This is a call to every woman, everywhere, ready to
- ignite your passion,
- turn up the heat on your pleasure and
- tap into your magnificent, miracle-making feminine power
Every woman, everywhere, who’s done playing a wallflower to life.
Are you ready?
Can you hear it? It’s the sound of the chapter closing on 2012. I’ve been yearning to take stock of the past 12 months and do some big-picture planning for 2013, but had been finding all kinds of excuses to put it off. You know the drill – emails to return, calls to make, noses to wipe, Homeland season finales to watch.
I know enough to know that all the excuses are a sign of resistance. Here are some old ideas that were conspiring to keep me from outlining my calendar:
I’ve never been much of a planner – I’ve leapt from lily pad to lily pad most of my life, jumping from well-paying corporate jobs to non-profit gigs with meager earnings, from yoga teacher training to freelance writing. I liked to think that it was just because my mind-body practice gave me a hotline to my gut, which was mostly true. But the flip side of that is that I had a long-held belief that plans just never came true.
“The problem is not the problem. Your attitude about the problem is the problem.”
– Captain Jack Sparrow
A week ago, I was having “one of those days.” I was working like crazy, but couldn’t finish anything – my audio recorder kept crashing, I lost a draft of a newsletter, no one was answering the calls I needed to make. I know you’ve had those days, am I right?
I was really feeling under the gun, because I had an afternoon out of the office planned: I had scheduled a networking tea and a massage. What had sounded like such a good plan the week before (“take Tuesday afternoon off to make space for inspiration”) was suddenly seeming like a really bad idea.
Typically, if a day goes haywire I can do a little catch-up work at night after the kids go to bed. But this night, a dear old friend who lives far away was passing through town and coming over for dinner and grown-up hang time. There was no way I was going to get any work done for the rest of the day.
Here’s how my thoughts were running an hour before I was scheduled to leave: “I’ve got to get something finished before I leave.” “This day will be a waste if I don’t get this done!” “I can’t possibly stick to my plans.” “Holy sh*t, this day is a trainwreck!” Read more…
“To keep oneself safe does not mean to bury oneself.” – Lucius Anneaus Seneca
“It is when we all play safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.” – Dag Hammarskjold
I’ll tell you what’s not to love.
Making safety one of your top priorities means you gravitate toward the status quo. You avoid change of any sort simply because it’s different, and who knows if that new reality will be “safe”? Which means you also avoid growth. After all, everything is changing all the time. The universe expands a little every day by its very nature. If you’re trying to hold yourself in the same spot while everything around you slowly evolves, it’s going to become quite painful to try and stay where you are. Read more…
When my kids were very small, as in ages 2 and 0, dinner was my daily dose of insanity. I got so stressed cooking and plating the food, cajoling bites into little mouths, doing it all in a timely manner so we didn’t miss their insanely early bedtimes, and then cleaning everything up after. Blech! I hate to even think about it.
That’s why writing this post for Gaiam on how to take the crazy out of those evening hours was so gratifying. Hope you enjoy it — and I’d love to hear in the comments either here or there about how you bring a sense of tranquility to the dinner-bed-bath rodeo!
I’ve got a new favorite saying: “Where there’s a want, there’s a way.” I made it up – well, actually, it came to me when I was meditating one day. And it means that whenever you have a true desire for something, no matter how big or outlandish seeming, you also have all the means available to you to make it a reality.
Lately, this belief has been proving itself around our new house. (That’s her in the photo.) I think just one look will explain to you why I like to call it “Home sweet homely.”
Let’s be honest: She’s not currently, nor was she when we first lay eyes on her, a beauty. When my husband and I first saw this house, she was covered in vinyl siding in a color that our realtor so delicately called “cloudy urine.” She had creepy, overgrown, cobweb-strewn evergreen trees crowding out her stairs. And she had doo doo-brown shutters. Read more…
I’ve been hearing these type of thoughts from my clients and potential clients a lot in the last week or so:
“I’m scared to see what I’ve been avoiding.”
“I’m afraid I’ll realize I’m in the wrong job or relationship.”
“It would be easier just to stay in my old bad habits, because then I know what to expect.”
I understand these thoughts. I really do. Read more…
Think crickets, the first cool breezes, a big ole moon…
It’s amazing that I recorded this only a few weeks ago. It already feels like a different lifetime.
Let’s just say you’re in a spot where it feels like everything that used to work for you isn’t working any more. You can feel so acutely how uncomfortable you are in your current reality-whether it’s your job, your weight, your relationship. And you’re so ready for a new, happier reality. You can see it. Heck, you can taste it. “Let’s do this,” you say to yourself.
So what’s the first thing you do?
Raise your hand if you decide to rein in all ‘unnecessary’ spending, so you have a cushion for when things get lean during the transition to come.
Or, you make a list of all the actions and behaviors you’re not going to do any more, such as “No more white bread and pasta,” or, “No more falling asleep on the couch.”
Or, you stay up late Googling all the classes, programs, or products you assume are the things you need to acquire in order to grow. Read more…
This morning was my morning to sleep in. (Yay.) But because I’ve been craving a long meditation session, I rolled out of bed and went to sit on my cushion in my closet. (Short backstory: I’ve got a ton of big, exciting work projects going — including my first retreat this Friday, woot! — and my husband and daughter have both been sick and in bed for several days, meaning I’ve been busier than usual on the caretaking front just as my workload is amping up. My meditation practice for the last 10 days or so has been relegated to a few deep breaths when I needed a moment of quiet reflection. The pain of not having a longer conversation with my intuition was building up, big time, and it was starting to affect how I was relating to others, and feeling about myself.)
Everything was going great. I was in a good mental groove — I was getting a ton of insights, coming fast and furious, but I trusted that I would remember them when I was done and could return my focus to my breath. This was all happening even though I could hear my husband getting my 2-year-old up and out of bed, and there was tons of their external chatter to focus on. And then my 2-year-old started to have a mini tantrum. Read more…