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Leverage in Relationships….

Two people in a relationship will have a smoother go of it, if the level of their mutual commitment is close to being equally shared. This paradigm applies whether their commitment is mutually high or mutually low.

Conflict occurs most often where there is disparity in commitment ranges. The wider the chasm, the deeper the conflict.

For ease of explanation here, I’m confining my thoughts as they pertain to romantic relationships, even though others are similarly affected, including relationships between friends, family members and co-workers.

On a scale from 1 to 10, (1 being the lowest level of commitment and 10 being the highest), in an unequal coupling, the person with the lowest commitment level has the greater power and leverage in the relationship.

I define it as: “The person who cares the least, controls the relationship.” Anyone who’s been the HCP, (Higher Committed Person) in a relationship with an LCP, (Lower Committed Person), is acutely familiar with the anxiety such a partnering produces.

Two coupled LCPs won’t have a fabulous relationship, but at least they are unitedly uncommitted to their shallow venture. If they manage to meet a reasonable amount of each other’s needs, they might indeed survive for the long term.

A couple with two HCPs offers optimal opportunities for an adventurous journey and has a stable foundation cementing them. Keep in mind that coupling is complex regardless of commitment levels – which is the single aspect I’m addressing today.

LCPs tend toward being the most important person in their own world. Their needs and desires are placed above their partner’s. You will find narcissists and all manners of addicts in this group. LCPs keep an R (relationship) on shaky ground with their lack of C (commitment).

HCPs typically respond by taking ownership of the responsibility for keeping the relationship together.

HCPs, (like I can be), are beholden to their own array of issues, specifically co-dependency. They have needs to “fix things” and “take care” of situations. LCPs have significant advantages up front when paired with an unwitting HCP.

Immature HCPs continually scramble in their attempt to appease the wants and demands of their LCP partner. When LCPs’ needs and wants are not fulfilled to their satisfaction, their ongoing threats to end the relationship, keep the HCP’s jumping through an exhausting maze of hoops. It’s an appeasement roulette of sorts – with the HCP never ceasing to anticipate the Damocles sword that threatens them – the ultimate end of the R. In an LCP’s mind, their HCP consistently fails to measure up.

Being an HCP is generally a positive personality marker, unless immature or unhealthy tendencies are fueling it. HCP’s can be motivated by fear of abandonment and a desire to be loved even at significant personal cost. LCP’s gravitate to HCPs. HCPs who link up with LCPs, at least initially, are prone to dismissing a multitude of red flags, probably for a variety of reasons.

I’m not sure who said: “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”, but they’ve no argument from me. I’m still an HCP and grateful for it. However, it’s taken me decades to reach the healthy side of the spectrum.

When I was in my twenty’s and thirty’s, I was not quick to pick up on LCP’s. I believed I was fairly average and normal relationship wise and that other folks loved and committed to similar extents that I do. I was wrong.

I’ve cried untold tears over LCPs who have passed through my life, all the while believing I was never enough, always less than I should have been. By Grace I’ve grown beyond that. Today I have greater joy and contentment in my current circumstances than I’ve known during any single segment of my life.

I read on the fly recently, (and regrettably cannot quote the source at the moment), that it’s “more important to be resilient than happy”. I instantly knew that statement applied to me. Those seven little words connected the dots for me. Despite being in less than optimal situations in certain past relationships – I had indeed stumbled across the “burning bridge”, having arrived on the other side being all the better off for my ordeal.

I pondered the word resilience several days following that revelation. I liked having such a wonderful word so succinctly describe what I’d become. If you’re resilient, there’s little need for concern about being happy, as contentment follows resilience … and joy and happiness follows contentment.

We’re unhappy when we believe we’re existing in a state of lack: albeit financial, emotional or relational. Today I find myself instinctively drawn to resilient people. Gratefully, my LCP radar has adapted accordingly. I’m still willing to have LCPs as acquaintances or to embrace them as “outer circle friends”, but there is no longer room for LCPs in my “inner circle”. Currently when I meet LCPs, I metaphorically smile and wave while granting them a wide berth.

