there were ways they helped me that my adult self now understands), at the time it felt as if they were saying: we only want kids who are excellent here and this version of you–this depressed, OCD, way too sad version of you–does not belong here.

I moved through the yoga class and it was one of my best.  I felt flexible, graceful and fluid, even though I was still unable to do many of the arm balances and inversions.  As I reflected on the class and why I felt so good, I began to understand that “less than excellent” is my superpower.  

I learned a very powerful lesson all those years ago.  I did leave school and got the right support that helped me heal and understand myself at a higher level, and that experience has contributed to the success I experience today.  It led me to develop an understanding for others and their hard experiences at a deeper level.  It showed me that being less than excellent didn’t mean I had to give up, and that I won’t die from not being the best.  I became resilient, and out of all the character traits I’ve developed in my life–this is the one that I’m most proud of and serves me best.

I ended up going back to that school a few months later, stronger and still less than excellent. It wasn’t easy to face administration and teenagers who knew my story. It was kind of like that nightmare you have where you show up to school with no clothes on–it felt like everyone was staring at my insides.  And here’s what I learned: that being excellent is not the thing I need to strive for, that showing up and being the least impressive or together person in the room is ok.  I learned that none of us are excellent and that makes all of us excellent.

In business, this allows me the confidence to take necessary risks, to show up in rooms that I don’t yet belong in, to go for the thing or role I am probably not ready for.  Because I can be less than excellent, I am not afraid to fail or stumble or be vulnerable.  It allows me to show up to yoga class every day and give it my all, even if I can’t do a crow pose or a handstand.  

I’m so thankful I learned that lesson early.  Being less than excellent saved me from a lifetime of perfectionism.  There are times when I still struggle with this, of course–I like to achieve my highest goals the same as anyone else does.  Being resilient doesn’t mean I never struggle with perfectionism or disappointment–it means I don’t avoid taking risks, even though I KNOW I won’t always get what I want.  Everything that has ever meant something to me came with risks and costs, so here are two things I know for sure:  I can trust myself and my own resilience to handle whatever happens, and I certainly won’t get what I want if I don’t try.

If you resonate with my story, I’d love to hear more from you.  And if any of you reading this could use some support in building resilience and confidence, in letting go of perfectionism–we’re here for you.  

Love,

Jen