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Vous sentez le besoin de prendre en compte l'écologie dans votre service ou votre organisation, mais comment concilier économie et écologie au-delà d'un peu de vernis ?
This guy I’m dating called my kids a “pain in the ass” last night because they were jacking up his game. He was trying to be all sexy-like, chef-ing up his signature spaghetti and clams to the mellow strains of Coltrane, sipping red wine, and delivering beers and sliced cheese to me on the couch like some kind of fine dining maître d' who makes house calls.
As the mouth-watering aroma of garlic sautéing in olive oil punctuated by the occasional hiss of noodle water disintegrating on a hot burner mingled and meandered our way, he attempted to cozy up to me on the couch. That’s when his balls fielded a 4-year-old foot, my hair was pulled from behind by a 1-year-old crib fugitive and my private maître d’—who had been kissing my neck before being so savagely interrupted—gasped to my ear lobe that my kids are a huge pain in the ass. I giggled.
I should probably tell you that the guy I’m dating is the father of aforementioned ballbuster and fugitive and moonlights as my ex-husband.
I’m dating my ex-husband. I’m not really sure why, other than I’m not really sure why not. He’s smart, sexy, really digs my (his) kids, cooks better than any guy I know, loves feeding me his creations and has a way with words. Basically, I got to realizing that I’m this single woman who’s been looking to spend time with someone (but not just anyone) and there’s this smokin’ hot single dad who lives twenty minutes down the road and has a thing for chicks with a crazy streak a mile wide.
Turns out, that guy happens to dig me. Matter of fact, he’s way into me. I’m not really sure why. I’m a bigger pain in the ass than my kids, frankly. But he seems to get off on it. So what the hell—we went on a date a couple weeks ago. It was strange and amazing. We had a fantastic time talking about TV and movies and books and people and life and social media shenanigans and dating after divorce; how it always felt like something was missing but we kept at it because it seemed like the thing to do when you’re desperately trying to recover from a haunted heart. At the end of the date, we feverishly made out in my driveway so we made plans to hang out again. And again. And again.
We spend a lot of time talking and getting to know each other. He asks question after question, and seems genuinely interested in who I am. He wants to know how I feel, what I think, where I’ve been, where I want to go. It’s exciting and scary and yeah, weird, but whatever, you know?
I’ve kissed a couple frogs this past year after separating and divorcing, but I ultimately came to realize that after our breakup he’s become the man I was looking for all along.
I kinda dig this writer dude who cooks and intimately knows what it’s like to wrangle three children who drive you crazy/you love madly and he really likes me and perhaps most importantly, my kids really seem to like him.
Besides, he knows my last relationship ruined me for marriage. I’m not looking to get married ever again and he seems cool with it. His last relationship was a doozy as well.
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Face à une société civile plus clivée que jamais, comment réunir les habitants et acteurs de mon territoire autour de projets de transitions nécessaires ?
Faire face au désengagement de vos partenaires ou habitants du territoire
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Comment explorer ensemble nos problématiques et mobiliser autour de solutions coconstruites sans tomber dans le débat d'opinions improductif ?
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“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it — don’t cheat with it.” — Ernest Hemingway
And then he blew his brains out.
But don’t dwell on that.
I mean, c’mon. He’s Hemingway. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he had to do once he realized that all of his tarpon had been caught, and that the evening drinks weren’t nearly enough anymore. The ending is just the ending, but it’s never the end, I guess. And if you even dabble around with writing and you can’t read something like that quote from Hemingway and understand that he is actually talking to you, a still living, breathing son-of-a-bitch, dropping the wisdom on your ass from beyond the grave, well, then you probably should just stop your writing altogether and join the wide ranks of American dullards who will tell you straight-up, with serious eyes, that they haven’t written a damn thing since the finals week of high school.
If you don’t write, it doesn’t make much difference to me, though, because you’re here reading this anyway and that means you still have a dog in the fight. Look, you’re going to end up walking away from whatever I’m about to tell you with one of two notions clanking around in your head: you’re either going to buy it or you’re not.
It’s that simple.
That’s why we read/that’s why I write.
So let’s just see where we can land this thing, people.
Our marriage was so many ups and downs at once that I sometimes have trouble figuring out which ones I want to keep and which ones I want to let the maggots devour out in my summertime trash can. We met in a bar and we made out in her truck and then we went our separate ways at dawn like I guess you’re supposed to do — walk of shame and all that. But we were the ones who couldn’t let it go.
