Stop Putting Your Foot in Your Mouth

“The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.” —Henry David Thoreau

Sometimes a lesson presents itself to me once and it sticks with me forever. Don’t put your hand on the hot stove, you’ll get burnt. Always give yourself ten minutes more than you’ll need. And so on. Yet, there are other lessons that confront me time after time and still I don’t learn.

One of the hardest lessons for me to learn and accept has been: You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.

I once had a dear friend who I’d been close with since elementary school. When we went to college, she got into an abusive relationship. I loved her dearly and naturally I wanted to help. I gave her advice and told her what I thought she should do. I pressured her to leave the abusive situation. She ended our friendship. Twelve years and it was over in an instant. She had made up her mind. I was heartbroken.

I decided then that I would never again give unsolicited advice. I was sad, but I was certain that I had learned a valuable lesson. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. I vowed to never again try and help a person that didn’t want my help. But yet…

Time passed, as time does, and over the years it happens over & over again. A friend or a loved one seems to be in trouble so I give advice. I want to help. I want to make things better. While somewhere in the deepest corner of my mind I know that I shouldn’t—I just can’t help myself. Like the moth to the flame. My desire to help is an enormous part of who I am. I love to help people. (Hello, evolution you, life coaching, motivational speaking!) But what I need to accept, is that not everyone needs, or more importantly wants my help.

So, today I am renewing my vow to zip my lip. I have plenty of opportunity to give advice, inspire, and spread love & light. I have my life coaching clients, this blog, and some friends/family who actively solicit and appreciate my input. There is no reason for me to continue giving my two cents when it isn’t asked for. I’ve got a plan of action and I am going to share it here in the event that you might be suffering from diarrhea-of-the-mouth-disease, too.

1. You don’t have all the answers. The truth of the matter is that I don’t know it all. There are many instances where what I consider to be “right” is actually wrong for someone else Just because I would do something a certain way, doesn’t mean that it’s the way it should be done.

Remember this wise advice: He who claims to knows all, knows nothing. He who claims to know nothing, knows all.

2. Listen, really listen. Most people don’t even know what it means to listen. Rather than truly listening during conversation, we are waiting eagerly to butt in with our two cents. We can’t possibly know what is being told to us when we are already forming our next statements in our minds.

Practice true proactive listening.

3. Scan conversation for indicators. Sometimes people don’t want advice at all, then simply want someone to listen to them, a shoulder to cry on. There is the classic example of the wife and the husband where the wife tells her husband that she has a headache. All she really wants is for him to listen and say, “I’m sorry sweetie.” But all he actually does is tell her to take an Advil.

Scan the conversation for indication of what the speaker really wants? Is she repeatedly asking for your advice and input, or is she just asking you to listen. Give her what she really wants and needs, not what you *think* she needs.

4. Put yourself in the other person’s shoes. Imagine the roles reversed. Imagine that you’ve just had a hard day at work and you simply want to vent so you call a friend. Would you want that friend to just listen or would you want him to brush you off and suggest that you quit your job? Give your loved ones the same consideration that you would expect if the shoe were on the other foot.

5. Remember that there is a time for everything. Finally, understand that there is a time to share your thoughts and a time to simply listen. In our fast-paced societies where we rush from thing to thing like rabid animals, take time to slow down. Accept that oftentimes listening is more important than speaking and likely the wise decision.

“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature—trees, flowers, grass—grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence. We need silence to be able to touch souls.” —Mother Teresa

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    My Journey to Financial Freedom | Part 1: The Fall

    Three years ago, I was nearly $60,000 in debt. I had a Bachelor’s degree that didn’t appear to be worth its weight in salt and a job that couldn’t cover a fraction of my monthly bills. I was terrified.

    Today, I am closer to complete financial freedom than I ever dreamed possible. Last week, I paid off my last remaining credit card balance. This two-part post is a celebration of this incredible milestone in my journey.

    In part one, I will explain how I got to that terrible place. In part two, I will explain how I’m getting out of it (and how you can do it, too).

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    A financial prison is the worst sort of prison to be stuck in. A financial prison does not have steel bars or a prison warden. You will not get sent to financial prison for committing a crime. There is only one person that can sentence you to financial prison. That person is you.

    There are two primary types of financial prisoners:

    1. There are those in financial prison who got there because they truly did not know any better. This type eventually realizes the error of their ways and breaks free.

    2. There are those who knowingly commit themselves to financial prison. This type is well aware of the consequences of living beyond her means; but she does it anyway.

