Writer & Integral MAsTER Coach™

My eyes are open.

My eyes are open.

This week’s poem is by Portia Nelson. I chose this poem because I have been thinking a lot this week about doing things differently. I keep coming back to the same challenges and pain points in my professional life and am trying to pay close attention to the patterns I am unconsciously repeating.

What are you focused on doing differently?

Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

by Portia Nelson


                       I
I walk down the street.
           There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
           I fall in.
           I am lost... I am hopeless.
                       It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

                       II
I walk down the same street.
           There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
           I pretend I don't see it.
           I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in this same place.
                       But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

                       III
I walk down the same street.
           There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
           I see it there.
           I still fall in... it's a habit... but,
                       my eyes are open.
                       I know where I am.
           It is my fault.
           I get out immediately.

                       IV
I walk down the same street.
           There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
           I walk around it.

                       V
I walk down another street.

Slow down to get there faster.

Slow down to get there faster.

One thing done well.

One thing done well.