Is there a word for that? I’ve always thought it was "love," but what do I know?
By the next day, though, my world, our world, had changed forever.
Maybe that sort of thing has happened to you, too. Maybe you ended up falling in love with someone in the course of one evening and the two of you didn’t just let a one-night stand remain a one-night stand.
I hope so. I hope you have experienced that. It’s fucking wonderful, man. It really is.
The magic that was born into my life the night I met Monica almost a decade ago wasn’t something I misinterpreted, I’ll tell you that much. It was actually the opposite of any of that. Oh, don’t get me wrong — I lusted after her for a few hours at some Salt Lake City bar, sitting there talking to her, hearing her voice go in and out of my ears and listening to her but also not listening to her at times as I felt my blood sizzling down in my veins and I just wanted to grab her and take her right there on the freaking bar. I don’t know if she felt that way, right then. Women often don’t. But maybe she did, I don’t know. Later on, she did — I know that much.
Later on, she wanted to kiss me and she damn well did, buckaroo, letting me have it in the parking lot of the Super 8 over by the Perkin’s Pancake House.
I’ll never be the same.
Hell, even if I could be, I would refuse the offer.
It never took us long to figure out a way to go at each other and, for my part, I was intensely good at slinging words around that could hurt her.
Marriage is an animal that you have to feed and walk and pick up its stinky shits, even if it’s raining or the sun is blazing down and you just don’t feel like doing it. People forget that a lot. I forgot it. Or, more precisely, I never even realized that to begin with. I had no idea about marriage. I had never even thought about getting married and then, boom, I meet this girl, we hang out maybe a total of a hundred hours and we get hitched.
We were sure it was the right thing to do. No one can ever take that away from us. We came to a cliff we invented in our mind and, six weeks into knowing one another, we took each other’s hand without even touching eyeballs and we leaped.
Now we have three beautiful kids from the deal.
How could I ever regret any of that?
We argued.
We were supposed to be born two mountain rams, me and her, bashing heads on hoof-wide cliffs way up above the clouds. Somehow we got switched up though. Somehow we came down as humans.
The years rolled by and our petty arguments were as common as morning coffee, busting up out of perfectly sedate moments of our day, out of the tiniest missteps in words or looks, like land mines blowing off our legs. It never took us long to figure out a way to go at each other and, for my part, I was intensely good at slinging words around that could hurt her.
I’m not proud of that, believe me. I’ll always hate myself for the things I said along the way.
And even then I don’t know that that would be enough. I might need your brain and your eyes to get the job done right and at that point it’s just too much work.
With Monica and me, nothing really ever clicked right, I guess. Am I not clickable? I often wonder about that. I ponder the possibility that I’m just one of those immature dudes who needs to be alone in life, unattached, unable to hurt another. I could accept that, I think, but then I realize that that’s such a lame cop-out. Love is what you make it, lazybones.
It doesn’t matter much now, even though I still find myself trying to figure out what exactly went wrong with us.
It’s almost like, how could something so wildly magical in the beginning turn out to be such a goddamn drag?
Here’s the thing: If being married to me and all of my personal quirks/shortfalls/mean streaks/irresponsibility/whatever was enough to finally upend Monica’s consciousness and she woke up one day and realized that everything about her union to me was making her sad and unhappy, then what does that say about me? What the hell does that say about the fact that SHE was the one who called us out on a failing marriage, that SHE was the one to hit the brakes before we ran out of rail?
I’ll tell you what it says. It says that I would have more than likely been one of those zombies who would have gone on and on forever, just staying put, shoveling calories down my gob to ease the pain, drinking too much, never saying anything relevant or worthwhile even, collapsing within myself a thousand times a day, all in some sloppy unconscious effort to never have to deal with the reality that our old magic had molded over, and that everything good we might have had had been replaced by some more bitter, mindless version of its former self.
Towards the end, we’d pass each other in the morning kitchen and it felt like work. That’s when you know. Or, for God’s sakes, that’s when you at least ought to know. As much as I hate to admit it now, Monica knew. And I thank the soft Baby Jesus for that.
My Monica knew.
