After the Doubt Passes and You Re-Commit (A Follow-Up)

rainbowLast week I wrote about a different perspective on what’s really going on When the Doubt Shows Up.

I have a cool update on that story that I wanted to share.

(Here’s a brief recap if you didn’t read last week’s post—if you did, feel free to skip this paragraph! This weekend I’m attending Blissdom Canada, a social media conference in Toronto, tomorrow. I’ve been signed up for months and was very clear that I wanted to check it out when I bought all my tickets. Then last week I had a wave of doubt and spent a good chunk of a morning on the phone with the airline trying to change my ticket to come home early. I found out it would cost $600 to do it. What that experience ended up doing was getting me to re-commit to my initial vision of going.)

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And Then the Doubt Showed Up

monster a tthe doorNext week, I’m flying to Toronto to attend Blissdom Canada—a blogging and social media conference I’ve been half-thinking of attending for years now. I’ve never been to Toronto, and I love the opportunity to put aside some of my many roles (tucker-inner, grocery shopper, dinner planner) and dive into thinking about work. I know I’ll come back refreshed and excited to see my kids, I’ll have gotten some great thinking and some great working done, and I’ll have scratched my itch for seeing someplace new. It’s definitely a win-win.

So why did I spend an hour of yesterday morning trying to change my flight and come back early?

Because this is what happens when I, or you, or anyone, makes a decision based on a true desire:

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This Is For All You Type As

Type AIn my eight years as a freelance writer, my goal was to wow every editor I worked with. I prided myself on turning in extremely clean copy that typically needed little editing. Basically, I wanted to be a dream to work with.

No pressure there, right? Noooooo. None at all. =)

I mean, yes, my intentions were honorable. I wanted to do a good job. But it went further than that. On some level, I needed to do a good job. Desperately. Because being insanely responsive and delivering pristine copy was how I proved my value to myself. It was how I justified being able to make a living doing something I loved, that so many people thought was impossible to do, and to do it out of my home while wearing sweats. If I didn’t knock it out of the park every time, I just felt so danged unworthy.

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This Is How You Get What You Want: A Parable

ScottThis is my husband, Scott. He is doing a little light vacation reading of a book called How to Build You Own Electric Vehicle.

See, Scott is obsessed with electric cars. Obsessed! He is an early adopter by nature.  Whether it was breakdancing in the early 80s or the first iPhone (remember those folks who stood in line for hours? Yep, he was one of them.) And whatever his current fascination is, he goes all in. He has no interest in hybrids.

For the past several months, Scott has been up late at night watching You Tube videos that chronicle people retrofitting their cars with electric motors. He has been reading reviews of the electric car models that are currently available. He has been scouring online forums for news of electric vehicles that are still in the production pipeline.

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On Your Mark…Get Set…Let Go!

She Let GoNext time you’re in a snit about something, or sad, or re-hashing something you wish had gone differently, or beating yourself up, or feeling sorry for yourself…

Imagine those thoughts, fears, concerns or complaints as a bunch of balloons. And let those suckers go.

If they seem to stay stuck to your hand, or your metaphorical fingers won’t loosen their grip, imagine cutting the string.

You’ll still be here. You’ll still be safe. You’ll still be real. And so will those balloons. There will just be more distance between you and them.

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Warning! Deep Thoughts Below (On Suicide, Robin Williams, and Happiness)

deep thoughtsHello – I’d been planning on doing fun things with this newsletter during the month of August. But then life took on a heavier tone last week with the news of Robin Williams’ suicide and the travesty in Ferguson. It triggered some thoughts to dislodge from deep down in my psyche, and I thank you in advance for giving me a forum to share them in. I wrote them down last week, and didn’t think I would do anything with them. But a week later, I feel that if a nutty week like last week happens and we don’t actually do anything different, it’s a missed opportunity. SO…I hope you will find them helpful – I know it helped me face my feelings and do some course corrections in my own thinking and actions. Peace.

This morning I actually got out of the house to go on a walk. I had mentioned it to my trainer yesterday, that I wasn’t moving enough, that it was feeling like something I ‘had’ to do, like eating broccoli, and I was unmotivated. He suggested finding some way to go about it so that it felt fun and happy and less like “move your butt, lazy bones”. Then he tossed out the idea of downloading podcasts on to my phone. Bing! I had honestly been wondering how to find a way to listen to more podcasts; I love them so, but they require too much focus to listen to while writing and since my kids are generally around in the times I’m not working, I don’t have a ton of focus then either.

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Another One of My Favorite Words


Not too long ago I wrote about how one of my favorite words is “and”.  There’s another one I’d like to add to the list:


I’m not talking about when you use “yet” as a substitute for “but”, as in, “I really want to do this thing, and yet….”

I’m talking about when you use it at the end of a sentence.

I’ll give you an example.

I was talking with a freelance writer friend yesterday. We were having a little telephone pow-wow about work and life. And she mentioned that she was writing a bunch of stories on topics that interested her, but that didn’t pay much. And she was kind of thinking that maybe she’d have to give up on her dream of writing about these subjects that were near to her heart because they were too much work for too little money.

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That Great Thing You Can’t See

don't seeWhen I was a kid growing up in Rhode Island, I attended a re-enactment of an historic event—the burning of the British ship the HMS Gaspee by ticked off colonists in 1772. I remember my Dad pointing at the flaming replica ship and saying, “See it? It’s right there!” At least I assume it was flaming: I couldn’t see it, because I was looking too hard, too far out in to Narragansett Bay. And I missed the whole darn thing.

Flash forward to this past weekend, when my husband and I went camping with our kids and four other families. We hiked in with all our stuff strapped to our backs, the kids ran free between campsites, we cooked fabulous food over an open flame.

While we were in the woods, one of the women we were camping with commented on how much she liked one of the plants that was growing wild. Another woman told her it was mountain laurel. “I have one of these growing in my front yard! I can’t believe I didn’t recognize it.”

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Is Candy Crush a Spiritual Practice?!

Candy Crush SagaFor pretty much the entire month of June I went down a wormhole of Candy Crush. It got to the point that I saw exploding multi-colored Sno-Caps when I closed my eyes to go to sleep.

I kept trying to justify the time I spent curled up with the iPad by finding some deeper meaning that I could relay in a blog post. I mean, there are a couple of cool things to be learned—that sometimes working on some area that feels totally unrelated to the area you want to target will get you the precise results you want. (Or, in Candy Crush terms, if you want to clear the jelly, you’ve got to clear some non-jelly spaces too.) That there’s always another chance. That you can always ask for help. But really, it was too much of a stretch to assign spiritual meaning to Candy Crush.

Except for this: Beauty, synchronicity, and even success happen when you honor your desires. (Click to Tweet!)

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When the Only Thing Left to Do Is Dig Deep

My family on vacationGreetings after a week off! Last week my family and I made our annual pilgrimage to Block Island. A tiny speck of land 13 miles off the coast of Rhode Island, that island is my happy place. In addition to being beautiful (imagine a mini Ireland) and smelling divine (think honeysuckle and salt air), going there feels like traveling back in time 50 years. Cell and wifi reception are iffy at best. The big highlight of the day is going to get ice cream or sitting on the lawn overlooking the Atlantic with a tasty beverage while the kids roll down the hill. Heaven.

One of our annual activities is kayaking. This year, I had my four-year-old, Teddy, in my boat. He was wearing his brand new Block Island hat and we were having a great time exploring the Great Salt Pond.

The only hitch was that it was pretty windy.

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