“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” Oprah Winfrey.
In my 30 day quest to get into action every day in “throwing out the baggage that keeps me stuck” and while coaching people this month, I’ve referred to this quote many, many times.
We listen to what people tell us instead of watching their actions and then, we’re hurt, disappointed, frustrated and angry when they continue to do the same actions or behaviors they’ve done all along. When is it time to stop listening and start watching?
A CEO I once worked for gave me this definition of integrity: Do you do what you say you’re going to do even when no one’s looking? This may be a loose version of the definition but, it’s a pretty simple way to define integrity. So, why is integrity so hard to find in people?
Mistakes happen. People make bad decisions. And, people can change. I get it. However, when there’s a pattern or it continues time after time, isn’t time to open your eyes? If you’ve been completely honest (This is a MUST in this equation because we can’t hold people responsible for what they don’t know.) with your feelings, what matters to you, how you feel most respected, loved and cherished and this person still continues to tell you one thing but do another... Well, obviously this person just wants to tell you what you want to hear…they’re telling you what they want you to believe.
If you’ve been in a relationship with someone and you’re connecting with what I’m saying, stop being frustrated or angry with them because the ball, as they say, is now in your court. The responsibility for this relationship is now yours. Your choice is to accept the person and move forward with them knowing that you can’t trust what they say, you watch what they do. Some relationships you just have to love them for who they are. Or, you may choose to leave the relationship—drop the baggage--if your values and your heart are being crushed because of being in the relationship. Either way, the choice is yours. They’ve been “telling” you all along who they are.
I have to say that Oprah isn’t one of my most favorite people because I don’t really feel a connection to her—she’s too hard to emulate. She’s perfect. I’m not. This quote, though (thanks to Oprah) that I’ve carried with me—and used-- over and over and over again is one that has made the most sense to me throughout the last 10 years of my life. It’s brought me peace (because of the decisions I’ve made) and pain (because of the realization of its truth).
So, believe them when they show you who they are and, either drop your baggage...or theirs.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
DAY 18--Fear the Waxer!
Fear The Waxer!
One way to not act old, according to Pamela Redmond Satran, is to not fear the Waxer. “Listen, you can have all the work in the world done. You can get Botoxed and Restalyned till you’re smooth as a balloon; you can have your boobs lifted to your chin and your tummy tucked into your backbone. But, if you don’t wax down there, anybody who gets close enough—and that includes the entire locker room at the gym—is going to know you’re old.” Ugh. I have an opposing view—FEAR THE WAXER.
Back when I was newly single and thrilled to be “testing” what was normal and what was not, I remember someone saying almost those exact words to me. I asked who she went to and then called to make the appointment. I was headed to Maui for a work trip and thought, what the heck? I’d never done it before, never saw any need to do it but, now that I was single, I should start adapting to the ways of the young and hairless.
I walked into the appointment and the Waxer checks me in. She tells me that they’re actually having a special right now on Brazilians—they’re the same price as a Bikini Wax and the boys really love them. “Ummm..okay.” The name “Brazilian” conjures up warm nights with beautiful sunsets, dancing to sexy music, Latin lovers…(I haven’t even asked how much a Bikini Wax is but, if the boys like it more and it’s the same price, why not?)
She tells me to undress from the waist down and shows me where to lie down.
Breathe. I’m not going to get into graphic detail here. However, so that you may learn from the error of my ways, I’ll share the pertinent parts of this story…
Half-way through this procedure where she has me placing my hands in places and in angles that my hands haven’t previously experienced, I tell her I think I’m okay with being half done. THE PAIN IS EXCRUCIATING! Who cares if the boys like this?? They also like jelly filled doughnuts …doesn’t mean I’m going to wear them on a date!
The Waxer just smiles and continues directing the “holding” patterns.
Wheeeewww. I’m done. Made it through that! I won’t be making a return visit, that’s for sure.
“Okay. Now let’s do the back-side.”
What? What back side? Mine? “Oh, no. I’m sure that this is good enough. Really. I’ll even pay you the full amount.”
“No one leaves here with a hairy bum. Now, up on your knees and elbows.” Is this her tag line? Young and Hairless: Where no one leaves with a hairy bum!