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I write about my broken heart and it’s as real as anything I have ever known — and that’s why I do it, not for sympathy or any of that crap. I don’t need your sympathy, trust me. I could use your credit card, but you can keep your puppy pats for somebody else. What I’m dealing with, meaning what became of my love affair with a woman who I’m divorcing — I created it, man, or really helped create it, and I need to own that for all that its worth. The heartbreak is my own and you can sniff it if you want and get high off it or whatever you get from it and I’m glad to share it with you, but in the end it’s all mine forever.
I wish upon every single star in the fucking universe that I could turn it all around, that somehow I could have been the guy back then that I feel like I am becoming now.
But I doubt I would have been able to swing that. Looking at it all now, the strength and patience and love that I am finding within me now could never have been born of anything but the end of us. Weird as that sounds is as true as it is.
It’s all so hard to figure out.
Every single day feels like a dream coming unwound in my hands, but I’m too asleep to do anything about it. I just have to follow it down until the morning comes.
You know, sometimes I hear people talk about how forest fires, as nasty as they are, how they really help open up a lot of seeds for the next go around, for the next forest that will rise where the old one used to reign. I like that idea.
We took something pretty special and we burnt it down, Monica and I. It happens. It hurts more than words, even though sometimes the words are all you’ve got.
J'ai pris conscience des effondrements...me voilà bien.
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Vous avez pris conscience des effondrements écologiques en cours, à votre échelle personnelle vous avez pris certaines actions (zéro déchet, mobilité douce quand c'est possible,...) mais vous souhaitez faire plus : comment contribuer dans votre vie professionnelle également ?
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choix d'orientation ou de carrière professionnelle, choix de déménager, de reprendre ou de quitter une relation...comment choisir quand tout est trop embrouillé, incertain, complexe ?
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...choix d'orientation ou de carrière professionnelle, choix de déménager, de reprendre ou de quitter une relation...comment choisir quand tout est trop embrouillé ?
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...ma situation pro ou perso, par cette société qui va droit dans le mur, par les injustices comises dans le monde et proche de chez moi,... Comment retrouver l'élan de vie en moi ?
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...ma situation pro ou perso, cette société qui va dans le mur, les injustices comises dans le monde ou proches de chez moi, comment retrouver un élan de vie face à cela ?
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la disparition des animaux sauvages, l'effondrement de la biodiversité, l'irrespect des humains envers les non humains...Comment avoir envie de contribuer dans cette société pourrie ?
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la disparation des animaux sauvages, l'effondrement de la biodiversité, l'irrespect des humains envers les non-humains...Comment avoir envie de contribuer dans cette société pourrie ?
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Vous maitrisez la gestion de projet, vous gérez bien votre organisation, pourtant, tout est de plus en plus compliqué et vous perdez le goût de la gestion parfois...
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Les tensions interpersonnelles sont très vives. Pourtant vous avez fait appel à des consultants et des formateurs pour résoudre les problématiques d'engagement et de motivations de vos employés, et le problème revient...ou pire, il n'est jamais parti...
Mon métier, ma fonction
Pionnière de la science informatique
Ma présentation
J'ai réalisé le premier véritable programme informatique, lors de mon travail sur un ancêtre de l'ordinateur : la machine analytique de Charles Babbage.
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Vous souhaitez contribuer aux prises de conscience environnementales et sociales grâce à votre action économique, mais vous ne savez pas par quelle étape commencer.
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Vous savez tout ce que vous avez à faire pour tenir le cap, et c'est beaucoup trop, vos équipes ou vous même allez vous épuiser (si ce n'est pas déjà le cas).
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Vous sentez vos collaborateurs submergés, plus ou moins perdus dans toutes les mauvaises nouvelles qui s'accumulent et vous vous demandez comment garder le sens de votre engagement ?
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Un programme en ligne pour développer ton impact de coach ou facilitataire grâce à la Théorie U
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Développe ton impact de coach ou facilitataire grâce à la Théorie U
Tu es facilitataire en intelligence collective, coach, accompagnataire individuel ou collectif et tu cherches à développer ta pratique, tes outils et ta posture pour être plus efficient dans tes accompagnements ?
Tu as entendu parler de la théorie U et tu as envie de la découvrir en la pratiquant ?
Rejoins le Uman Lab pour apprendre à co-créer des solutions innovantes avec tes client·es
Pratique les outils de la théorie U et vis ces bénéfices au service de tes (futur·es) client·es :
Accrois ta présence et ton écoute profonde :
Cultive une présence authentique qui inspire confiance et ouverture.
