Meet Marla. Marla is having a conversation with a good friend. While sharing, her friend interrupts and redirects the conversation to something else. This royally ticks Marla off. Marla, feeling angry, hangs up the phone, swearing to never share with her friend again.
She then replays her friend’s behavior. And as she’s replaying, she’s crafting a narrative of how rude her friend is. How her friend has no time for her. How her friend is selfish and not interested in anyone but herself.
Each time she replays the event and the story she’s crafted, she gets angrier and angrier. …
Choice, it’s a powerful “thing”. And it’s funny, I think we or at least I, sometimes forget there’s always a choice. I mean, even the choice to do nothing is still a choice.
BUT when it comes to choosing ourselves, do we? Or do we wait and wait and wait for others to choose us?
Do you remember playing games on recess like Dodge-ball or Kickball? There was always a team captain who got to choose who was on their team. I was never very athletic so I often got chosen close to last.
Fast forward to adulthood; dating apps…
Are you feeling like someone sucked the air out of your balloon?
After the year we’ve had, it would make sense if you are. Trust me. I’ve been feeling it too and it’s gotten in the way of my creativity. Which has totally sucked!
But I discovered something over the last few days that has re-inflated my balloon and I want to share it with you. Hint: It has to do with the hashtag above.
Every New Year’s Eve I used to choose a word for the new year. A word that would serve as a theme. The last few…
As a mindset geek, I love learning as much as I can about shifting a can’t mindset to one that can and does. So, over the last year, I’ve spent A LOT of time in the best mindset laboratory possible, my own mindset.
I’ve been a neutral observer (more on that in a bit), I’ve engaged, disengaged, meditated, and journaled. I’ve poked and prodded, provoked, and pontificated. Not to mention I’ve read more books in the last year than I have in the last 20 years. (If you’re into insightful/inspiring books and want some recommendations, ! …
I used to say things like, “Seeing is believing” or “I’ll believe it when I see it.” And then the following quote flitted across my desk…”You’ll see it when you believe it.” — Dr. Wayne Dyer
Talk about a forehead smacking moment. I had it all backward. Anytime I’ve ever believed something, I’ve either felt it or seen it.
I’m reminded of when I first started coaching. I believed that I sucked as a coach. The belief not only made me feel crappy, but it fed my story of “not good enough”. …
I used to get frustrated when I couldn’t in a “blink of an eye” go from feeling crappy to feeling happy. I mean, according to my dad, happiness was just a switch in my head that I didn’t have to reach for via my “anal sphincter” or “anal orifice”.
Sorry, I know that’s gross. Regardless, his well-meaning message has always been that of choice. Choosing to be happy.
Sure, I know that there’s always a choice. I coach around choices every day. …
This past year has been like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I know I’m not alone in thinking that. I’m also not alone in saying this year has tested, twisted, tried, and even tormented.
Regardless, this past year was filled with things I’d gotten lost in.
I’ve read and watched more news in 2020 than I have in my entire life. Here’s the deal though, it wasn’t reading or watching the news that was the problem. It’s what I allowed the news to do that was the problem.
I allowed the news to become a distraction. I also allowed it…
It feels like forever since I have written a blog post. In total transparency, it has been a few months since I have done any creative writing of any kind.
And it’s not because I don’t like to write, I do. I love to write. It’s just every time I have tried to come up with something to share with all of you, a feeling of resistance washes over me.
It starts in my belly and then rises up in my throat, where it stops. Cutting off my words, drowning out my thoughts with its ever so slight choke-hold. …
I recently bought Glennon Doyle’s book “Untamed” and I’m so glad I did. I’m resonating with her stories. She’s like my sister from another mister, who like me lived in a cage of expectations to be someone she wasn’t in order to fit in with everyone else.
While I’m not finished with the book, what I’ve read made me ask myself this question; am I living my truth and being the most uncaged version of me?