An open letter to my life…

•April 9, 2013 • 4 Comments

This is an open letter to everyone who ever has been, currently is or ever will be in my life.  It is going to be sappy and sometimes it is going to sound unbelievable and, to some of you, maybe even a little weird, but it is my story, my truth and I hope it inspires and motivates you.

I received a gift this past weekend.  One of the greatest gifts I have ever received. I received the gift of myself. True, complete, whole ME.

 I spent the weekend at the Landmark Forum.  It was long, it was hard, it was emotional and it was Magnificently Wonderful. I was given the chance to explore who I really am, the way I behave and act and who I can be.  I learned to let go of the things that I did not even realize I was dragging around, things so intertwined and shackled to me that I did not even know they were there,  like an invisible ball and chain dragging behind me through my life.  This past weekend, over the 13 hours a day on Friday, Saturday and Sunday (yes, 39 hours!), I transformed my life.  Yes, I know some of you may have heard or read some crazy things about Landmark. No, it is not a pyramid scheme, no it is not just about taking your money (hell, there are self-help seminars that are a lot more expensive and I’ve been to some of them). So, please, while you read about my experience, just keep an open mind.  I know it sounds hooky and a little cultish to talk about having transformed my life, but you all know me well enough to know, if I say it, I really mean it.

 If you have been in my life up to this point, at one point or another, I got you caught up in what Landmark calls my “rackets”.  It was my way of being that helped me survive.  A way of being I created based on my interpretation of what events in my life meant.  An interpretation that was colored by my own fears and insecurities.  I would say and do just about anything to be enough – good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, competent enough, loving enough, loveable enough… the list of enoughs goes on and on and on.  I always felt like I was lacking. I felt insufficient.  So I, often unconsciously manipulated my world and the people in it so that when, inevitably, it was discovered that I was not “enough” then other people were at fault, I was right.  I was the victim. I could be the martyr. Like a second skin I wore this way of being, letting it shield me from the hurt and disappointment possible in the world. Worse yet, I let it shield the world from me, from the real, true, extraordinary me.  I am sorry.

I am not the same person who sat down in that seat at 8:59 on Friday morning.  I am a person who has completely let go of my past, even the stuff in my past that I did not even realize I was still hanging on to.  I am person who has the peace, strength and courage to make my life into anything I want it to be.  And best of all, not to just say that, but to truly, deeply and completely know it to be true.  I learned things about myself that I knew but did not really Know.  I also learned what I am capable of and that is being truly extraordinary.  No, I was not brainwashed. Yes, I am still the same person with the same day to day life, but I am also a whole new person with a life of all new possibilities.  Nothing added, Nothing taken away.  Just space in my life, my head, my heart for the creation of new possibilities.

I learned this weekend that I do a lot of things to sabotage myself, my life, my career and my relationships and I learned why I do it.  Yeah, I know you can get all of that in therapy, but what the Landmark Forum taught me, that therapy and hospitalizations never could, is the real impact of all of that behavior and most importantly how to really let go of it and put it behind me so that I don’t have to continue those behaviors. Just one of the many things I learned is I would create distance with people because I knew I was always going to fail them because I was not good enough in some way.   Well, guess what, I am good enough and I always have been.  The Landmark Forum taught me how to distinguish between what really happened and the story we all create around what happened and the behavior we create based on that story.  It is really powerful and fascinating.  I have to tell you the world better watch out for this new fully aware, fully empowered, motivated, energized me!

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I have been trying to find the perfect expression for how I have felt that last couple of days when it came to me – a butterfly.  I have emerged from a cocoon woven from my own fears, insecurities and perceptions of the past.  The past is gone. It is behind me. There is nothing in front of me but limitless possibilities that I get to create.

 

I want this for everyone who has ever been in my life and everyone who ever comes into my life. I  want this for YOU.  This peace, this joy, the real, lasting, true knowledge of who you are and what you are really capable of.  In every person in my life I see Greatness (yes, capital G!). I want everyone in my life to be transformed, to have this gift, to be the Greatness I see in them.

So ask me about it, ask me how you can have it. I promise you I will be honest. I will tell you what I see in you and I will tell you how to have and be all the things I see in you.


Thank you all.  Thank you for being a part of my life, whether it is my real or my digital one. Thank you for being part of this journey with me.  Thank YOU for being my motivation and inspiration.  I love you all. 

What kind of woman are you?

•March 2, 2013 • Leave a Comment

A couple of quotes lately have me thinking about what kind of woman I am.

“I’m not the girl your mother warned you about.  Her imagination was never this good.”

“Well-behaved women rarely make history”   Goddess

What kind of woman are you?  Are you making sure the world sees the qualities you want them to see?

