I type words as they spill from my soul. They are the downloads from the universe, the lessons in action, and the truth as I am seeking it.
This past Friday, I hosted my first women's circle. I have been feeling called to lead a group of women in this capacity for some time but I really didn't even know it existed beyond the vision in my heart. It was simply an idea brewing. An experience kind of like yoga but without the yoga. Something that connects you physically and spiritually, creates vulnerability yet safety. An experience that crashes your walls and heals your heart. A mix of group therapy and some spiritual experience.
This Summer, I read Rise Sister Rise, by Rebecca Campbell and in one of her reflections she shares an experience in circle. Instantly, I thought to myself, THAT'S IT! But still I wasn't really sure how or what. The logistics still seemed a little far.
And then this Fall I was invited to speak on a self-care panel and met my friend, Jess (remember Jess from Season 2 of the podcast?!) where her and a few of the women were talking about a circle she held. Goosebumps. I immediately interjected asking for more. Who? Where? How? I wanted all of the details. A few months later I attended one of Jess's circles and it just immediately clicked.
This, my sweet ones, is exactly how manifestation works. I seed is planted in your heart. You water it. You tend to it when the signs open up, and then your seed blooms. If done right, somehow you just know everything you need to know and are delivered all of your missing elements along the way.
As 2019 started to close and I began to look ahead to 2020 and set my intentions, a women's circle just felt like the truthiest truth that could exist. So even with my bundle of nerves and simultaneous rooted knowing, I set the date for the new moon.
I would say coincidentally - but are there really any coincidences - I began really tuning into the moon and our own 'moon cycles' last fall. I started tracking my period really closely and diving into the wisdom that accompanies the moon. I wanted to see how closely this mirrored my natural moods and intuitive guidance. Wouldn't you know it? It was nearly spot on, while also really helping me see where my hormones dropped (another post for another day). The point being, the wisdom of the moon has been so powerful for me that aligning it with the woman's circle was a true aligned decision.
ok ok but what exactly is it
After posting a few pictures online, I got so many questions, "What exactly is a women's circle??????"
I hate to sound cliche but it is hard to describe without being there because so much of circle is feeling (there's that divine feminine again). Simply giving you the layout or the format will help you understand about 20% of your question, but I will still do my best.
Women's Circle is all about creating safe space for connection and personal healing. At the start of each circle, I take careful time to set the space including cleansing with smudge and sound. I set my intention for the room and invitation.
When you arrive, you are invited to sit wherever you feel called in the circle. The dress is comfortable because we are sitting on the floor for about two hours. So be you. Come as you are. Wear relaxed clothing. Feel free to wash your face (because you never know when the tears will release). Bring extra pillows and meditation cushions.
The start of circle is my chance to welcome you, open circle, and just give a little bit of introduction to our format and theme. Yes, there's a theme that we use to create dialogue.
Circle is not a space for me to be your coach, though I may probe a little if I think you can go deeper. But I am not there to offer you any solutions, because you are fully capable of healing yourself.
Questions and answers are formulated around meditation, breath, and just connecting with your divine spirit. It's a way to open the portals of your heart and really get connected to your intuition. It's a chance to open yourself up to other women who are equally queens and hot messes, knowing you are no better or no worse.
Circle is just a beautiful connection of exploration, connectivity, and healing.
If you love this and want to come, here is the date to our next circle. Hope to see you there.
Leadership was never really a principle that interested me. In fact, I remember a time when I was a therapist and really leading my practice with mindfulness philosophies (side bar: my first Twitter handle was MindfulBrook… I haven’t been on Twitter in probably 5 years but apparently I connected it to my Facebook and still tweet away! I should fix that except I have no idea what any of my login info is.) Anywho. A friend of mine, Brian approached me with a collab idea: creating a leadership program around the principles of health, wellness, and mindfulness. I really wasn’t that interested because leadership then just felt very old white man. Stuffy. I wasn’t able to articulate it at the time but this is patriarchy. The feeling that there is a club and I didn’t get the invite so I’m going to play a different game over here.
