This little piece of paradise - Tucson, Arizona - is filled primarily with people who left their lives on the East and West Coast, as far north as Alaska and from a few frozen pockets of the Midwest. The ethos is not one to ask about their past. The present is what counts. And we seem to help each other in that present. No, life isn't easy.
After I and my rescue pooch Lily of the Valley (no, not named for "Breaking Bad") arrived here 11 months ago, there were no ghosts hovering, at least not from my professional past. Not in our apartment. Not in the back seat of the car. Not in my memory bank. Did those ghosts give up the chase along those 2,400 miles we traveled, 10 hours a day? Or did we simply tire of allowing them to pursue us?
My hunch is that the newness of a geographical setting resets how our mirror neurons operate. Instead of the old neurological WiFi of attracting abusive people, my mirror neurons had to center on those who could be helpful, without any obligation in mind.
There was simply no energy available for the ghosts to continue to have a ball making my life miserable.
Among the missing are The Fat Guy From Greenwich. Here are the first few chapters of the novel I published about that Machiavellian composite character Download FGFGchapters1,2. And here is the trailer for that piece of fiction Download Linktovideotrailerfornovel.
The Fat Guy represented all those bad guys my mirror neurons made certain to bring into my tormented professional life. Now, there are no more Fat Guys. They don't even contemplate having a good time playing with my sense of a professional self.
Another set of ghosts who are now gone had been the seeming intrusive girls I had attended Seton Hill College, Greensburg, Pennsylvania, with. Oh, they were late in leaving. Actually four managed to hover in the trunk of my car and in the iPhone.
But within six weeks of being here I leveraged not a voodoo exercise but a legal one. The lawsuit I could file could turn into a class-action one. As I discuss the actions of those alleged miscreants, others come forward. They also have a beef about one or members of that Gang of Four.
How is it to not have a haunted life? My creativity is producing the kind of work which gets noticed. I am back in high demand. Thought leaders contact me to hear my opinion on their communications plan.
In short, yes, "taking a geographic" can generate an authentic internal paradigm shift. We are not the people we had been. Instead we are becoming the human beings we always had a hunch we could be.