Friday, 6 January 2012

Change / Pure / Marvellous.

We're living in a culture of psychology, talking therapies and  on the other side of things (apparently) is traditional medicine.
I'm going to cut to the chase. We need to find the point where change is made.
How often have you heard "but he doesn't want to change", "he's not ready for change".

And how often have we walked away, warm and justified in our own failure. In our own pathetic bleatings of inadequacy.
The world keeps turning, we collect our salary less income tax and national insurance, and nothing changes, nobody gets better.

But don't you see? You already have it.

You've made the diagnosis.

(Does anybody remember diagnosis? It was the bit you did before you installed your plan of management, now consigned frequently to history. Safety netting while laudable is not a replacement for diagnosis).

And by diagnosis I mean your best most brilliant guess. Your juiciest judgement that simultaneously drinks in the best cuts of your learning and the best bits of your character.

There we go - I said it. My blood pressure's dropped 10 points and I'm feeling a lot better. I owe you one.

The treatment that was needed was that change had to be supplied. (That has an echo of a line from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull that I bumped into over the New Year period where Henry Jr says - "Knowledge was their Treasure".  I have capitalised the Tee for effect. Shoot me!
(Footnote: in the 10 seconds I spent looking for the exact quote, the most generous comment I found referred to this line as a polished turd. I won't tell you about the others)

Anyway just to remind you where we were before George Lucas got in the way...the treatment that was needed was that change had to be supplied.
Not antibiotics.
Not beta blockers.
Not proflavin on 5 metres of hilarious gauze.
But change.

So you've made the diagnosis.
Good.
Now what's your plan Poindexter?

What, and I mean exactly what, are you going to do about it?


Footnote 2: I've learnt a few things about myself today.
1. Footnotes should probably appear at the Foot.
2. I don't recognise a polished turd when I see one.

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