I seem to have a heightened sense of what’s going on around me, compared to most. That’s what this part of my Human Design Report says.
My Spleen Center is defined. This is another area dealing with energy levels and my levels are high.
The Report says I can light up a room as I enter, as long as it’s “my kind” of room.
If I’m where I need to be, it is effortless for me to bring up the energy of the room, or at least the few people in it that matter to me, just by being me.
People feel that coming off of me when we meet.
IF I’m in the right room.
I fall flat and even get highly pissed off and stressed when I’m in the “wrong” rooms. I’ve long ago learned what these are and I avoid them. Better for me. Better for them.
This dovetails with my ability to see that which others often miss. Based on conversations I’ve had, people don’t see the things I see when simply looking out the window wherever I may be.
I see opportunity everywhere I look.
But transforming the vision into a coherent, functioning, growing system is where I often fail.
I see the Big Picture but someone else usually has to build it.
This holistic aspect of me tends to get picked up on by certain people, and they want me on board with their larger schemes.
I used to meet these people, hear their ideas, easily get just as excited as they were about their plan, then jump in headfirst giving all I had to give from Moment One.
This led to my doom more than once.
Now I focus more on that part of me that makes people happy to see me, by getting those people to tell me more about themselves, offering words of encouragement when needed, and filing the rest for later review to increase my knowledge of the Human Experience.
That last part is key. I used to offer all the time, whether they asked or not. I could see their need and rush to provide the help.
I learned the hard way that even if what I shared was critically needed, it mattered little if it wasn’t requested from me in the first place.
People would refuse the help or never use it.
I’d end up being annoyed with them or suffer their continued complaining about their situation, while they simultaneously refused to use that which I provided.
This would happen because they’d sense my empathy but cling to that as a lifeline, rather than build their own. It was to just complain to me than to actually face and deal with their problems.
I still struggle to contain myself at times. But it’s a worthwhile fight. The better I get at it, the more helpful I appear to become.
Helping by not helping…until asked. Who knew? 😉
