Can’t get no satisfaction? Dare a storied life!

office head bangingMonday. Shit. The alarm goes off and the world ends. Click here to read with rockin’ Rolling Stones soundtrack. Sure, I’ve got big wet n’ sloppy gratitude for warm sheets and a job. In terms of human history – let’s not kid ourselves – you and I are living the dream baby, living the dream. So why do so many of us feel nothing, NOTHING, when we get our paycheck except the low gut burn of wasted time?

Most brains are tuned to the group story, unconsciously incorporating trends, established creeds, and authorities into a prefrontal construction of falsified independence. It’s the survival evolution of a social species. A rebellious primate who won’t follow the rules is ostracized until it slinks off into the forest to die, miserable, confused, and alone. What do we do with our own rebels? What happens to those of us whose brains tell us we’re doing something wrong when we follow the crowd?

We fake it. We grind through our current paradigm’s efficiencies – a muted world, misted over and untouchable. To compensate for the emptiness of a life lived as someone else, to FEEL something, so many of us spend years hidden away in secret gardens that slowly, insidiously, destroy the core soul we’re trying to protect.

But we live in a magical age. Globalization through communication has revealed an endless variation in viable worlds. We are free to chose the life that feels most real. But there’s a catch. We are a social species. No escaping the fact. Every human, rebel or not, is a collaboration. We need love to survive. Stray too far from the pack and the unconscious pull-back can lead to all kinds of mental/physical suffering. It’s a cruel irony that some of the most biologically rebellious brains are also the most sensitive.

Balance? How can we rebels be our most congruent selves without ending up alone in the forest? I propose a storied life, a personal scripting rooted in unrelenting compassion for our own coding. Let’s fill out life’s left brain efficiencies with right brain dramas. Let’s load our day-to-day with sensory touchstones, moments when we can be fully present, whole, and alive. If it’s not authentic, don’t force an emotional response to the group story. Just let it go. Pooof! Like I said, it’s a magical time.

Love. Take your system back down to the surface of your skin and start from there. Be your own ambassador in the world. Chin up, no guilt, no shame. And if head banging at the office makes your Monday come alive, then by all means, go ahead get the party started!

2 thoughts on “Can’t get no satisfaction? Dare a storied life!

  1. I often find myself in this sort of circumstance – stuff that HAS to be done for practical living, but it’s so DIFFICULT to have to deal with the people involved etc. One of my strategies is to find something ironic or humorous in the moment – often emerging as a bad joke or pun – which in that sense is is the precise concept of storying. Sometimes people don’t take me seriously, but that’s their problem…

    • …”is the precise concept of storying.” Thank you so much for pointing this out! On the raaare occasion I can get a bit too literal with the ‘storied life’ approach, connecting it too tightly with alternative narratives, and then you come along and make so much darn sense with your comment! Noticing, and then voicing the irony and/or humour of a situation is an excellent way to bring others into your personal reworking (strategic gestalt highlighting) of the moment and create a shared engagement that enriches all involved – not to mention makes whatever ‘practicality’ you’re facing that much more palatable.

      And for the record, it’s always ‘their’ problem 😉

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