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…)
“Get out of your comfort zone!” they say. “It’s where the
magic happens!” they say.
What “they” also fail to say is to expect feelings of dread, profuse sweat, loss of sleep at night, over or under prepping, and second-guess yourself…even days after you’ve penetrated those comfort zone walls.
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.
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…)
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…)
The fears we don’t face become our limits.
Raise your hand if the fear of what others think, the fear of failure, the fear of rejection, or the fear of letting someone down or not being enough has ever stopped you.
(insert cricket chirp)
Fear is a theme. Deep inside everyone I have worked with, there is a fear of some sort. (more…)