It wasn’t until I stepped into the entrepreneurial space that I really started studying leadership. Personal development is a no-brainer for any entrepreneur and my learner self loves this stuff. But time and time again, I would read books written by old white men and feel that this didn’t really apply to me. I specifically remember How to Win Friends and Influence People and the pronouns were all he. John Maxwell over and over just felt like he was talking to someone else. But really it was when I read 10x Rule by Grant Cardone that I felt my first real push back. He was sharing his belief on full life success and his priority to also be a good father. He was telling how he gets up with his daughter first thing so that his wife could have some time to herself and they would often go grocery shopping. It was maybe like two hours that he spent with her. And while that is all well and good, I kept thinking about his wife. Because when he turned his kiddo back over to momma, he was free. Free to go build his business both with his time but also with his mind. I, on the other hand, suffered bad with mom guilt. From taking on all the things. I felt like a failure in every area. It is necessary to say here, that I have no problems with Dale Carnegie or John Maxwell or Grant Cardone. They have valuable content. The problem is that their content is from their singular lens, yet taught that it’s a blanket method for all. When information is expelled in that way we run the risk of people feeling like there is something wrong with them. You absolutely can be successful and sell and have influence without taking the stance that you cover all demographics. This is privilege. Do you see that? People vibe with different people. For me, I would read Brene Brown and just feel at home.
The struggle for me, at the time, was business was suffering and so was I. I lost my center of gravity and therefore was easily swayed. We call this your root chakra. It’s that energy field that keeps you planted and grounded, allows you to feel safe and protected, and keeps you firmly rooted in who you are. I often share with my clients my personal vision of what the healing journey looks like and for me, it’s an oak tree. Being so solid and strong and rooted in who you are, that even when the winds pick up and your leaves get rustled, your center, your core, your trunk barely moves. But I was still this little wispy thing getting thrown around. So if someone told me 10x, I would 10x until I burnt out. If someone sold me hustle and grind as being cool, I would hustle and grind with the best of them. If someone said, No excuses, I would make sure I could out excuse anyone. All the while, feeling this tug in my gut that was telling me, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I was acting as a soldier when I’m supposed to be the medic.
Finally I stopped. And then I crumbled. That’s how this works, you know. You will get the whispers first and if you don’t follow those, you will get bigger signs, and if you still don’t pay attention, you will get really big bricks dumped on you until you are forced to pay attention. I follow the little niggles now.
But after I crumbled and picked up the pieces, I proceeded with caution. The only thing I knew to be true is that my intuition was now leading the way. It didn’t matter how twisty the journey, I was following it. And as I did, I realized that the way I felt called to do things was not wrong or bad. Not at all. It was just different. It was feminine and it was EQUALLY as valuable in any space.
A FEW THINGS THAT CHANGEd
It’s funny as I look at my life now and my life two years ago, I am the exact same person and I am COMPLETELY different in the same breath. Some of my actions weren’t wrong, but they were about 2 degrees off. I don’t sail, but I know enough that if you chart your course and are two degrees off in your journey, you will end up some place very different. That’s life too. We set goals because we are really chasing an emotion. And we believe that the achievement of the goal will help us feel that emotion. You may achieve your goal but miss your internal mark. And that’s why you can lose the weight, or get the promotion, or land your perfect partner and still feel like a ball of anxious nerves.
Through this process I have identified specific traits that are divinely feminine. There are of course, divine masculine traits! But in today’s society there is also a heightened level of toxic masculine in the business and work force (and plenty of toxic feminine but not as dominant in the work force). Every man and woman has some degree of masculine and feminine. Think of them as being on a continuum like Meyer’s Briggs. You aren’t just one or the other but a certain percentage. The goal with healing yourself and creating unity with your spirit is to find your unique combination.