I have feared the Waxer every day since then. Looking old isn’t looking too bad right now…
One way to not act old, according to Pamela Redmond Satran, is to not fear the Waxer. “Listen, you can have all the work in the world done. You can get Botoxed and Restalyned till you’re smooth as a balloon; you can have your boobs lifted to your chin and your tummy tucked into your backbone. But, if you don’t wax down there, anybody who gets close enough—and that includes the entire locker room at the gym—is going to know you’re old.” Ugh. I have an opposing view—FEAR THE WAXER.
Back when I was newly single and thrilled to be “testing” what was normal and what was not, I remember someone saying almost those exact words to me. I asked who she went to and then called to make the appointment. I was headed to Maui for a work trip and thought, what the heck? I’d never done it before, never saw any need to do it but, now that I was single, I should start adapting to the ways of the young and hairless.
I walked into the appointment and the Waxer checks me in. She tells me that they’re actually having a special right now on Brazilians—they’re the same price as a Bikini Wax and the boys really love them. “Ummm..okay.” The name “Brazilian” conjures up warm nights with beautiful sunsets, dancing to sexy music, Latin lovers…(I haven’t even asked how much a Bikini Wax is but, if the boys like it more and it’s the same price, why not?)
She tells me to undress from the waist down and shows me where to lie down.
Breathe. I’m not going to get into graphic detail here. However, so that you may learn from the error of my ways, I’ll share the pertinent parts of this story…
Half-way through this procedure where she has me placing my hands in places and in angles that my hands haven’t previously experienced, I tell her I think I’m okay with being half done. THE PAIN IS EXCRUCIATING! Who cares if the boys like this?? They also like jelly filled doughnuts …doesn’t mean I’m going to wear them on a date!
The Waxer just smiles and continues directing the “holding” patterns.
Wheeeewww. I’m done. Made it through that! I won’t be making a return visit, that’s for sure.
“Okay. Now let’s do the back-side.”
What? What back side? Mine? “Oh, no. I’m sure that this is good enough. Really. I’ll even pay you the full amount.”
“No one leaves here with a hairy bum. Now, up on your knees and elbows.” Is this her tag line? Young and Hairless: Where no one leaves with a hairy bum!
I have feared the Waxer every day since then. Looking old isn’t looking too bad right now…
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
DAY NINE--How Not to Act Old
It’s unbelievable how interesting life is. One day, I decide to get rid of all the baggage holding me back or keeping me stuck and to start standing up for what I want and what I believe in…and the messages keep pouring in.
A book called, “How Not to Act Old” by Pamela Redmond Satran has taught me so much already! For instance did you know that if you don’t want to appear old, don’t leave a voice mail message (Apparently, the younger generation figures with Caller ID there’s no need to actually speak into the phone to let you know they called. My thinking is, if you don’t leave me a message it must not have been very important.)
Don’t wear a watch. Not because you don’t want to know what time it is but, because you should have a cell phone that you neurotically check every five minutes to not only check to see if you have any new Face Book messages but now, to also watch time passing you by. Many other suggestions…don’t advise people to carry an umbrella, say “yay, “ or fear the waxer. Huh.
I fail.
One chapter tells us “How Not to be a Cougar.” Ready?
1. No animal prints. Nothing says cougar, like a pair of leopard-print stilettos. Or a tiger-striped, chiffon blouse. There goes ¾ of my closet.
2. Bottle the Brassy Blonde. By all means color your hair. Subtler is sexier. Subtle? Me? I’m not brassy…well, at least my hair isn’t.
3. Watch the Cleavage. You may not notice this standing at home surveying yourself in the mirror, but when you lean over and press your arms together, that lovely cleavage turns into a gathering place for wrinkles.
4. Dim the Bling. Tinkly earrings, swinging gold chains and clanking bracelets all cry out too loudly for attention. And?? I fail to see the problem. I live for attention.
5. Lighten up the Make-up. Heavy make-up often has the opposite effect from the one you intended—covering the wrinkles and the age spots, maybe, but making you look weirdly older in the process. Got it.