Développe ton écoute générative pour ressentir les opportunités et les besoins émergents de tes client·es.
Clarifie vision et intentions :
Aide tes clients à clarifier et aligner leurs visions personnelles et professionnelles.
Soutiens l'action juste par la formulation d'intentions claires et motivantes.
Crée des espaces de co-création :
Promeut un environnement propice à l'innovation et à l'émergence d'idées nouvelles.
Pratique des processus systémiques pour laisser émerger des solutions innovantes qui favorisent le bien-être de tes client·es, de leur environnement et plus large.
Accompagne la transformation personnelle et collective :
Accompagne tes client·es dans des transformations profondes et durables quel que soit leurs valeurs organisationnelles.
Encourage tes client·es à explorer des niveaux plus profonds de conscience et de réflexion.
Gère le changement et renforce la résilience :
Utilise des outils pour les accompagner efficacement à travers des périodes de grand changement et d'incertitude.
Renforce leur capacité à naviguer les transitions avec confiance.
Développe la conscience systémique et réduis les blocages :
Aide tes clients à comprendre les dynamiques systémiques et les interconnexions dans leurs contextes personnels et professionnels.
Utilise des outils pour identifier des résistances au changement et en faire des leviers de réussite.
Un parcours dynamique distanciel
6 séances de 3h
5 séances, 1/semaine, pour vivre les 5 temps de la théorie U en 5 semaines
1 séance un mois après pour intégrer durablement les apprentissages
Un petit groupe de 6 à 12 participants favorise une dynamique d'apprentissages individuel et collectif "On apprend toujours seul mais jamais sans les autres" Ph. Carré
le programme détaillé pour en savoir plus
tu préfères le vivre en présentiel, c'est par ici.
Un facilitataire d'apprentissage expérimenté
Yann Le Beguec: je suis coach certifié et formateur pour adultes depuis 12 ans... j'ai accompagné des centaines d'entrepreneurs et participé à des dizaines de projets collectifs contribuant à un impact positif sur le monde.
Je vis au quotidien, diffuse et transmets dans mes activités professionnelles la conscience de la posture des outils et des pratiques du Uman Lab. J'ai une passion pour la co-création d'un monde vivant où chacun·e a sa place essentielle.
Les retours de la précédente session
Voici quelques retours du betatest de ce programme qui a eu lieu de février à mai 2024 :
"Depuis un moment, j'entendais parler de la théorie U (dans le milieu de la gouvernance partagée), ça a été l'occasion de découvrir et de pratiquer avec un groupe en visio.
J'ai beaucoup apprécié la richesse des propositions de Yann pour développer leadership et sensibilité.
Entres autres :
◾ le Stuck pour débloquer l'intelligence du corps (fonctionne même en visio).
◾ la cartographie en 3D qui permet en duo de faire évoluer une situation, en la regardant sous tous les angles (mon coup de coeur : ludique et efficace).
◾ le journaling guidé, invitation à la spontanéité, à déceler ce qui est juste, par l’écriture." Amélie Astruc, facilitatrice et formatrice en intelligence collective et gouvernance agile
prends rendez-vous
Parce qu'il s'agit d'une rencontre entre des êtres humains, je ne prends pas d'inscription directement sur internet sans avoir échangé au préalable avec chacun·e des participant·es.
Ce rendez-vous est sans engagement et totalement gratuit. Il m'assure de t'avoir donné tous les éléments pour que tu puisses décider si ce programme répond bien à tes besoins et nous permet de valider ensemble que je suis le bon facilitateur d'apprentissage pour toi.
Prends rendez-vous dès maintenant pour savoir s'il reste des places pour la prochaine session.
La théorie U et tous les matériaux issus de la U-School utilisés dans ce lab sont sous la licence creative commons :
Les autres matériaux sont sous licence creative commons CC-BY-SA Yann Le Beguec.
L'écoute est probablement la compétence de leadership la plus sous-estimée. La façon dont vous écoutez peut changer votre vie, et pas seulement celle de votre entreprise ou de votre secteur d'activité.
Au cœur de la plupart des exemples d'échecs colossaux en matière de leadership - qui ne manquent pas - les dirigeants sont souvent incapables de se connecter au monde "VUCA" qui les entoure et de lui donner un sens, c'est-à-dire un monde défini par la volatilité, l'incertitude, la complexité et l'ambiguïté.