Let’s take a look:
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The Divine Feminine is taking ancient feminine wisdom and remembering our intuitive feminine spirit in today’s modern world. Now if we take you back. Way, way back. Once upon a time women were revered as the goddesses we are. I mean we can make humans. This is just ridiculously obvious to me. But, someone didn’t like that. Actually lots of someones across various cultures and countries. Our power threatened the masculinity and thus, eons of patriarchy has been the norm. This did not come without a fight, like the Salem Witch Trials, brutality of our bodies, alienation of our sisterhood, and a stripping of our intuitive wisdom until we just forgot.
And while some may contest that sure we can work in jobs or stay home with babies and have these rights, the truth is our sisterhood in today’s world is suffering deeply. We are more prone to experience anxiety and depression, at the height of our loneliness, detached from our intuition thus creating extreme levels of fear and doubt, and at war with our own bodies. We are chasing things that don’t matter in careers that don’t bring us joy. We are riddled in mom guilt. And sure, while we may have a few seats at some of the tables, usually it was earned by playing the game of patriarchy instead of as our divine selves.
This shift in consciousness, in a new way of being, leading, and loving in the world IS HAPPENING.
I know this sounds too good to be true. Like heaven on earth. But this is who we are in our core at our deepest level. This is our soul’s desire.
You don’t have to take my word for it. Try it yourself. Listen to my podcasts, watch my videos, read my posts, and feel into this. I have every confidence that you can heal and guide yourself into your own knowing. But sometimes it just feels really good to have a partner in your journey. Sometimes you keep hitting dead ends and want to speed up the process. And sometimes, some sisters just hold certain gifts (my purpose) that can help shine a light for you where it is dim. If this feels right, then that’s what I am here for.
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initially all of this felt good. Maybe good isn't the word because it definitely felt odd. Very counter-intuitive to my normal type-a personality. But it just felt right.
Whenever I have these periods of nesting or strong maternal urges, I go back to a paragraph or so from Magnolia Story by Joanna Gaines where she talks about closing her store to stay home with her children. The knowing, the nudge from God that her season was with her babies and something more was in store for her. Often, I feel something similar.
I had this feeling last year when I started to explore the idea of more children and again as I romanticized homeschooling. It's the same feeling that comes to me when I dream about moving to the country or a remote space. And I even had this feeling as I started to think about getting offline permanently (or at least a heavy detox).
But what I have come to realize is that these nudges that I am feeling have nothing to do with motherhood or country living or social media. The nudges I am feeling have all been calling me home. Calling me inward.
Feeling tired, frustrated, afraid - all of my ideas for fixing that are simply just bandaids, a way for me to hide, to rest, to take a break from the noisy world. When everything that I want is simply within. The answers, the feelings, and even the path are found in my heart space. Are found with my ability to grant myself permission. I simply have to be brave enough to follow it.
I feel all of this in a swirling moment. Because as we creep deeper into September, I also feel like my time is coming and the angst is building. I am an impatient child. When I want something, I want it now. And y'all, I want to explode with these messages inside of me. Messages of feminine leadership and truth and leaving behind fear and anxiety and loneliness. A message that crumbling is beautiful and triumphant. I want to explode with all that's brewing inside of me and still this grand uncertainty of how it will unfold. But that's just it, there is still so much brewing. Still a period of gestation. This I know for sure. But that doesn't mean I like it. It doesn't mean that the child inside of me doesn't want to rush the process.
Boom. Smack. And in the middle of it all, my baby gets sick. Y'all. I just got him in school. He's gone one day and out sick. My weary heart that knows this month is all about grounding but battling this child inside of me that wants to run with this fire. That feels I am up against some illusive clock of time. This fear inside that says if I don't hurry I am going to miss out, miss my opportunity, miss my approval rating. That's just raging fear inside of me.
So home we stay. There's just something about your sick child that makes your world stop. That forces you to inhale nothing but giant gulps of gratitude as they drape their uncomfortable little bodies on top of you because nothing in the world is making them feel comfortable but the touch of mom. The safety that you will make it all better.