Fail, fail, fail, fail, and pass.
Cougar it is. And, what’s so bad about that? There’s a whole show dedicated to being this fierce member of the cat family.
I’ll be right back…I need to go check my cleavage for wrinkles…
A book called, “How Not to Act Old” by Pamela Redmond Satran has taught me so much already! For instance did you know that if you don’t want to appear old, don’t leave a voice mail message (Apparently, the younger generation figures with Caller ID there’s no need to actually speak into the phone to let you know they called. My thinking is, if you don’t leave me a message it must not have been very important.)
Don’t wear a watch. Not because you don’t want to know what time it is but, because you should have a cell phone that you neurotically check every five minutes to not only check to see if you have any new Face Book messages but now, to also watch time passing you by. Many other suggestions…don’t advise people to carry an umbrella, say “yay, “ or fear the waxer. Huh.
I fail.
One chapter tells us “How Not to be a Cougar.” Ready?
1. No animal prints. Nothing says cougar, like a pair of leopard-print stilettos. Or a tiger-striped, chiffon blouse. There goes ¾ of my closet.
2. Bottle the Brassy Blonde. By all means color your hair. Subtler is sexier. Subtle? Me? I’m not brassy…well, at least my hair isn’t.
3. Watch the Cleavage. You may not notice this standing at home surveying yourself in the mirror, but when you lean over and press your arms together, that lovely cleavage turns into a gathering place for wrinkles.
4. Dim the Bling. Tinkly earrings, swinging gold chains and clanking bracelets all cry out too loudly for attention. And?? I fail to see the problem. I live for attention.
5. Lighten up the Make-up. Heavy make-up often has the opposite effect from the one you intended—covering the wrinkles and the age spots, maybe, but making you look weirdly older in the process. Got it.
Fail, fail, fail, fail, and pass.
Cougar it is. And, what’s so bad about that? There’s a whole show dedicated to being this fierce member of the cat family.
I’ll be right back…I need to go check my cleavage for wrinkles…
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I woke up this morning thinking of my Nana and Pop-Pop and how many years they were married. Both are gone now, but I remember asking Nana how she and Pop-Pop met, what they did on their dates, how long they were engaged and what their early married life was like. My oldest child was six months old at that time, I was 23 and began to see my Nana as a woman—not just a grandmother. I realize now the legacy of love that they both left for me.
When my grandmother was dying, I was fortunate enough to be able to spend some time with her. She’d kept the love letters my grandfather had written to her and she let me read them while I was sitting with her. I was in awe of the love my grandfather had for her and the fact that he was able to express it in writing. Every single letter I read touched me. He’d begin all of his letters with “My beloved Mary.” I left that visit with a new respect for my grandfather, who had passed almost 15 years prior and a deeper understanding of their marriage.
One of the things (and there are many) I hate about divorce is that, if there are children involved, those conversations are not likely to take place. If you’re divorced, your children only see the “during” and the “after” and, you know what that looks like. And if you’ve remarried (we both have) it seems almost weird to talk about what you used to feel.
The truth is, at some point the two of us were in love and we had dreams for our marriage and our future family. I’ve realized I’ve never told my children about how much love and fun their dad and I had together. Yes, there was pain, too, but what relationship doesn’t have that? He was so different from my own father who left us when I was 10. Their dad knew who he was, what he stood for and what he wanted. I knew that I could count on his honesty and his integrity and that because of those things, I could always count on him to be who he was. Somewhere along the way, though, communication between us stopped. I didn’t value what I wanted and needed enough to stand up for myself and went silent. And, that doesn’t mean he was a bully—he just knew what he wanted and if I wasn’t going to speak up, it wasn’t his fault, right? So, here we are today, both of us remarried with children who don’t know the love they came from.
Time to change that! I want my children’s children to wake up one day thinking about their Nana and how they admired her and saw her not only as a grandmother but, also as a woman—a woman who loved deeply and was deeply loved.
