Posts Tagged "overcoming fears"

The More I Know Myself, The Less I Care

The more I know myself, really and deeply know my Self, the less I’m finding I care… I don’t care what I look like. I don’t care that I make mistakes. I don’t care that my thoughts go off on wild, unhelpful tangents. I don’t care that I get afraid or triggered. I don’t care to spend so much time Digging Deep. (Gasp! I know!) The more I know myself, the less I find I care about others too… I don’t care what others think of me. I don’t care if they agree or disagree with me. I don’t have endless opinions or fears on the choices they make either. And I don’t care if I’m accepted or rejected. (Yes, despite my equally strong drive to not blindly follow the norm, this was very much a big thing for me.) I just don’t have the energy anymore, let alone the…

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The Fear of Public Speaking and What It Really Boiled Down To

I realized recently that I don’t get scared speaking anymore. Not when I’m interviewing someone big or important, nor when I’m teaching my essential oil workshops. I used to get out of my mind scared: butterflies, tightness, heart racing, the constant urge to pee my pants (no joke), and crazy thoughts of all kind of madness that could ensue, which usually involved images of people with pitchforks. But without all those emotions and thoughts getting in the way I’ve found I actually have a strength and passion for teaching, presenting, and speaking. (If you had asked me that five years ago I would swallowed my tongue just thinking about it.) I’ve spoken to some pretty amazing people in my life, people I admire or had a mild crush on – Steven Tyler (!!), Ricki Lake, Dr. Peter Gray – all with various amounts of nerves and confidence leading up to…

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On Showing Up and Rocking It (The Ricki Lake Recap)

It’s Saturday, two days after the show, and I’m still not totally with it. I’ve slept umteen hours and am still finding my footing, but I wanted to get this whole experience down before I forget it. To answer the most frequently asked question first: The airdate is April 17th on Fox, and you can signup here or here to get a reminder or watch the video we capture of it. The overarching vibe of the entire experience: amazeballs. I realized long before the show that this wasn’t about being on TV, or connecting with the beautiful Ricki (whose work I admire anyway). This was about me. It was about making a declaration to myself of self-approval and nonjudgment. About surrendering my desire to control and perfect, and instead forgiving myself my perceived shortcomings and “not enough-ness” by allowing myself to just own Who I Am. It felt like years…

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I Have This Whole Other Side (And It’s Going on the Ricki Lake Show)

I can really trace this all back to embracing (I can’t quite say “choosing” cuz Life wasn’t exactly giving me much of a choice) my Guiding Word of Surrender. Life has walked (is still walking) me through a long series of examining and releasing and realigning. It’s been a quiet, still sort of process, like quietly watching a movie screen flitting across the inside of my eyelids, asking me to view with openness the areas in which I was not listening, the expectations I had that were not working, the personal dogma I was walking on a very long leash, the ducking out of the banquet I was doing before it was my turn to make the toast, the ways in which I was battening down the hatches of my lips and not allowing myself to just speak in real terms about Who I Am and what I do. The…

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5 Cool New Places You Can Find Me {Like Problogger!}

I’ve been getting around a little lately, collaborating with some new peeps and having some fun with it. I felt like I was so swamped with the OP e-course I just didn’t have a chance to network and collaborate with anyone for a good chunk of the year. Or I haven’t had a chance to share them. Boo. This afternoon the rad Christie Inge joined us on the Organic Tribe tele-circle to talk about what she does best: intuitive eating, honoring your body, and making peace with food {she was even rad enough to send some extra goodies too}, and reminding me again how much I love her, her work, her voice. If you haven’t checked her out, please do. I think you’ll love her. {If you’re part of the Tribe/Sisterhood, grab the recording from your downloads!} Here’s where I’ve been myself lately: Problogger: 6 Practices to Overcome Your Fears…

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I Say Ego, But I Really Mean Fear

I sometimes throw around the word Ego. But I’m really not fond of the common definition or the connotation. This is a throwback to my upbringing, to being raised in a belief that there is some inherently bad or broken part of us that, as humans, we must fight against (fight against it in ourselves and fight against it in others, namely in our children). I don’t believe this. At all. I do not believe there is a soul on this planet who is naturally bad, born terrible, or inherently evil. There are people who do some terrible, diabolical, tragic things. But I hesitate to even use the word “evil” to describe them, as this just seems to me a cop-out, as if I can all easily explain away such behaviors with a sweep of the hand, brushing off the deeper cause and responsibility we all have (to one another)…

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The Power and Reverence of Holding Space for Women

Filling Your Cup Mama’s Night In at Wide Sky Days Remember the Wide Sky Days conference I mentioned last week? One thing I didn’t elaborate on was that the conference – although deeply needed for personal reasons wasn’t even on our radar to attend until Flo, the event organizer, invited me to hold a circle, a Mama’s Night In. We actually connected back in January over the phone to talk about what she really wanted to offer the mama’s at the conference. By the end of the 45 minutes conversation we had shared laughs and goosebumps and excitement over what was developing. I’ve come to find over the past year how much these circles mean to me. Online circles like the forum and the circles we hold over the phone within the Organic Tribe, and – more and more – these in-person, intimate circles between women. A women’s empowerment circle last…

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Connecting With Children (It Doesn’t Have To Be Awkward)

It use to be awkward for me to speak or connect with children. I would ask them the customary questions: How old are you? What grade are you in? What’s your favorite subject? What do you want to be when you grow up? (Kinda similar to how I use to talk to adults actually: What do you do? How’s the weather? Time flies huh?) You know, the kind of questions that you don’t really listen for the answers. But then I started meeting children who liked to make up their their own age (or name), who didn’t go to school, and who demanded (not with words but with their very presence and the way they experienced life) a whole new kind of interaction. And it was awkward at first. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. It was uncomfortable to be alone with a child I…

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The Great Blog Comment Debate (Or Why I’ve Turned Mine Off And Back On Again)

I spent the first few years of my blog being on the “For” side of the Great Blog Comment Debate: adamantly for blog comments on blogs. To not have comments seemed pointless (among other things) and I was a little judgmental about it. Then I spent the last year growing my business and a multitude of reasons shifted my ideas. I’ve now had blog comments turned off on all posts for about 5 months. I’m going to speak in this post both as a blogger, a reader and an authentic business owner on my experience and experimentation with blog comments. Yes. It’s called “fear”.   The Blog Comment Debate Will Vary Bloggers will adamantly (and sometimes rudely) insist that to have a blog means you “should” have comments allowed, that those comments should go live instantly so no one has to be “approved” (after perhaps a captcha feature to prevent…

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I use to write poetry, I used to write it for me

I use to write poetry I use to write it for me I would climb To the top of the pine tree (In front of the house on Powell Street) With a notebook under one arm The other barely holding on And the sap on my feet And there I’d write words Words just for me Whatever happened to that balladry, The one about the wind wrapping around me? More importantly Whatever happened to the pride in me? The wonder and awe I would see In the eyes from the mirror Of a little girl free? With the scraped knee And the grand ideas of who I would be? I use to write poetry Poetry that was only for me Words that sang And excited And made me love me I was 10 (or 11 maybe) What did I know about creativity? About cocooning my art My heart Against unprepared…

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