I breathe in patience. I breathe in presence. And I breathe in the reminder that everything is happening. It is happening the way that it should. It is happening in the fastest time possible. And maybe, just maybe the reason is doesn't feel that it's happening fast enough is because what is inside of me is going to take a little more growth and healing and patience. And maybe, just maybe if I decide to go all in on that instead of getting lost in my fears, time is irrelevant.
Real growth is a Mother F...
If life is leaning on you real hard right now it's because you are being beckoned to grow. So often though, we tend to bargain with the universe by making lateral moves. We look outside ourselves for something bright and shiny. A new job, a new course, a new diet. We think that all we need is just this new thing over here. But what we really need is to sit with the discomfort, climb the mountain, actually pull away the layers (and not just read about it), and GROW.
What challenge are you incurring that growth is the answer?
Parenting is hard. But I am going to say the thing out loud that I am afraid to say: Right now, for me, It's hard because I am not finding as much joy in the day in day out of parenting that I thought that I would. Coming to terms with this is hard. It makes me feel inadequate as a mom. It riddles me with guilt. And saying it out loud makes me feel like I need to definitely preface it with how much I love my children and all the things that make me a great mom in order to shield myself from any backlash. We all have our issues, sister.
I am just not sure what crack I was smoking when I got pregnant and created this ideal in my head of what I thought it would look like to be a mom. I guess I hadn't been around any babies in a very long time and really was out of my league. But I entered into something way over my head in how I was going to approach motherhood and entrepreneurship, believing that I could do both effortlessly without help from anyone other than dad. And all I did was create this perfectionistic expectation that didn't exist and caused me to fail time and time again.
We experienced our fair share of financial battles while growing our business and babies. So after setting this expectation for myself, we left no room for the financial option of hiring help. And this is where we've stayed. I have stayed steadfast to the course of staying home with my children while also building (and now rebuilding a business).
So much of me wants to take greater advantage of this time, because I see what everyone raves on about. Actually, I wish I could strike through that first sentence. I don't actually want to... I just feel like I should. I do see how fast it goes. But the truth is I am 1 million times more present when I have had a full day of work. When I have been able to connect with like-thinkers and impact other women in their journeys. I come home alive, energized, and excited to see my babies now that mom's cup is full. Now that I have had a chance to miss them... and honestly, they also come to the table more excited to see me.
I am an achiever and I hate having to apologize for that as a mother. I hate that in some way by staking claim in the love for my work, that I feel the need to overcompensate in my claims of loving my children.
Of course it's easy to tell me, "Yeah girl. Be a working mom." But why do we feel like this? Where does it come from and why the guilt? Because I know how our psyches work. If I don't uncover the root and just say yeah, work, I will still be struggling with the guilt. I am not looking to replace one unhappiness for the other - the lesser of two evils. I am looking to find the joy.
For me, I have reconciled with the fact that I was raised by a single mom. Being a latch-key kid was hard. Some times... a lot of times it sucked. I hated the level of self-sufficience that was required of me and I resented that other kids had more present parents. But maybe even harder was that I know my mom hated it too. She would have a week off of work for her vacation time where she would make my lunch or pick me up from school and she would always say, "See I was meant to be a stay at home mom." Her desire to be home and my desire to have her home has subconsciously impacted my decisions.
But I have always been an achiever. I loved the pats on the backs for good grades. I loved sitting at the front of the room, learning, and being on the teacher's good side. I loved that my mom used to buy me unlimited books as long as I read them. And I loved adding a graduate degree to my resume.
As an achiever, it can be really hard to learn when it's time to ask for help. Too often we can take that all on ourselves. And this is exactly the piece that was missing. Not only do I need to make the step to ask for more help. But I have had to reconcile that spending less time with my kids is actually what is going to make me a better mom. A mom that is filled more joy filled.
What is it for you?
What's that thing? That hard thing that is keeping you from loving your life? Is it your soul-sucking job, some measure of parenthood, feeling detached from friendships?