Motivation…

•February 10, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I wish I could adequately describe the feeling of mentoring at an event like Lean Startup Machine,  Startup Weekend or the TechGirlz Entrepreneur Summer Camp.  It is exhilarating, inspirational, motivating and exhausting all rolled into one and so much more.  At the end of these weekends I am physically exhausted and mentally charged up.  Sleep does not come easy, not only because of the long hours, but because the dedicated men and women who attend, run, mentor and speak at these events instill a sense of wonder, inquisitiveness and focus that makes it difficult to quiet my mind.

Being a part of these events is such an amazing experience! Every woman and man who attends comes with such passion and dedication. They immerse themselves into the experience, often hoping to just come out of it better at what they do and to learn something, to meet others who are as passionate about finding ways to run and grow better businesses, be better leaders and build stronger communities.  They inspire me and motivate me Every Single Time.  Watching them work through the process and learn, seeing the lightbulb moments, watching them turn “failures” and disappointments into learning opportunities to make the next iteration better and more efficient — how much more can you ask for in the way of motivation?Fail Fast

The question is then… what next?  What do I do with that motivation?  How do I take what I learn from each of them, the inspiration they give, the focus they prompt and use it to help others?  How do I ensure that the motivation is not wasted, not squandered?  How do I do it?  Sign up to mentor at another one. Encourage others to attend.  Pay it forward…

What do you do with your motivation?

Powering Up Support for Women

•October 17, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Madeline Albright once said “There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women”.  I don’t remember where or when I first heard this quote, but it made a profound impact on my view of other women in the workplace, my life and in general.   This is why I am immensely proud to participating in this weekend’s PowerUp Weekend.  

I grew up being taught that everyone might not be equal in the eyes of others, but they should be.  Everyone deserves the same treatment, rights and opportunities.  Whether some choose to acknowledge it or not, this is not always true when it comes to women.  What is even more disturbing is that women are often the worst culprits when it comes to not being supportive of other women.

I am blessed when it comes to this issue.  I am surrounded by many women who not only understand that it is imperative that we support other women but that we spend the time and effort to lift them up, educate them, show them possibilities and provide the resources to get them there.  The women I am honored to consider my friends and family, the women I work with on projects like Social Media Club Philly, Philly Startup Leaders, TechGirlz, Girl Develop It and the Philly Women In Tech Summit are amazing!  They understand that we bring so much more to advancing and changing our world if we work together and support one another.  

This weekend I am privileged to spend my time with another great group of women.  Women who will be sharing ways to not only build a great career, but to also have some balance.  Women who understand that having a powerful life involves everything from building a career you love to healthy living.  Uneeka Jay (@PowerMommy) and her company, Powerful U Media Group have brought together an impressive group of speakers and attendees for sharing, learning and networking.

I am very excited to be attending PowerUp Weekend 2012 and look forward to meeting more women who are working to support, encourage and lift up other women!

A Second Look…

•May 16, 2012 • 4 Comments

Getting dressed this morning, I happened to look in the mirror.  Such a simple act should not prompt the flood of emotions that engulfed me, but there I was struggling to find my breath and fight back the tears.  I did not like what I saw.  That single passing glance reflected back a short, fat, aging woman that I did not recognize and did not like.  This can’t be me…yet, I knew that it was.  Or was it?

ImageWith every ounce of emotional fortitude I could muster, I forced myself to turn back to the mirror, take off the shirt I was in the process of putting on and really look.  Not that passing glance that only reflected back my flaws, but a full, naked body reflection of my true self.  What I saw in that second look was completely the same, yet oh so very different.  For every flaw, I saw the beauty my mind was trying to hide from me.

I saw…

a 46 year old woman … who is proud of the wisdom that life’s experiences have given her

a lot of laugh lines and crows feet … that mean I have lived my life smiling and laughing as often as possible

a few extra pounds … that have given me great curves in the right places that occasionally still turn heads and hopefully the incentive to start taking a little better care of myself

slightly weary eyes … that reflect back the good that I want to remember and the bad that I want to learn from that is woven through the tapestry of my life

All it took was that second look to find the things that I needed to see.  The things that in my heart I know about myself, yet are so easily pushed aside in my/our push for some skewed version of perfection.

I am not perfect.  I have made mistakes.  My physical shell may not be the exact package that our society claims is beautiful.  But none of that really matters.  What matters is that I take that second look.  That I make the moment to see what is behind the “flaws” that the first glance reveals.

I am 46 years old.  I am a few pounds overweight, but I have curves that other women would kill for.  I am smart.  I am sexy. I am beautiful. I make mistakes, but I try to learn from them.  I am blessed to have people who love and care about me.  I am lucky enough to get to do work I love. I do my best to contribute to my community and my world and make them a better place. I believe in sharing love, laughter and smiles often.  I am me. And me is good enough.