    Of course there are also those who fall somewhere in the middle, like me… (Cue dream sequence.) It all started when I was 18. The guidance counseling systems in my high school and college were either completely inadequate or I simply refused to pay attention. I can’t honestly remember which it was, though I think it was the former. Either way, I was screwed.

    Before me, no one in my family had ever been to college so I didn’t receive much advice. I was thrilled to be out of high school and ready for the next step. I took my SATs one time and applied to one school. My parents, being average folks, made just enough money to prevent me from receiving financial aid; but not enough money to be able to pay my full tuition. For me, this meant loans: “lovely” student loans from “lovely” Sallie Mae.

    My mother co-signed and it was a cinch from there. Each semester I filled out a relatively simple form and like magic, Sallie Mae sent me a check. In fact, Sallie Mae was so generous that they allowed me to take out as much “extra” money as I needed every semester. It was fantastic! Yes, I had money to pay for books, meals, and extra curricula. I also had money to go out and binge drink, buy clothes I didn’t need, designer purses, and more. Sallie Mae was wonderful to me. And the best part if it was that there was no need for discussion. No one guided me, no one advised me, and no one asked me any questions. I showed up at the financial aid office a couple of times each year and it was always smooth sailing.

    On top of that, another great thing happened when I was 18! The credit card companies started to send me applications. And that was just as easy. I got one and then another and then another. Whatever I couldn’t cover with those pretty little checks from Sallie Mae, I could simply charge on my credit cards. College was good to me. I joined a sorority, I partied hard, I shopped until I dropped. What more could a girl ask for?

    It wasn’t all fun & games though. I worked through college. I worked at a children’s camp each summer; I was a Spanish teacher for two years; and toward the end of my college career I was a bookseller at Borders bookstore. All of the money I made working was spending money for me. I had Sallie Mae and the credit cards to pay all of my “real” bills.

    When I finally graduated, I was making a cool $8.25 an hour at Borders. I loved it. I was happy… until one day, out of no where, a letter came in the mail. I had a six month grace period and then I would have to start paying back those loans. My paychecks barely covered my minimum credit card payments. How was I going to make loan payments on top of that?

    So I sat down and did something that I’d never done before. I wrote up a budget. It was horrifying when I realized that even if I’d had no other bills, my monthly wages from Borders wouldn’t even cover half of my monthly student loan payments. The jig was up.

    All told, I came out of college with about $45,000 in student loan debt and almost $15,000 in credit card debt. I hadn’t even lived on campus; I commuted from home; my parents paid for some of my tuition; and I only went to a mediocre school. How the hell was this possible?

    All of a sudden Sallie Mae and the credit card companies didn’t seem so lovely anymore. There was one thought that kept repeating over & over in my head: Why didn’t anyone warn me? I felt cheated, betrayed, angry, afraid, and helpless. I wondered what the people in the financial aid office had been doing all that time. I wondered why my high school guidance counselor didn’t press me harder about applying for scholarships or grants. I wondered a lot of things, but mostly I wondered how the hell I was going to get out of the mess.

    I started sending out resumes for jobs with starting salaries that would at least cover my monthly student loan payments. I sent out resume after resume but before long, I realized another harsh reality. That Bachelor’s Degree in English with a Creative Writing Focus wasn’t so great either. Nobody was calling me back. I couldn’t even get an interview.

    The clock was ticking. I was halfway through my grace period. Then one day, one of my best friends mentioned an opening in her office. I looked over the job description and realized that it had nothing to do with what I’d gone to school for. I didn’t even know what it actually was, but the starting salary was more than what I needed. The rest was history.

    I’ve been at my current company for almost three years now. And yesterday I paid off my last remaining credit card balance! Additionally over these few years, I’ve cut my student loan debt almost in half and by next Winter, I will have it down to a quarter of what I started with.

    Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post, where I will share how I am doing it and how you can do it, too.

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  2. What happened this time, Dena! No, that’s ok, I know how it goes, I can definitely relate.

    It’s good to learn this lesson as soon as you can, too.

    The best way I’ve found not get wrapped up into helping people who don’t want to be helped is to help those who *do* want to be helped! Seems like a non-brainer, right? Surprise, harder than sounds.

  3. @Dave – Thanks for the words of encouragement. It’s a real challenge, especially for a blabber mouth like me 😉 but my curse is also my blessing. Luckily, I have the blog as an outlet for my advice.

    As always, I really appreciate you stopping by!

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