tired…

5 04 2009

too tired to even use punctuation…

The weekend in review: 2 naps, lots of writing, 1 dinner out (Italian!), 1 launch event (went well), $400 in business write offs (that still had to come from *somewhere*), 2 happy puppy walks, a dozen sit/stays with said puppy, 1 turkey meatloaf, 1 spinach salad, 2 loaves of bread (the dog ate 1/2 of one), 2 sunshiny days, 2 clean motorcycles, not enough clean laundry (but working on it as I write).  Good times. 

Busy week ahead: boot camp times 4, massage therapy, crock pot dinners, on-line course, and more sunshiny days…

Life feels so ridiculously good, that I often want to stop it all and just savor it, basking in the right now instead of letting the urgent/coming soon pile take over.  I suppose part of being a Responsible Adult is being on this very fast merry-go-round, but I would like to officially lodge a complaint.  Half-speed would be just fine from time to time.

I finish as I started: tired and ready for sleep.





Old loves, rekindled

29 03 2009

I am pretty sure I am supposed to be at the grocery store right now, clutching my trusty list as I stroll about the store with my one-wonky-wheel-cart (I have a gift when it comes to picking the exact cart that will make me wish everyone else, or just me, was deaf).  I should be out in the sunshine, or head down in my work of organizing a launch event for myself, or walking the dog.  I’m not.  I’m immersed in a book I discovered approximately 16 years ago and have never forgotten.  The book is Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg, and it was first introduced to me way back in highschool by one of my favorite teachers, Lorne Thompson, with whom I shared a love of writing.  He’s the same teacher who when I wrote years later that I feared I was going to get scurvy from eating only ramen noodles and KD, assured me that I was going to be fine, and among the list of life rules he proceeded to hand me, was this: always, always have budget for books, for they will sustain you.  He  was brilliant, and I am still sad that he is gone.  In any case, I am rekindling my love with that book, its exercises and my love of writing.

I used to write all the time.  I made time for my “Morning Pages” which is 3 pages written stream-of-consciousness-style, first thing in the morning, I was faithful to it and loved seeing what came out of me.

The book itself is meant to be a series of activities to simply get you writing, to be a channel through which creativity can flow.  I loved to work through it when I first got it, before life got in the way, and it was relegated to the bookshelf to be forgotten for awhile. I was creating my coaching office space last weekend, and came across it – I looked it again this afternoon and was enthralled, once again, by the rules  (taken from the book):

1. Keep your hand moving. )Don’t pause to read what you’ve just written, that’s stalling and trying to get control of what you’re saying.)

2. Don’t cross out. (That is editing as you write.  Even if you write something you didn’t mean to write, leave it.)

3. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation or grammar.  (Don’t even care about staying in the margins and lines of the page.)

4. Lose control.

5. Don’t think.  Don’t get logical.

6. Go for the jugular.  (If something comes up in your writing that is scary or naked, dive right into it.  It probably has lots of energy.)

As someone who is always afraid in my creative pursuits to do things “right” and follow the rules, this is liberating and scary, too.  But I am excited to tackle it and dive in.  So that is what I will do.  Start with 15 minutes a day, and see where it takes me. I invite you to do the same.





Wellness

24 03 2009

I know I’ve been absent for a few days, and it feels surprising that it’s been that long already.  I know I’ve been camping out in my life lately, but trying to find some balance as I go; making time for friends, Brian and the pets, fitting in fitness and eating well, taking care to do my day job well, and all that as I plan for my business launch event and website debut on the big Internet.  I feel like I’m balancing pretty well and keeping my eyes on the prize, remembering that this is all a glorious sprint to the start and thankfully not a pace I will have to maintain for the long term. 

I still carry my struggles with me, I’ve learnt that some things are always just there.  I am trying not to focus on my lack of progress in fitting back into my clothes I was wearing only 6 months ago, living with humility that gaining back some weight has given me.  It’s hard not to get stuck in it, but it’s a toughie.  I prefer to laugh at myself and give myself patience that I would give anyone else (why are we the meanest to ourselves?? no one cares about this shit but US!) as I trudge through and do my best.  It struck me the other day that as I work with clients, my inner critics (there’s a whole bloody *tribe* of them) might tell me that I’m not setting a good example, that I’m not walking the walk, and that no one will trust me because of the weight I carry around with me. 

Then I realized that was a bunch of bull shit. HA!

Then these thoughts came through, courtesy of Glenda the Good Witch, whom also resides in my head (no wonder I can’t sleep!): I practice wellness in all the corners of my life.  I do.

I am relatively fit.  I am active and strangely strong.  I have an athlete inside me and she is slowly figuring out how to make an appearance without me laughing at her and drowning her in wine.  I make time for the people in my life that uplift, inspire and love me.  I don’t make time for people that don’t.  I make time to sit around and have downtime, luckily for me though, my down time is never really STILL, as I can’t not be doing something, so I will get work done while catching up on mindless TV, and use my time as wisely as possible.  I still find a way to plan our meals for the week every Sunday and shop accordingly for them. I manage to make Brian’s lunch each night, along with mine.  I even made homemade cookies for Brian’s lunches on the weekend.  I recognize that I can do everything on my big, bad list, but just not all this month, and that’s okay.

I feel well.  I feel like I have some balance and perspective on what these current demands are.  I think clients will see this and won’t be able to hear my tribe of naysayers if they go getting all chatty.  

Hm.





International I know-what-my-niche-will-be Day

8 03 2009

It seems appropriate on International Women’s Day to stake my claim on the coaching world: it’s been a long road – lots of different fields that I’ve worked in, people I’ve worked with, committees I’ve served on — all that.  I became a coach because it felt like a calling, but my specialty and niche eluded me for the longest time.  I just trusted that I would be shown the way when the time was right.  Well, the time has come, and I am full bloody steam ahead!

Over the past few weeks, things have fallen in my way, demanding that that I take notice, and when I had a session with MY coach last week, the next arc became obvious.  I am going to focus on the following in my coaching:

  • women’s leadership – cultivating it, empowering it
  • wellness – self care, time for growth, creating space for this work
  • connection and community – I love the energy when you put a group of women in a room, so building on this and providing a safe place for networking and community will be a big part of what I offer

Now all that I am working on has a new sense of purpose and a driver.  Very exciting.

In the works is my website launch (April 1), my inaugural women’s networking event/conversation about wellness as women (April 5), and a myriad of other exciting ventures.  Do stay tuned…

I am headed back to the note book of scribbles…I now have a new appreciation for every shit-ass website I’ve ever visited.  The people wanting the site likely gave up at some point and decided to instead go have root canals, clean out the fridge, or reuniting 450 random socks back into their pairs. I am almost at that point: I have a list of things I am to write, create, find, provide to the <poor> web designer, but I seem to continually run out of hours in the day, and I have found that procrastinating is one of my most loved hobbies.  I am working to a deadline, but should tell the designed to launch with or without my brilliant words – perhaps a blank site will be motivation enough to write about how fabulous I am and post it..

Back to it, with a glass of wine at my side and a puppy sleeping with his head on my foot.








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