When my grandmother was dying, I was fortunate enough to be able to spend some time with her. She’d kept the love letters my grandfather had written to her and she let me read them while I was sitting with her. I was in awe of the love my grandfather had for her and the fact that he was able to express it in writing. Every single letter I read touched me. He’d begin all of his letters with “My beloved Mary.” I left that visit with a new respect for my grandfather, who had passed almost 15 years prior and a deeper understanding of their marriage.
One of the things (and there are many) I hate about divorce is that, if there are children involved, those conversations are not likely to take place. If you’re divorced, your children only see the “during” and the “after” and, you know what that looks like. And if you’ve remarried (we both have) it seems almost weird to talk about what you used to feel.
The truth is, at some point the two of us were in love and we had dreams for our marriage and our future family. I’ve realized I’ve never told my children about how much love and fun their dad and I had together. Yes, there was pain, too, but what relationship doesn’t have that? He was so different from my own father who left us when I was 10. Their dad knew who he was, what he stood for and what he wanted. I knew that I could count on his honesty and his integrity and that because of those things, I could always count on him to be who he was. Somewhere along the way, though, communication between us stopped. I didn’t value what I wanted and needed enough to stand up for myself and went silent. And, that doesn’t mean he was a bully—he just knew what he wanted and if I wasn’t going to speak up, it wasn’t his fault, right? So, here we are today, both of us remarried with children who don’t know the love they came from.
Time to change that! I want my children’s children to wake up one day thinking about their Nana and how they admired her and saw her not only as a grandmother but, also as a woman—a woman who loved deeply and was deeply loved.
Friday, January 15, 2010
DAY FIVE--The Intimacy Kit
I seem to always be explaining myself to people. Is this normal?
I was just in Las Vegas for my company’s Leadership Experience. We stayed at the Red Rock Resort and Casino which is opulent in shades of red and Swarvoski crystals dripping from the ceiling and along the walls. This is a very exciting time for our company because we’re actually bringing two companies together for the first time AND it’s my first event with our CEO/President Bill Shaw. I was very anxious to make a good impression!
Being considered a VIP, I was ushered into this special side room to check in. No waiting in line for me! Comfy couches and plush chairs all over this room. I was checked in by some cute young girl-woman; told where the gym was and the hours of operation and that my resort fee was covered by my company. She handed me a bottle of water and pointed to the elevators.
My work partner, Marge, came down to meet me as we were going to lunch before all the festivities began…so up to my room we went.
The room really was gorgeous—reds and browns everywhere, soft lighting, a bathroom almost as big as my bedroom at home with a tub the size of a hot tub. As we walk in, I look around.
Marge is behind me helping me carry my three pieces of luggage (What?), I turn and see on my side shelf a bottle of Patron, some designer vodka and two rows each of five little white boxes. The display is so fun! They look like gifts.
Marge goes into the restroom.
One of the boxes has red lips stamped on the box--it looks like someone applied fresh red lipstick and kissed the box a couple of times. SO feminine!! Of course I pick it up to see what this box is and what’s inside…
Oh.
“PUT THAT DOWN!! You only have 45 seconds before they charge you for that!” screams Marge.
Can ya just imagine the juggling act that begins because Marge has scared the %^&$ out of me? It flies here there and everywhere… And, you guessed it…I didn’t make the 45 second time frame.
Oh, great, great, great! My first event with Bill Shaw and I get to explain the Intimacy Kit. Oh... I'm gonna to impress him, alright. Jeez.
Why couldn’t I have just grabbed the nuts?
I was just in Las Vegas for my company’s Leadership Experience. We stayed at the Red Rock Resort and Casino which is opulent in shades of red and Swarvoski crystals dripping from the ceiling and along the walls. This is a very exciting time for our company because we’re actually bringing two companies together for the first time AND it’s my first event with our CEO/President Bill Shaw. I was very anxious to make a good impression!
Being considered a VIP, I was ushered into this special side room to check in. No waiting in line for me! Comfy couches and plush chairs all over this room. I was checked in by some cute young girl-woman; told where the gym was and the hours of operation and that my resort fee was covered by my company. She handed me a bottle of water and pointed to the elevators.
My work partner, Marge, came down to meet me as we were going to lunch before all the festivities began…so up to my room we went.
