What is the Cost of Letting Your Guard Down?

I’ve been working with people who feel guarded. They don’t want to let down their walls because it feels too vulnerable, and let’s face it, it’s a given that most of us like protection from rejection and discomfort.

But I wonder, what is the cost?

Recently I accompanied my colleague to provide training to an organization of about 40. In the five years I’ve been part of our team, I haven’t been in the front of a room. I’m quite comfortable at the back of the room, behind my computer writing, or coaching one-on-one.

During the training, employees participate in an activity in which they fill in the blank, “I’m not (blank) enough,” and write it on a card. They come face-to-face with a limiting belief.
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Clubs, Curbs & Courage

Years ago I sat outside in the dark on a curb with another woman who didn’t really want to go into the strip club either. In fact, none of the group (that I’m aware) had gone into one before, but it was a bachelorette party, so it seemed like the best time to let our hair down and do something memorable.

But I didn’t want to.

It wasn’t “me.”

So I sat on the curb that night and waited for the party to go on. (more…)

The U.S. Marine Corps: The most Respected & Revered Fighting Force on Earth








Last week I flew to the west coast to attend a Marine graduation. Before that occasion, I knew little to nothing about the military. You know when you read something but your eyes just skim without making a connection?

From now on, the word Marine will forever stop me in my tracks.

Family

What I learned about honor, courage, and commitment in two days made me hold my own shoulders back, put my chest out a bit, and walk taller. We could all learn from these Leather Necks. These Devil Dogs. These Marines with a capital M. (more…)

Release Your Past for a Powerful Present








I don’t need anyone.

This was the vow I made to myself as a little girl. I was probably six or seven. To be honest, the details of the memory aren’t that clear, but the message I gave myself was.

This girl will not depend on anyone.

We were at an outdoor event and I had to use the toilet. My parents pointed out the Johnny-on-the-spot, but I didn’t want to go alone. I wanted someone to hold my hand and go with me.

I remember feeling teased and razzed that someone needed to hold my hand to go to the bathroom, and to combat the shame I felt, I made a vow to toughen up.

Screw that. I don’t need anyone. (more…)