Admittedly I have personal flaws – at least a midsize list of them. I also have worth and value no one can steal from me. Nothing at all, not one single thing about me is perfect on its own. Yet, as a “package” deal, I know unequivocally I’m worth having: as a daughter, sister, friend, partner and lover.

I openly acknowledge that I’ve remained in certain relationships long after my best interests were exceeded. I used to be remorseful about my inability to resolve those connections in what I viewed as a timely fashion.

Now finally, I see the “gift” that’s arisen from the upheaval. I accept that nothing acquires resilience without resistance pushing against it – not the mighty oak and not me. As much as I wish I could have altogether avoided the LCPs I’ve known, the fact is, without them I would be far less emotionally empowered today. Not all lessons come to me easily. I’m reconciled with that. If it took me twenty years to discern the above realization, then so be it.

Did you know the word “amen” means “so be it”? I have many AMENS in my history!

© 2012, Savannah Walters / All Rights Reserved

 

Managing Our Days….

This blog is written in response to a blog posted on 2/27/2012, titled “On Time…”, at http://www.shaunaniequist.com/.

Shauna, Shauna, Shauna. I regret being the bearer of potentially discouraging news. You’re young, in your thirties. I waved goodbye to my thirties awhile back and can attest to the fact that the challenges you describe in your blog are not part of a process we conquer in one effort and move on. I suspect you realize that.

I love what your friend Dense said about: “it’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about, but that the hard thing is deciding what you’re willing to give up in order to do those things”. I’m going to make a concrete list of Things I Do and Things I Don’t Do, as you did. Thanks for sharing this simple worthwhile suggestion.

I relate to your lamenting regarding hustling and rushing. I delight in days when my productivity is high and my mental and physical energies are vibrant and in sync.

Then there are days that escape me, like a dog running amuck – his leash trailing – while I’m racing behind gasping for air, trying to close in enough to stomp on the leash and bring the day to a skidding halt.

I have figured out for myself – that any given day’s achievement quota is largely influenced by the momentum with which I begin it . Once in motion, I tend to remain so. When I allow what I perceive as the provocative magic of morning, to dissipate while I sputter about with unfocused intentions, I piddle away time I later scold myself about.

Mornings usher in multitudes of possibilities in daybreak’s unassuming arrival. Sunny days are fine, but sunlight grows harsh and contrasty through the afternoon. If I’m not in gear well before then, the probability of accomplishment fizzles out of me like steam from a boiling tea kettle. Rainy days seem to prolong morning’s atmosphere. Maybe that’s why I welcome them.

As often as I’ve failed, my time management victories are just sufficient to keep me on the path of desiring to “master my domain”, (à la Seinfeld), at least in a productivity sense. Consistently maximizing achievement on a daily basis is a heady experience I’m not sure I would handle well. The ongoing struggle’s a definite ego tamer.

A Few Time Management Tips

1. Don’t answer your phone every time it rings, even if you can.

2. Limit unannounced visitors at home.

3. Begin your day with steady momentum

4. Don’t forego rare or once in a lifetime opportunities – to tend to recurring onslaught tasks like washing dishes, doing laundry etc. They can well afford to be put off on an as needed basis.

© 2012, Savannah Walters / All Rights Reserved

On Creativity…..

The impetus for this post is my desire to win a book called Untitled by Blaine Hogan. The give-away is sponsored by Shauna Niequist through her blog at www.shaunaniequist.com/.

Shauna says of Untitled: “The book is about hard work, getting unstuck, practicing restraint, and the importance of finishing. It’s about the spiritual implications of art-making and the opportunities for transformation that creativity offers to us. It’s about fear, self-sabotage, and failure. It’s fantastic.”

Shauna’s published two wonderful books of her own. Her third is underway.  Shauna’s first book: Bittersweet, was subtitled: “thoughts on change, grace, and learning the hard way”. Her second book: Cold Tangerines, was subtitled: “celebrating the extraordinary nature of everyday life”.