The room really was gorgeous—reds and browns everywhere, soft lighting, a bathroom almost as big as my bedroom at home with a tub the size of a hot tub. As we walk in, I look around.
Marge is behind me helping me carry my three pieces of luggage (What?), I turn and see on my side shelf a bottle of Patron, some designer vodka and two rows each of five little white boxes. The display is so fun! They look like gifts.
Marge goes into the restroom.
One of the boxes has red lips stamped on the box--it looks like someone applied fresh red lipstick and kissed the box a couple of times. SO feminine!! Of course I pick it up to see what this box is and what’s inside…
Oh.
“PUT THAT DOWN!! You only have 45 seconds before they charge you for that!” screams Marge.
Can ya just imagine the juggling act that begins because Marge has scared the %^&$ out of me? It flies here there and everywhere… And, you guessed it…I didn’t make the 45 second time frame.
Oh, great, great, great! My first event with Bill Shaw and I get to explain the Intimacy Kit. Oh... I'm gonna to impress him, alright. Jeez.
Why couldn’t I have just grabbed the nuts?
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
DAY THREE...It's not what you say that matters, it's what others hear...
As I’m delving in deeper to my ability to communicate clearly, I was reminded of something that happened to me a couple of years ago. If nothing else, it will make you laugh.
Wouldn’t you agree…there is nothing like a Krispy Kreme doughnut—especially when that red light is flashing? The light that lets everyone know there is a warm, gooey, sweet, intoxicating Krispy Kreme doughnut waiting for there—just for you.
Those sinful taste bud delights are the first thing to go when the dreaded four letter word rears its ugly head … D-I-E-T. Having lost 35 pounds and having managed to keep it off for three years, saboteurs like Krispy Kreme were not my usual stomping grounds.
However, I had just finished video-taping a “how to” and did it live and off the cuff and I was feeling pretty proud of myself. And the kids deserved them. I mean, no one has ever died from eating Krispy Kreme’s, right?
The aroma of fresh doughnuts. Wow. I think that smell must be a pheromone to me because it kind of makes me moan. It certainly makes me breathe heavy.
Back to the doughnuts. As I am studying the doughnuts and trying to justify buying more than just plain glazed doughnuts, a short, dark-haired man asks me what I’d like. I give him my order (a dozen glazed doughnuts) and he boxes them and brings them to the cash register.
He rings up my doughnuts and gives me the total and then he stares. Not just any stare, but a STARE. The kind that makes you think you have something hanging off your lip or mascara smeared under your eyes.
He asks me, “Are those real?”
Now, you can imagine my thoughts right about now. Actually, I had a few. The first was, “What? How dare he?!! You’ve got to be kidding” The second was “Wow, this guy has some nerve. To ask a woman he does not know, in public, if her breasts are real. Wow.” It was part admiration, part disbelief, part shock.
So, I showed my brilliance by saying the only thing you can say in this circumstance which was, “What?”
“Your eyelashes. Are they real?” he asks.
My eyelashes? You’ve GOT to be kidding me.
“Yes, they’re real.” I say, feeling like I’m in an episode of The Twilight Zone.
“Your husband. He is lucky man. Your eyelashes are beautiful.”
Now, you might be sitting there reading this thinking to yourself, “That’s funny. But what does it have to do with direct sales?”
Well, I did exactly what direct sales trainers will tell you not to do. I prejudged this man. He asked a question and I immediately assumed I knew what he was thinking. I did, however, do the right thing by asking another question so that he could clarify his original question. Lucky for him as he was within striking distance!
From this episode, I learned an important lesson. What people say isn’t always what you hear. What if I had assumed he was talking about my breasts and I became hostile towards him for his audacity? How embarrassing would that be (for him and for me) if he really only meant to compliment me?
Notice where you jump to conclusions or pre-judge meaning without asking another question to clarify your understanding of the conversation. It could completely change the outcome…
Wouldn’t you agree…there is nothing like a Krispy Kreme doughnut—especially when that red light is flashing? The light that lets everyone know there is a warm, gooey, sweet, intoxicating Krispy Kreme doughnut waiting for there—just for you.