L'écoute est importante pour nous en tant qu'individus, et pas seulement pour les dirigeants. Si vous ne savez pas écouter, vous ne pourrez jamais acquérir une véritable maîtrise dans quelque discipline que ce soit.
Dans mon travail, le retour d'information le plus constant que nous avons reçu des centaines d'ateliers, de programmes et de voyages d'innovation que nous avons animés est le suivant : "Changer votre mode d'écoute est vital" : Changer votre mode d'écoute change votre vie. Changer sa façon d'écouter, sa façon d'être attentif, semble être un changement vraiment minime.
Mais voici ce qui se passe : changer votre façon d'écouter signifie que vous changez votre façon d'appréhender les relations et le monde. Et si vous changez cela, vous changez, eh bien...tout.
Il est vraiment étonnant de voir à quelle vitesse les gens peuvent changer leur façon d'écouter et d'être présents. Ce que j'entends par "attention", c'est ceci : Où que vous portiez votre attention en tant que dirigeant, innovateur, artisan du changement ou parent, c'est là que se dirigera l'énergie du système qui vous entoure - y compris votre propre énergie.
Mais être un leader à l'écoute demande du travail : de la pratique, de la réflexivité, du feedback de la part des pairs et encore de la pratique. Pour devenir un meilleur auditeur, vous devez comprendre les quatre archétypes de l'écoute.
Les quatre types d'écoute reflètent les principes sous-jacents de l'ouverture de l'esprit, du cœur et de la volonté :
1. Le téléchargement : Ce type d'écoute se limite à reconfirmer ce que nous savons déjà. Rien de nouveau ne pénètre dans notre bulle.
2. L'écoute factuelle : Nous laissons les données nous parler et remarquons les informations qui ne sont pas confirmées. Cela nécessite une ouverture d'esprit, c'est-à-dire la capacité de suspendre nos habitudes de jugement.
3. L'écoute empathique : Nous voyons la situation à travers les yeux d'une autre personne. Pour ce faire, il faut ouvrir le cœur : utiliser nos sentiments et notre cœur comme un organe permettant de se mettre à l'écoute du point de vue d'une autre personne.
4. L'écoute générative : Nous écoutons pour que se manifeste la possibilité future la plus élevée, en laissant la place afin que quelque chose de nouveau puisse naître.
Lorsque vous écoutez au niveau 1, le téléchargement, votre attention ne se porte pas sur ce que dit l'autre personne, mais sur votre propre commentaire intérieur. Par exemple, vous pouvez être en train de planifier ce que vous allez dire ensuite.
Lorsque vous passez du téléchargement à l'écoute factuelle (du niveau 1 au niveau 2), votre attention passe de l'écoute de votre voix intérieure à l'écoute réelle de la personne en face de vous. Vous vous ouvrez à ce qui est dit.
Lorsque vous commencez à franchir le seuil de l'écoute factuelle à l'écoute empathique (du niveau 2 au niveau 3), votre lieu d'écoute se déplace de vous à l'autre personne. C'est-à-dire que vous passez de votre petit véhicule (l'intelligence de votre tête) à votre plus grand véhicule (l'intelligence de votre cœur). Vous vous placez dans la perspective de l'autre personne. Par exemple, vous pouvez penser : "Oh, je ne suis peut-être pas d'accord, mais je peux comprendre comment elle voit cette situation".
Enfin, lorsque vous passez du seuil de l'écoute empathique à celui de l'écoute générative (du niveau 3 au niveau 4), votre écoute devient un espace d'attente pour amener dans la réalité quelque chose de nouveau qui veut naître. Vous écoutez avec ouverture à ce qui est inconnu et émergent.
Ce que j'ai appris dans mon travail, c'est que la réussite du leadership et de tout changement - qu'il s'agisse d'un changement organisationnel, d'un changement industriel ou d'un changement de vie - dépend de votre capacité, en tant que leader, à observer votre qualité d'écoute et à l'adapter à ce qui est nécessaire dans chaque situation.
Otto Scharmer, professeur au M.I.T. (Massachussetts Institute of Technology), co-fondateur de la théorie U. première publication sur www.smartbrief.com le 19 avril 2018.
