How allowing myself to linger in the liminal zone led to my dream job

How allowing myself to linger in the liminal zone led to my dream job

Today, I want to whisk us back to one of my most surprising periods of change. Because, looking back with the expertise I now hold, I realized that I did a lot of things right without realizing it. And that it was no coincidence that this particular period of liminality led to my dream job and opened the door to even greater opportunities I could never have imagined.

Suspended between floors

Suspended between floors

that elevator ride is an apt analogy for our common vernacular about life’s liminal zones (the time between an ending and a new beginning): they’re best gotten through as quickly as possible, with very few people traveling with you. The expectation is that you go in one side and you’re spit out the other end near instantaneously. Voila: you’re in a new world. And yet, they often feel more like that cramped ride, trapped between floors. Whyyyy am I still here? Who are these people asking me when it will be over? Why is it so hot in here?

Is the number 13... just a number?

Is the number 13... just a number?

Would you park in a spot labeled 13? Stay on the 13th floor? This is my 13th post since I rebooted this blog, and it got me thinking. In the U.S., we consider 13 an unlucky number. So much so that as ​many as 85% of tall buildings​ go straight from floor 12 to 14. But, I’ve lived around the world and found that 13 is not a universally unlucky number. The Chinese take great pains to avoid 4, because it sounds similar to the word for death. In Japan, it’s 9, in Italy, it’s 17. And so on. So is 13 really bad? But what does this have to do with getting unstuck?

The new midlife crisis

The new midlife crisis

If I asked you to picture a midlife crisis, I think I can safely guess what would pop to mind first. Fancy sports cars? Divorce? A younger partner? Quitting your job? Whether or not you believe that, it’s been a pervading cultural myth: with midlife comes a breakdown of some sort….So I looked up the etymology of the word crisis, and wouldn’t you know: It variously means decision or turning point.

Why we all face gold medal syndrome

Why we all face gold medal syndrome

Do you ever wonder what happens to Olympic athletes after they step off the podium? Occasionally, we’ll see them on the other side of the screen in future games – they’re usually the ones telling us that what we perceived as an act of human brilliance actually had flaws that meant a tenth of a point, or a half a second, or whatever the difference is between ending up on the top of the podium versus off in the stands. But, what about the rest of their lives?

We are all Coyote

We are all Coyote

If you grew up in the US, you may remember the cartoon with Wile E Coyote and the Roadrunner. If you didn’t, here’s the premise: Wile E Coyote was always trying to catch the Roadrunner. He always failed. But, usually once per episode, there was this moment when Coyote had chased Roadrunner so fast that Coyote ran straight off a cliff. For a moment, he’d be suspended in the air. Then he’d look back, see Roadrunner safely on firm ground, then look down, realize his predicament, then crash to the ground. This is an apt analogy for what it feels like to have made a transition in your life…

The Beauty of the Liminal Zone

The Beauty of the Liminal Zone

Imagine yourself running along a paved path, going at quite a nice clip. Suddenly, you come to a wooded area, and the ground changes from paved to dirt. On top of that, a massive ole rainstorm has just passed through, so that dirt is pure mud. You slow down. Your clothes get splattered. … You’re all muddy; the structure of the path you came on is gone, but you can sense something else…