Those sinful taste bud delights are the first thing to go when the dreaded four letter word rears its ugly head … D-I-E-T. Having lost 35 pounds and having managed to keep it off for three years, saboteurs like Krispy Kreme were not my usual stomping grounds.
However, I had just finished video-taping a “how to” and did it live and off the cuff and I was feeling pretty proud of myself. And the kids deserved them. I mean, no one has ever died from eating Krispy Kreme’s, right?
The aroma of fresh doughnuts. Wow. I think that smell must be a pheromone to me because it kind of makes me moan. It certainly makes me breathe heavy.
Back to the doughnuts. As I am studying the doughnuts and trying to justify buying more than just plain glazed doughnuts, a short, dark-haired man asks me what I’d like. I give him my order (a dozen glazed doughnuts) and he boxes them and brings them to the cash register.
He rings up my doughnuts and gives me the total and then he stares. Not just any stare, but a STARE. The kind that makes you think you have something hanging off your lip or mascara smeared under your eyes.
He asks me, “Are those real?”
Now, you can imagine my thoughts right about now. Actually, I had a few. The first was, “What? How dare he?!! You’ve got to be kidding” The second was “Wow, this guy has some nerve. To ask a woman he does not know, in public, if her breasts are real. Wow.” It was part admiration, part disbelief, part shock.
So, I showed my brilliance by saying the only thing you can say in this circumstance which was, “What?”
“Your eyelashes. Are they real?” he asks.
My eyelashes? You’ve GOT to be kidding me.
“Yes, they’re real.” I say, feeling like I’m in an episode of The Twilight Zone.
“Your husband. He is lucky man. Your eyelashes are beautiful.”
Now, you might be sitting there reading this thinking to yourself, “That’s funny. But what does it have to do with direct sales?”
Well, I did exactly what direct sales trainers will tell you not to do. I prejudged this man. He asked a question and I immediately assumed I knew what he was thinking. I did, however, do the right thing by asking another question so that he could clarify his original question. Lucky for him as he was within striking distance!
From this episode, I learned an important lesson. What people say isn’t always what you hear. What if I had assumed he was talking about my breasts and I became hostile towards him for his audacity? How embarrassing would that be (for him and for me) if he really only meant to compliment me?
Notice where you jump to conclusions or pre-judge meaning without asking another question to clarify your understanding of the conversation. It could completely change the outcome…
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
DAY TWO...
DAY TWO…
I woke up this morning NOT wanting to go to the gym. I justified my not going by promising to plug in my new Denise Austin yoga DVD during my lunch break today. Got a cup of coffee, turned on my computer and received this email of the day from Brian Tracy:
"Character is the ability to carry out a good resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed." -- Cavett Robert
[Gulp.]
One of the areas I’m strengthening this year is my ability to communicate so that everyone I’m connecting with feels heard and valued for their opinions and desires. I also want what the other person hears to be exactly what I intended to say. I mean, I’m always clear on what I say…but that’s not always the point in communicating with another person, is it?
A book called, “The Two Sides of Love” by Gary Smalley was recommended to me. I’m on page 62 and I have to say, it’s pretty good so far. It explains how to find a healthy balance between the protective, consistent “hard side” of love and the tender, understanding, “soft side” of love.
According to the authors, personalities can be broken into four categories for the purpose of understanding how we communicate—and survive—differently. The four categories are Lion, Beaver, Otter and Golden Retriever. Every personality has strengths, but these strengths left unchecked? You guessed it—they can become weaknesses.
Those of you who know me will find no surprise in the fact that I am indeed a Lion. Strengths of a Lion are:
• Lions are born leaders. My earliest memory of this was in second grade when I talked everyone in my class into staying on the playground after the bell rang and to pretend we didn’t hear it. It worked until little Dianna Thompson told Sister Mary Stephen what we were up to and who instigated it.
• Lions like to accomplish things with immediate results. I thought this had more to do with my short attention span…
• A lion’s time frame is NOW. Duh.
• Lions are decisive.
• Lion’s want Reader’s Digest-length communication. I apologize to you now if I’ve ever asked, “And your point is?”while you were in the middle of telling me what matters to you.