I was sitting with my brother the other day, grilling some meat and drinking some drinks under a perfect evening sky when he said what he said.
“You know, a lot of people in this town are reading everything you’re writing about all this stuff.”
I forget what else he said after that. Hell, I don’t even remember exactly what we were talking about to end up anywhere near that particular sentence to begin with, but it must have had something to do with my writing, with my little articles and essays I’ve been publishing on the Internet about my marriage falling apart, because I knew that’s what he was referring to.
Also look, he’s my bro and I love him like sunshine and he dropped it on me as gently as he could, when he felt the time was right, and I could tell that much. So, fair enough. Plus the thing is, underneath the veil of what he said to me there are actually a lot of points to reckon with, really. I guess that’s why I’m bringing it back to life a little. I knew he was wondering if I was trying to embarrass his ass all over town by sweeping a prison yard spotlight across the fact that his older brother might damn-well-be some kind of blogger (ugh!) splashing around like a mental case out in the swamp of pre-divorce funk and irrationality.
I don’t know though.
See, going through a marriage separation is one thing, but writing about it for money on the Internets is a whole different animal, you know? And when I decided to do that, to go ahead and write my way through things even as they were still settling down all around me in real time, I knew it would probably freak a lot of people out/fascinate a bunch of others/and probably make a select few straight-up livid at me since (let’s face it) there are a bunch of people floating around in cyberspace who don’t know what to call the feeling they feel when they read a thing about a guy sending his estranged wife a half-naked selfie in a moment of horn-dog heartbreak. They can’t make any sense of any of it. But I can. Or at least, I can die in a pool of my own steaming shame trying, can’t I?
It makes me feel like I’m getting somewhere, like I’m finally able to sit down and have a discussion with my own heart.
And so I write some of my feelings about all of this marriage separation stuff down now. Not all of it, of course. Nobody, not even friggin’ Charles Dickens could ever write down much more than a fraction of any one given moment that they set out trying to capture. That’s the nature of the beast with writing, I suppose, and yet that’s also precisely what makes it so beautiful too. Because if you’re lucky enough, or good enough, or even both enough to find your way into the sticky soul of what you’re after, even if it’s just every now and then, then the people who are hanging around reading what you’ve written are in for one of the best goddamn treats this world has to offer up, if you ask me.
I think maybe that’s what went down the other night out in my yard. I think my brother might have been wondering if I knew what I was doing, if I was sure that I wanted to reveal myself in the ways I have been at times with my writing recently, as lovesick or desperate or even confused about what all was happening to my decade-long marriage. And besides that, I guess he probably doesn’t want me embarrassing his ass in front of all these people he actually knows. People who aren’t just Internet ghosts but who he literally rubs shoulders with up at the alehouse or at bar-b-q’s in other people’s yards or over at the post office. It’s understandable, but it’s also not really my problem.
Truth is, not long ago I acknowledged to myself that I actually get my strange kicks out of streaking across computer screens with my emotional skeleton wang flopping around all over the place.
Seriously. That’s how hardcore this stuff is for me.
Hey, I know this must sound nuts but somehow this writing down my life, it’s all helping me a lot. Most days I sit down and start gushing things out of me without even knowing what the hell I’m going to write about except that it has to pass within like a half-mile of me and my "estranged" wife (estranged!) and our tiny tale of busted love. It makes me feel like I’m getting somewhere, like I’m finally able to sit down and have a discussion with my own heart. That’s not always such an easy thing to do, in case you’ve never had to notice.
Of course, I know I probably miss my mark a lot. Who doesn’t? I don’t give a damn. I never said I was any good at any of this writer junk anyway. I’m just telling you that doing it, that unleashing it without reservation, it makes me feel like I’m a bolt of summer lightning for an hour or two after I puke it up. So, I guess I get off on the act. And I guess I get off on the possibility that somehow maybe someone else will get off on it too.
I’ll tell you something else, and this is the God’s honest truth so take it however you want to take it: the way things are right now I’m just a 42-year-old undersexed/overstressed daddy of three young kids whose favorite flick is still pretty much Gladiator and down the years I have had my mean streaks and my long bouts with angry young mannishness, but I’m done with all of that at this point. You can believe that or not, it makes no difference to me. Recognizing myself as I come crawling out of the car crash of my own words is hard describe. But it’s a good feeling, I can tell you that much, maybe even as good as it gets at times like this.