Joy can sometimes feel like this unattainable feeling reserved for empty-nesters, but I know we can experience joy everyday. However, in order to experience it, we not only need to uncover what will bring us more joy and the path to go after it, but we need to understand why it's that thing that will work, and not just a grass is greener mentality.
I'm not sure anyone would have considered me your stereotypical nice girl. I have never been afraid to speak my mind and challenge the status quo. But within the past year, I have taken note at the frequency in which I am out to please others. Mostly the women closest to me. My mom, teachers, mentors. Post my business on social media and get a few unfollows? No prob. Follow a different path or different plan than what those closest to me think I should and I want to crawl out of my skin. This has been my number 1 form of self-sabotage: check-in with my heart. Decided to go a different route. Disappoint someone. Run back with my tail between my legs.
I've internalized messages like I'm not a team player or I'm not consistent, continuing to feed my negative self talk that it's me. That I'm not good enough. That I am unworthy because of these skills that I haven't developed. That I am unable to trust myself because these people know better. That this is the love I seek and how I can show love. By being a good girl.
But within the past year, I have followed faith. Only faith. A twisty, windy, zig-zaggy path that was only lit by faith. This path allowed me to see very clearly how I was people-pleasing. How I was abandoning myself for likes and approvals and pats on the back. Whoa nelly. Here comes the next lesson that life is about to teach me.
Just this past Sunday in church and then last night at a book launch, the message was consistent. What does it mean to be a nice Christian? Y'all immediately I thought this didn't really apply to me because I am the opposite of a nice Christian. I am a kind person who is toe-dipping into this church thing (not all church... my church) and still can't scream out Christianity because I am not ready to be grouped in with nice Christians. So how could this message apply to me? I don't know, but I have learned that when you continue to get hit with the same message, best you pay attention.
You see, similar to nice Christians, I am indeed a people pleaser. And the most dangerous kind. I don't like people to be mad at me. I would prefer people like me. I definitely don't want to disappoint someone and I would be mortified if I hurt someone close to me. People pleasing has served me. It's served me to stay in other's good graces. To be the teacher's pet. I get things that way. I get more approval, which I conveniently have mistaken for more love. But love isn't this you scratch my back, I scratch your back kind of thing. Love is getting to the root of who you are and then loving that. Love isn't self-serving. Pleasing the masses may be exhausted, but pleasing those you hold most dear is trading approval for love.
So by relinquishing people pleasing, I am relinquishing a drug that has felt good for a long time. I am relinquishing this false sense of approval. I am opening myself up for rejection. To people not liking me and agreeing with me. I am opening myself up to being cast aside and out of the circle.
But I am also opening myself up to real love. To the kind of love that knows me, would never abandon me, and loves me because of this. That honors and admires the strength and courage it takes to Brave the Wilderness, as Brene Brown would say. To stay steadfast in my truth and then allow the right people to come along because of that.
Overcome Pleasing and you will overcome loneliness
True love starts from within. We all know that. But when was the last time you checked in with yourself on your self-love meter? Maybe you've overcome your body image issues or your mom guilt, but if you are a human being, this is a relationship that needs constant nurturing. If you want to feel truly included in this world, you have to start by first accepting yourself. Accepting that your desires, opinions, and feelings may not look like everyone you love. And that's ok. You need to go momma bear on standing up for yourself vs. abandoning yourself. Love>approval. Yeah?
I have to shoot you straight. This is hard. Why? Because it hurts. It hurts to muster up the courage, be vulnerable enough to be the real you, and then not be embraced. It hurts to realize that a relationship you wanted to work might not be working. It hurts to feel the job you were so excited about might not be the right fit. It hurts to accept the friendships you were building may not have the same values. Disappointment and sadness are ok. They are ok to feel and experience and are totally normal. Grieve if you feel it. But just like the Bachelorette has to break up with the runner up to get her proposal, you too have to end the barrier that's keeping you from truly loving you. And when you do, and you see your one and only (that would be yourself) ready to love you through and through for the long haul, sister that's the greatest acceptance you will ever feel in this world. And no group, team, committee, or even family can give you that love we all are so desperately seeking. But guess what does happen? You won't always be sitting there all by your lonesome. No. Those who always did love you, will come to admire you. And you also now have room for those that were always meant to love you the right way. And you, them.