• Lion’s often feel challenged by questions.
• Lions are not afraid of pressure or confrontation. If I had a quarter for every time I said, “Let’s just get this out on the table!”
Recently, I was in Las Vegas with a group of Top Achievers and we were competing in the Amazing Race. This was a competition/scavenger hunt that was about 6 miles in length and took us through about 10 hotels/casinos. We were given hints and had to take picture of our activities along the way. We were graded on creativity of our pictures, some silly trivia questions we had to answer prior to the race and, of course, the order in which we ended the race.
I must have been in a group of Lions because all we heard was the word, “race.” So we ran the entire event (Kim Barnes, Kelly Janes, Barb Berkowich and I). Barb Berkowich, was wearing heels the entire time—so creds to Barb! (Though I have to ask…Barb, what were you thinking? “Amazing RACE…heels?”) I want to go on record as saying we crossed the line FIRST. We were way ahead of the group who crossed the line second. Our focus was totally and completely on being first.
We didn’t win, though. The other groups were more creative…their pictures were sooooo fun! One group stopped to drink and another decided to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. They saw things we didn’t see because they took their time and focused on the fun. Poor Barb had never even been to Vegas and, after our 6 mile run, could still probably say she hadn’t seen Vegas!
When this was all over, I had a moment of clarity. This “race” wasn’t about winning or crossing the line first. It was about having fun, being creative, taking in everything around you, laughing and finding the humor in what you’re doing…and knowing how to find Elvis. The people who did this were the winners.
So, where do I miss the fun and the relationships and just BEING because I’m so focused on the achievement at hand and getting it done NOW? That’s an eye opener for me. How about you? Where do you lose the focus of living and just being instead of constantly trying to achieve?
The next part of the book tells me how to increase my “soft side” and how to communicate with those who have a stronger “soft side.” At this rate, I’ll be done with this book by tomorrow and will be able to tackle the next one on the shelf! [Uh-oh.]
I woke up this morning NOT wanting to go to the gym. I justified my not going by promising to plug in my new Denise Austin yoga DVD during my lunch break today. Got a cup of coffee, turned on my computer and received this email of the day from Brian Tracy:
"Character is the ability to carry out a good resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed." -- Cavett Robert
[Gulp.]
One of the areas I’m strengthening this year is my ability to communicate so that everyone I’m connecting with feels heard and valued for their opinions and desires. I also want what the other person hears to be exactly what I intended to say. I mean, I’m always clear on what I say…but that’s not always the point in communicating with another person, is it?
A book called, “The Two Sides of Love” by Gary Smalley was recommended to me. I’m on page 62 and I have to say, it’s pretty good so far. It explains how to find a healthy balance between the protective, consistent “hard side” of love and the tender, understanding, “soft side” of love.
According to the authors, personalities can be broken into four categories for the purpose of understanding how we communicate—and survive—differently. The four categories are Lion, Beaver, Otter and Golden Retriever. Every personality has strengths, but these strengths left unchecked? You guessed it—they can become weaknesses.
Those of you who know me will find no surprise in the fact that I am indeed a Lion. Strengths of a Lion are:
• Lions are born leaders. My earliest memory of this was in second grade when I talked everyone in my class into staying on the playground after the bell rang and to pretend we didn’t hear it. It worked until little Dianna Thompson told Sister Mary Stephen what we were up to and who instigated it.
• Lions like to accomplish things with immediate results. I thought this had more to do with my short attention span…
• A lion’s time frame is NOW. Duh.
• Lions are decisive.
• Lion’s want Reader’s Digest-length communication. I apologize to you now if I’ve ever asked, “And your point is?”while you were in the middle of telling me what matters to you.
• Lion’s often feel challenged by questions.
• Lions are not afraid of pressure or confrontation. If I had a quarter for every time I said, “Let’s just get this out on the table!”
Recently, I was in Las Vegas with a group of Top Achievers and we were competing in the Amazing Race. This was a competition/scavenger hunt that was about 6 miles in length and took us through about 10 hotels/casinos. We were given hints and had to take picture of our activities along the way. We were graded on creativity of our pictures, some silly trivia questions we had to answer prior to the race and, of course, the order in which we ended the race.
