Life Is Like a Bus Ride

–60 Seconds for Wednesdays on Whidbey

Episode Summary

Pushy or grateful? What kind of life bus rider do you want to be?

Episode Notes

Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is 60 Seconds, your daily dose of hope, imagination, wisdom, stories, practical tips, and general riffing on this and that.

No better way to tool around Whidbey than on Island Transit, our rural zero-fare transit system with an annual ridership of 100,000 passengers. Passing by one of the iconic buses with their distinctive colors I was reminded of something my mom used to say: Diane, life is like a big red bus and some of us get on fighting for the best seats to see the best view from the best vantage points when all of a sudden the bus ride is over and they saw nothing. Others are content to stand in the aisle and experience it the best they can, being grateful for having gotten on the bus in the first place.”

Question: What kind of bus rider do you want to be? 


Diane F. Wyzga
Diane F. Wyzga
Remember the first time you rode a bike and took your hands off the handlebars? And then because it felt fun and daring you did it again - and again - riding down a hill with the wind in your face, arms up over your head screaming, “Look, ma! No hands!” You showed up. You did it. The arc of my professional career stretches from serving as a US Navy officer and nurse, corporate businesswoman, lawyer, platform storyteller, and professor before shifting into a solopreneur as a litigation consultant, wordsmith-er/editor, noted podcaster, and story consultant who was lucky enough to scuba dive the Continental Shelf, become a pilot, hike the Rocky Mountains with Outward Bound, kayak off the coast of Mexico, parachute out of a perfectly good plane, walk the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, and so much more. Over my lifetime I've been letting go of the handlebars but - just as often - having my fingers pried off when I’ve been most afraid. At some of the darkest moments in my life where the true way was wholly lost to me, a person or opportunity beckoned and I said "Yes!" That’s the place where the story changed. This is my life purpose: Helping women identify, sort out and transform unclear messages into confident, connection-making stories, and those stories into powerful sequels. How? 30 years of story work in courtrooms, boardrooms, universities, retreat settings and more has taught me that story principles are key to conscious connection. Together we distill hazy ideas into easily understood metaphors and direct emotional language using words with power, passion, and precision so your message, your story rings true and achieves desired outcomes. My media company has three interlocking components: Quarter Moon Story Arts: "Shaping stories into sequels." Stories From Women Who Walk (podcast): "Like magic, the sorcery of stories is this: they help each of us to be seen and heard, to understand and be understood." My Life As Compost (blog): "What matters in our life is not what happens to us but how we respond, transform the difficulty into advantage, and tell *that* story."

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  1. Hello, my erudite friend!

    Thank you for steadfastness. I can always count on you to give a listen and a hand up to my work. Makes the endeavor all the more enjoyable to know there are folks with whom to share.

    I recognize the feeling of “how dare they?” That’s my Righteous, Opinionated, Judgmental shadow side. Thank goodness people can’t read my mind. But I am coachable…..

    And, your take on how to turn this around is splendid! What if we simply behaved in the manner you suggest? What if we find a way to look for the good, not the bitter, seek out that worth complimenting, and so on.

    We would save ourselves a lot of grief and wrinkles…..

  2. Lovely as always, Diane.
    The story I tell myself is that the fight is not as much about the view or the vantage point but more about whether the other person “should allow us that seat” because we feel entitled to the respect signified by them giving up that seat. Conversely, if they “win” we feel disrespected.
    How about the power of bestowing something on somebody else? If we graciously allow another person something that is not theirs by default, don’t we feel good about ourselves?
    It is the same transaction but our perspective defines whether we feel good or bad about it.