I have this longing. This unsettling in my soul. I have been carrying it all day.
It started with my morning meditation. Anxiety. That's what I felt. Why anxiety? What is this here to teach me? That is the question I have learned to ask myself. Through so much trial and error, I have realized that everything that doesn't work out, doesn't for a reason. So a constant reminder when my feelings bubble to the surface, What is this here to teach me.
For a long time the answer was that I was on the wrong path. Then the path was right but I was still a hair to the left or the right. In this moment, I can say with absolute certainty that my compass bearings are solid. So what was it?
My mantra repeating over and over, what is this here to teach me.
I walk in the house and hubs can tell I'm despondent. What's wrong?
Want to talk about it?
I ramble on for a minute with the complexities and he offers solutions. For the first time since I ever wanted to employ myself, I am certain in my direction, in my action, in my work. So what is it?
Tears roll down my face. I look at him clearly and let him know that I don't want him to sooth or fix in this moment. I want him to let me have this. These tears. That they have been building and they need to be released.
He helps me process and strategize and I pull a few things that are helpful. And I get curious. Maybe this is why. This is why I am anxious so that I could cry and have this conversation and get just one more strategy that could be helpful.
It's in this moment that I remember the value of emotions as our best teachers.
Sister, if you are not crying over your goals then you are not pushing yourself to grow. But as a high achiever, we are in this thing together. So often I have cried over my woes and the thing I felt first was loneliness. That I am the only one going through this feeling and therefore, I am the one that is missing something. That loneliness leads to lack. The feelings of not good enough and not worthy enough. I can't tell you how often the ole "who do you think you are" text has played through my head. And that lack leads to anxiety.
What made this all more intense was the fear. The fear that if I carry this negativity that I am going to manifest more negativity. So let me just smile, listen to another podcast, and try to PD my way out of this. All the while attracting shit and wondering what the hell I am doing wrong.
Can you feel me.
Spiritual Bypassing. Mindfulness. Manifestation. Oh My.
Following your truth is just that: Your truth. On the Gram, our truth is supposed to look like purpose and good lighting and only aftermath of our lessons. But following our truth can also lead us down some dark holes. Unknown. Uncomfortable feelings.
TRUST THEM. Because even the ones that don't feel so fun contain your truth. Trying to get them to go away by sticking your fingers in your ears and going "LA LA LA LA LA" will only continue to attract more shit because you still feel it. You haven't processed it. It's OK to feel and to process. That's mindfulness of your emotions. Being able to just notice and see the lesson. And processing it is how you pull the weeds from the root so your garden can harvest.
So today I felt anxious.
Because I desperately want you to feel less alone.
And today after chatting with hubs, instead of texting me a Gary V podcast he text me Jason Mraz.
And today, even through the anxiety... BECAUSE of the anxiety... was a good day.
I believe to my core that you, and all of us, were born with two gifts that will absolutely transform the world as we know it. Two gifts that we have been taught to doubt. The very gifts that will eliminate the fear, anxiety, and loneliness that we all feel everyday. The very feelings that keep us playing small, doubting ourselves and our worth, and that overshadow our light can be gone so all that's left is truth. Your truth and gifts that you are meant to share with the world.
This first gift is your intuition. A mother's intuition. A woman's intuition. This is not called upon and world renowned for no reason. This is pure and it's true and it's honest. A woman's intuition is genius and it's your light. The answer to every question in your heart, lives in your intuition. But over the years and decades from sexism and patriarchy we have learned not how to trust this gift, but how to doubt it. How to question ourselves. How to look outside of ourselves and please others. We have been taught that we are meek and not the genius goddesses that we are. This intuition, my sister, is all knowing. And that power can change the world - starting with yours.