Shauna asked her blog readers to write: “a comment with one piece of wisdom or advice about creativity–something you’ve learned, something you read, something someone told you–anything!”

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The Hogan book sounds intriguing to me and I’d love to have it. So here’s what I have to share about creativity, (as a writer and designer of things), as I know it to be true for me.

 Creativity and me…

* I can’t stop it

* I’m compelled to express it

 * it’s focused energy…

* born of unfettered imaginings

* an intense curiosity

* a love of language

* an appreciation for what is beautiful and simple (tangible or not)

* honesty

* and a willingness to risk not being accepted 

© 2012, Savannah Walters / All Rights Reserved

Being Accommodating or Being Used…?

Circumstances in life are often separated by a thin line, whereby if you’re on one side of the line you’re in a good place and on the other you’re not.

Last week I had coffee with Sharon and a poignant example of a “thin line” situation came up. Sharon is one of several friends I have who works in the beauty industry as either a massage therapist, hairdresser, nail technician or esthetician.

I’ve known Sharon for ten plus years. She’s sweet tempered, conscientious and genuinely accommodating. She and I both love plays, movies, concerts and other entertainment extravaganzas. During our last visit she mentioned a special “one night only” event she’d recently been excited to see – but had to miss.

Our conversation went like this:

Me: Why couldn’t you go?

She: Because one of my clients, who’s a good friend, wanted an appointment that night. She always calls me at the last minute.

Me: Why didn’t you tell her you had plans?

She: Because she would get upset.

 Me: You mean she calls you at the last minute and then gets upset if you can’t  take her?

She: Yes, but she’s my good friend and I don’t like to upset her.

(I could feel my “hackles” beginning to bristle.)

 Me: Can I tell you what I think about this?

She: Sure. Go ahead.

Me: There’s a good friend in your relationship Sharon, but only one of them and it’s you. Let’s call your friend Abby. If Abby gets upset when she calls you at the last minute and you can’t take her, then it’s time for you to let her be upset.

She’s not being respectful of you. Actually, you’re not being respectful of yourself. If Abby’s only your good friend when she’s getting her way, even at your expense, she’s no friend at all. She needs to learn to hear the word ‘no’ without throwing a tantrum. I know it’s scary to think about confronting her – but you’ll be doing both of you a favor in the long run if you do.

Sharon, if Abby claimed to be my friend and was also one of my clients, I’d look her straight in the eye and calmly but firmly say: Abby, you know I consider you a good friend. I really care about you. But I have a problem I need your help with.

You have a habit of calling me at the last minute for appointments. Now I don’t mind that at all. If I’m available, I’ll be happy to schedule an after-hours appointment for you. The problem is, that when I turn you down because I have previous plans, you get upset.

I need you to understand that I have a private life too, that includes other people. When you call me at  the last minute, I need to be able to turn you down without you getting mad. It causes me anxiety and puts a strain on our friendship when I change my plans to schedule your spur of the moment requests. If you want definite times for your appointments, you’ll have to schedule them in advance. I value you as a friend and client but things need to change.

Can we work this out?

Then I’d pause, remaining quiet until she answered. Her reply will be the measure of your friendship. If she’s appalled at her behavior, having seemingly been unaware of her thoughtlessness, profusely apologizes and vows to never put you on the spot like that again, your friendship will be the stronger for it. But if instead, Abby ramps up, gets indignant, makes excuses and doesn’t apologize, you’ll know you didn’t have a real friend to begin with.

In the second instance, I’d tell her I’m sorry we can’t find a way to solve this issue, that she’ll have to decide what works best for her in the future, but that I am no longer going to alter pre-made plans if she calls again at the last minute.

If Abby still showed no remorse or understanding for my concerns, I’d begin letting the relationship fade away. I’d be less and less available for both business and personal appointments. I’d still be polite to her, but choose to spend time with people who respect me instead. I don’t mind being accommodating – but I refuse to be used.

© 2012, Savannah Walters / All Rights Reserved
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