Awareness might be a ggod start but it is of noo value if you `re not able to identify fields of action, to make decisions, to set priorities, to develop capabilities, to motivate yourself, to inspire others and to consequently implement change.
Of course, change management principles – as described by the Kübler-Ross-Curve above – can be equally applied to your private life.
Why is it so incredibly tough to loss weight, to quit smoking, to improve work-life-balance, to quit a Job you hate, to leave an insane partnership and so on?
The Change Curve provides you a kind of rough road map also including a description of emotional development along the change process.
It might be helpful to define a set of actions or drivers for each stage to create Motion along the change processs. For instance, how is it possibe to overcome “denial”, “frustrations” and “Depression”. Who could support you in doing so?
Are you utilizing the unique opportinity to experiment or are you blinkered – and if so why?
Change is Always an invitation for self-analysis and self-reflection. Leaving your comfort Zone – even if it is an unhappy life, facing the truth without any self-deception, taking responsibility for one`s own life… is a tough job and painful, no doubt. But life is no Dress rehearsal. Don´t waste it.
To keep yourself going, it might be helpful to fall back on the set of resilience Tools (see below: 18 Things Mentally Strong People Do), everybody can deploy. It is no rocket science at all but requires some discipline for sure. Thus, don`t overstrain yourself and be generuous and forgiving to yourself…to avoid self-sabotage. Everybody has got his own pace…just keep direction and move on.
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon, Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What used to be “good days” are now filled with dismay. Tomorrow comes, and then again it goes, And my ambition to become something more grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away, The life I want now gets closer each day. All I’ve ever wanted was something to live for. I don’t want to be this little person anymore. I’ve been basing my life upon what others think. I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink. I’ve fought to become who I am and what I want to be. I have to remind myself that one day I will be free, Free from the rules I followed as a child, When everything was a game and life was so mild. Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair, And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares. It’s like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me And what I think about the way some things should be. I understand now that I’m pretty much on my own, And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known. All the time I think about everything I can’t say, what I have to keep in, And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen. Soon I hope to find out who I am and what I am meant to become. I want to know where I’m going. I don’t need to be reminded of where I came from.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
I remember the temple, this route I’ve travelled before, I recall the bridge as I cross it again. It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting, The flowers and willows all are selfless now. The field is sleek, and vivid, thin mist shines, On soft sand, the sunlight’s colour shows it’s late. All the traveler’s sorrow fades away, What better place to rest than this?