The second gift is our instinctual drive for collaboration. Fight or flight isn't the instinctual response for all; it's the instinctual response for men. For women, our instinct instantly goes to leaning in. Nurturing and mending bridges. The irony is that we have been trained to not trust one another. To put each other down. To feel a constant inadequacy and competition among our fellow sisters. This is not our truth. Our truth and our brilliance is when we collaborate. When we celebrate each other's victories. When we recognize that by being strong in some areas and weak in others doesn't mean we are deficient; it means we are greater than the sum of our parts. That it takes a village. And that we can do more together than we can apart. Because you are good with words and I am good with numbers, does not mean that I am not good enough because I am not as good as you. Instead it means, THANK YOU. Thank you for providing this strength in an area that I am weak and in turn, I will lend you my strengths and together we can both be celebrated and both contribute to solving the problem at hand. We are sisters.
So you see, sister. The very answer to all of our problems is right here. Right here inside of each of us, yet also among all of us. Why? Because we are not meant to do this life alone. We are not meant to feel lonely. We are not meant to be riddled with doubt. We are meant to unify the force of our individual strengths through the all-knowing intuition. And we are meant to change the world.
I am entering almost a decade of being an entrepreneur. Insane. And y'all, I was not the little girl with the lemonade stand. I knew nothing about business and had no desire to learn. I had a desire to solve a problem - helping women live their best life, which started my path in wellness. I would've happily taken a job in that niche if there was one. And since there wasn't I decided to make one for myself.
That's it. No interest in sales and marketing. And (shhhhh) no interest in building a business for big revenue. But if you want to employ yourself, excel at the parts you are good at, keep food on the table and abundance in your heart, you have to learn those other pieces. So I did.
I learned marketing and social selling. I learned how to network and build relationships. And I have even learned everything about building websites and shooting pictures and about a million other skills that I had no desire to learn - all to help women.
But guess what happened along the way. While you are learning these skills. You learn that FEAR SELLS. Think about it - everything we are fast clicking on these days is because we have this fear. Fear of missing out on the deal. Or fear of missing out on the results. Fear that we will be less than if we live without. Fear that there is something wrong with us that needs to be fixed.
I have sold everything from nutrition shakes to haircare products and my first online course was called FEARLESS, but guess what I really sold- the fear of being tired, fear of being fat, fear of bad hair days, fear of missing time with your kids, fear of not being enough...
This fear-based marketing isn't new. I remember the first presidential election that I was capable of comprehending. George Bush vs. Michael Dukakis. I don't remember much but I do remember an ad campaign or maybe it was a debate where George Bush attacked Michael Dukakis and all I remember thinking was how icky that was and felt. Why couldn't he just stay in his strengths. Why did he need to attack someone else to make himself look good? My little 7 year old self was able to pick up on Love over Fear.
And now here we are in today's world where Fear is our main method for capitalizing on others.
But as I started to identify the real problem I am meant to solve - helping women overcome fear, anxiety, and loneliness, I realized that I cannot in good conscious be the creator of more fear in anyone's life - even if it means that they inevitably get to me and I can help them, which I know is the rationale for good-intended business owners. I cannot condition people to make choices from a state of fear. So that has been a marketing commitment for me.
I share this with you, not as a way to get a glimpse in my marketing strategy, but really as a way of bringing light to this area. A way for us all to call on greater awareness of how we respond to our emotions and to begin assessing our reactions that are rooted in fear. Because when we stop making fear-based marketing successful, we actually open a new path of love.
The other night I woke up from a dream and couldn't fall back to sleep. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was disoriented. Where was I? What was reality. As I lay in the dark, next to my husband, I was having the calmest panic attack of my life.