As a good friend who left us much too early was fond of saying “I may not be perfect, but I am imperfectly awesome.”

Who are you?  What do you see when you take that second look?

To my 17 year old self…

•August 23, 2011 • 5 Comments

Prompted by the snippets of song, I threw a question out to my Twitter and Facebook friends.  ”If you could write a letter to yourself at 17, what would you say?”  Their answers were so insightful, funny, touching and real that I just had to share them with you and with the young people in my life.

Dear Me, This is you in the future. only advice i can give you, LISTEN TO YOUR PARENTS!! YOU DONT KNOW SHIT YET! love older me.  - James

Party even more! – Sue

Get over the Bad Boy infatuation FASTER! – Hillary

You are a way bigger deal than you give yourself credit for. Also: take voice lessons. – Peter

Dump her. – Steve

Buy Apple & don’t throw out all of those old comic books… – Craig & Jeff

Don’t let people stop you from going after you dreams! Even if it is “the one you love” – Laura

GO TO COLLEGE!!!!! – Celeste

Save as much money as you are bringing in and never spend more than you have. Go to every class in college. No half assing it!!! – Rachel

Only listen to advice from true mentors. If dont have one, find one. – Greg

When you move to Austin in 8 years, buy stock in Dell Computer  - Thom

   This person UR madly in love w/right now…there will be at least 20 more just       like him/her in your life…follow YOUR dreams – Traci

After all is said and done, your true friends will always reveal themselves. – Liz

Trust your instincts. They’re better than you think. – Mindy

Experience everything fully… the good and the painful. It will make you a          resilient, strong person. – Lori

Always do what you love… – Carla

Pay more attention to detail in the entrepreneurial class you’ll one day take. –      Mike

Let life teach you through your experiences and network. The more you do, the more you get. – Caleb

Find a good therapist, NOW. – Jamie

Throw caution to the wind.. discover your passion & immerse yourself in that.. embrace the joys of living & dismiss the haters – Steve

Love fully.  Laugh often. Do not be afraid to cry. Smile at strangers. Do not be afraid to make mistakes, but always learn from them.  Never let the ones you love doubt how you feel about them. Understand and accept that life is going to take you through detours and roadblocks, but the only thing that matters is enjoying & learning from the journey.  Live a life of integrity.  No regrets.  Let compassion, tolerance and determination be your guiding principles.  Find your passion and hold onto it through everything.  Love Yourself.  - Me …

What’s in a dream?

•August 21, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I have always been fascinated by dream interpretation.  Off and on through the years, I have kept dream diaries, but it has been a long time since I have had a dream so vivid and so impactful that I was able to remember almost every aspect of it.  I had one of those last night.  Even several hours later,  I can still picture parts of this dream in my mind.   I have looked up several of the most vivid images and they all seem very contradictory.  Maybe the contradiction is the overall message of my dream. It is always hard to know.  So what would you make of this one?

I am in a house that feels like it is mine, but it does not look anything like any house I have lived in.  It is empty of furniture.  Sometimes I am in a downstairs basement with a sliding door, but the kitchen is there too.  It is full of people.  It feels like I know some of the people but I do not know others and I do not recognize any of them.  Indications are that my ex-husband (my sons’ father), sons and current boyfriend are there, but I do not ever actually see them.There are loudspeaker announcements in the background of an evacuation.  It is the military and they alternately say anyone not voluntarily evacuating will be either arrested and put in a military jail or taken to the hospital.I am desperately trying to get the people in my house to evacuate.  Sometimes yelling at them that they will go to jail if they do not leave and that it is military jail, not regular jail & it will be worse.While trying to get everyone to leave, I find a tiny puppy – gray and white, maybe a beagle or a basset hound.  Very cute & sweet.  My boyfriend (or at least it feels like it is my boyfriend, I never really see him) and I decide that the puppy has to come with us.

I finally get everyone to leave.  I am alone in the house and ready to leave, but I decide I have to get some food for the puppy before I leave.
I pull out a bag of dog food and pour it into a bowl and it is full of little black bugs.  I dump the bowl into the trash and shove the bag into the trash.  Just as I am doing this, sirens start blaring.

I know I need to run, but I see jackets that belong to my loved ones on the back of a dining room chair.  I grab those and am getting ready to walk up stairs to leave when I feel an explosion and see a mushroom cloud billowing up.  (the front walls are gone so I can see this, then the walls come back) I am trying to think of a place to run to and hide.

I go towards the basement door (even though it feels like I am already downstairs in a basement/family room area), but there is a fire moving through the house.  I run for the stairs to go up, but the fire is there also.  I know I can not go outside, even though the sliding doors are right there.   I sit down on the floor with my knees pulled up to me next the sliding doors as the fire is advancing towards me with a firm knowledge that I am going to burn to death.

Then I wake up.

 
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