This job sucks.
Really? What part of YOU doesn’t like it?
When clients tell me that their job sucks I always start here. We explore Parts Work.
“ Parts work is a therapy term. It addresses differences and conflicts in “agendas” between parts that are usually responsible for
gridlock in your emotional healing.”
Have you ever said something like: “part of me really likes this idea” or “part of me is scared.”
It’s perfectly normal to have internal parts. We can be both timid and aggressive given the circumstances. We can be playful and controlling depending on who we are with. We can love being on a team and want to be alone.
Our ‘parts’ show up at work all the time.
Some things just trigger us.
For example…I am known as a very calm leader that problem solves with ease. Someone once said…”does nothing rile this woman?”
Well, something did. In a previous work environment, there was a harassment case involving a colleague and a client. I was unable to move past what I perceived to be an unjust resolution. Although I loved the job and still had an impact to make, I could not reconcile my position at the company any longer.
Part of me was not comfortable.
Parts are normal. But it is helpful to understand our parts and understand how they may present challenges for us at work.
Unhealed or unexpressed parts will attempt to sabotage our goals. Risk averse parts exist, creative parts, extroverted parts, insecure parts....all the parts. All wrapped up into 1 human.
"I am large. I contain multitudes." ~Walt Whitman
A good coach can identify when your unhelpful parts are showing up to work.
When we recognize what's happening, we can adjust and show up in integrity every day as an excellent leader.
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Song of Myself, 51
Walt Whitman1819 – 1892
The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his day's work? Who will soonest be through with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me? Will you speak before I am gone?
Will you prove already too late?