A while back I heard the wonderful
expression, “not my zoo, not my monkeys” for the first time. Isn’t it
interesting what phrases or experiences it takes to get the penny to drop and
for lessons to be learnt? Realising that I need to manage my own ‘zoo’ first
before worrying about other people’s, was a big liberating moment.
So, now if a challenge or problem that
I am asked to solve or be a part of does not have a direct bearing on the
smooth operation of my own ‘zoo’ then it is OK to say no, or see how best to
delegate it. Taking on too much and being overstretched is not beneficial to
anyone.
What made me think about this phrase
again this week, was a conversation I recently had with someone I had not heard
from in years.
It’s the “friends” [air quotes
intended] who could not be bothered to keep you in the loop with things
(usually big things that you get to know about via Facebook) happening in their
lives and who generally don't return your calls or correspondence. They are the ones who then phone you up and after the pleasantries of
how you are, what you’ve been up to it comes down to the crux of the call, they
want something from you. You are only important enough for them to contact you
when they need a favour. It irks me into another realm of irritation, when
someone phones out of the blue purely for a favour. In the past, I would drop everything
and focus all my energy to try and solve their problem and bend over backwards
to make sure that they are accommodated; in the interim, losing focus on my own
priorities, and ‘zoo’.
Staying in contact is a two way
street. A high school friend had a wonderful way of describing things; she’d say
that her phone actually also has the ability to receive calls. Keeping contact
does not mean hours on the phone, or elaborate long folios of weekly emails
detailing every part of your life, nor is sharing information on Facebook. A
quick phone call, or even a personalised text message to say “hi” means a lot.
I am still guilty of saying “yes” too
quickly and committing myself to things too easily, I am however focussing more
on my own turf first by reminding myself ever so often, “not my zoo, not my
monkeys.”