You see in my dream we were getting a divorce. And I don't do Divorce. I am a latch-key kid raised by a single mom. I have seen all the divorce. I was not going to be a statistic. My kids were not going to experience the repercussions of divorce. I would fight to the death. And yet in my dream and after I awoke, the fear of the divorce. The hard of the divorce wasn't hard at all. My husband and I were civil through the process. We were sad but accepting. We were in good communication about the children. And even as our lives began to rebuild, we maintained a healthy, loving, though a-typical environment.
And as I laid in bed, having all of the fears that have haunted me about divorce laid to rest, that's when I really got scared.
Holy shit. I have been holding onto my marriage out of fear. And if I am no longer afraid, what's left. What does this all mean.
I spent days sitting with this. Wrestling with this. Does this mean I am supposed to get a divorce. Is this my sign that everything will be ok and I don't need to have these fears. That my idea that the nuclear family was best isn't so and that really any family dynamic that is filled with love is actually the better way. Communication and reassurance and collaboration trump any pre-historic notion of what makes family right and good?
You see upon the many things in my life that needs some repairs, my marriage is at the top of that list. Working together for six years served us well. We learned teamwork and communication. We had fun working on projects together and building things together. We were passionate about growing and were doing it alongside one another. On the other hand these things also taught us diplomacy and how to not fight. How to brush things under the rug. How to focus on projects (or parenting) over our marriage.
And after we were no longer working together, it was clear that there wasn't a whole lot of "us" left. Coparenting and roommates became the forefront of who we were.
And yet because we didn't fight, it didn't feel all that bad. I saw knock down drag-outs that ended in divorce. And before I got married, I declared I would never get divorced. Clearly, I thought step one to preventing that was just not yelling. So I don't. And while my mom made sure I was equipped with all the latest counseling tips of those times, (It's not your fault, we still love you, no one is going to replace your dad) I still felt the blows of what I have interpreted as a bi-product of divorce. The money stresses. The challenges of parents picking me up. Missing games. Kids pointing out your deficiencies. And my adamance to never be a statistic. To never let my kids experience this lack. To fight for my marriage.
But in a moment. In the short time that is a dream and yet the power of all of the feelings of this setting to feel so real. To take away all of my irrational fears in one night. To leave me in a state of panic wondering what the hell I do with this information.
Because for the past several months we have been attempting to repair our marriage. We have done date nights and check-ins after the kids go to bed. We have have tried sexy months and scheduling. We have listened to podcasts and read books. And I have even scheduled that initial couples therapy appointment. Knowing full well that we know all the skills and tools but somehow we are just not using them in synchronicity.
And then in a moment things can change. On Friday I got a flat tire. Mother fucker. And with zero question in my mind I knew I could call my husband. I knew he would drop everything with no questions asked. I knew he would show up and he wouldn't make me feel small or weak or useless. He wouldn't make me feel bad in any way for being careless or disrupting him or for the cost of new tires. He would show up. He would fix my tire. He would make sure that Luca and I were safe. And he would take care of it all.
And it was in that moment that I remembered why I will fight for my marriage. Because this is the kind of man he is. He's the one who will drop everything when I need it. He will always put my safety and the safety of the kids first. He will never put me down or make me feel like a silly girl. He won't feel inconvenienced by me. He is incredibly smart and just knows stuff. Stuff that I don't know. And he is always willing to work harder, to do more, to learn more, to grow. And he's strong. He cries more than any man I have ever met and to me that makes him stronger than any man I have ever met.
After spending years trying to follow the systems that were supposed to get me the outcomes. After ignoring my heart and my instincts, I have spent much of this year getting present (sometimes too present) to the callings of my heart. And while at times it feels like they are leading me on this wild goose chase, I now can see clearly how everything is connected.
How a fucking flat tire can be the best marriage counseling I have ever received.
I just wanted to say thanks for reading. In a world with so much content, that you're reading mine. I don't take this light. Thank you, sister. Did think connect with you? Speak to your heart? Maybe it will speak to someone else you love. If so, I want to thank you in advance for sharing it out.
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