Most of it was fear. When I spotted on Caller ID or Email names from the past, I assumes they wanted something. We're all too depleted to do much more than help ourselves and those who we do business with in the now. A little bit was not welcoming any opportunity to catch up. Catch up to what? Loss of a nest egg, a few molars, and along the way my mind. I didn't respond.
That set in-play the Broken Networks. My heart and mind were reset to resist the pull of nostalgia, magical thinking that a dead connection could turn into gold, and that I had changed enough to change abusive relationships. Gradually doing a dump became easier. Intuitively, I got the steps down.
The payoff has been profound in professional growth spurts. To come into his own Jung had to leave Freud. To come into my own I had to break open and break free of The Establishment types. Or maybe that was just the dynamic of the relationships. Whatever.
It was like voodoo. The right kinds of clients came to me vs. my chasing them. I knew the accounts not to take on. I found my voice in all media: Digital, print, video, audio and in-person. I no longer make mistakes of showing up where I don't belong or "they" don't want me. Bestbestbest, I freed myself of envy of those who earn more, seemingly receive more recognition, create fresher, bolder content. We're different. My hard-wiring just won't get me those goodies, not in that way. Perhaps I will find another way.
Past connections seem so deadly in the new economy. Yeah, I still fear they will pop up in my life. In airports, I keep my head down.
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