I must have been in a group of Lions because all we heard was the word, “race.” So we ran the entire event (Kim Barnes, Kelly Janes, Barb Berkowich and I). Barb Berkowich, was wearing heels the entire time—so creds to Barb! (Though I have to ask…Barb, what were you thinking? “Amazing RACE…heels?”) I want to go on record as saying we crossed the line FIRST. We were way ahead of the group who crossed the line second. Our focus was totally and completely on being first.
We didn’t win, though. The other groups were more creative…their pictures were sooooo fun! One group stopped to drink and another decided to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. They saw things we didn’t see because they took their time and focused on the fun. Poor Barb had never even been to Vegas and, after our 6 mile run, could still probably say she hadn’t seen Vegas!
When this was all over, I had a moment of clarity. This “race” wasn’t about winning or crossing the line first. It was about having fun, being creative, taking in everything around you, laughing and finding the humor in what you’re doing…and knowing how to find Elvis. The people who did this were the winners.
So, where do I miss the fun and the relationships and just BEING because I’m so focused on the achievement at hand and getting it done NOW? That’s an eye opener for me. How about you? Where do you lose the focus of living and just being instead of constantly trying to achieve?
The next part of the book tells me how to increase my “soft side” and how to communicate with those who have a stronger “soft side.” At this rate, I’ll be done with this book by tomorrow and will be able to tackle the next one on the shelf! [Uh-oh.]
Monday, January 11, 2010
Day One--Droppin' the Baggage...
Well, today is DAY ONE of my 2010 resolution to "drop the baggage that keeps me stuck." What do I define as baggage? Anything that doesn't honor or support the healthy me I want to be. This might include men, supposed friends, weight, beliefs, fears, insecurities...any and all of that.
So, I started off by going to the gym (I haven't been there in a week +). As usual when starting any exercise program the excitement and commitment is at full tilt. I even downloaded some new running music that has songs from Lady Gaga who sings the most inpsiring songs. Here are some lines you may recognize...."don't think too much, just take that stick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick," and "cuz we kick 'em to the curb unless they lick like Mick Jagger." Yep.
The gym is pretty empty considering this is January and it is a Monday. I know you've probably heard that most heart attacks happen on Monday mornings...well, so do most DAY ONEs. Is there a correlation? Something to consider, for sure.
Anyhooooo...I'm on the treadmill jammin' to Lady Gaga running at a speed of 5.0 really feeling like I can do this. I CAN lose these extra 20 pounds when I notice that my whole body is jiggling...and it's not jiggling in time to the music or my pace. In fact, there's a bit of a delay...my foot hits the treadmill and a few seconds later I feel my middle jiggle. (I actually reach down to feel it to see if it's just my internal organs jiggling or, if it's actually the skin. Much to my horror, it's all of the above.)
Next, I can feel MY FACE jiggling!! What??? This can't be good. Does running actually cause more wrinkles because it breaks down your skin? My skin specialist told me all about sleeping on silk pillow cases and not and your stomach or your side to avoid wrinkles but no one told me that exercise could break down your healthy skin tissues. I'm gonna do more research and may have to re-think this.
As I finish, a man steps on the treadmill next to me. I haven't seen him in awhile and I ask how he's doing. He replies very honestly (don't you just LOVE honest men?) that he had a very difficult 2009--relationship-wise--but he's working on moving forward. We talked a little about what he learned in 2009 and how he'd move forward in 2010. As I was leaving he said, "I'm so glad I stepped on this treadmill. You made me feel better." Jiggle or no jiggle, DAY ONE in the gym is a success.
Next thing on my list to throw off the baggage, is to hire a Life Coach. Why, you ask? Well, a Life Coach is designed to hold you accountable to what you say you want. Most of the time, they actually help you discover what it is you DO want first. I had my first call with Shannon Bruce today and already feel like I'm moving forward. My first step in accountability? Actually paying for it. Yikes. I'm investing in myself, right?
What does your DAY ONE look like? What are you going to do differently so that you move out of that "stuck" position?
So, I started off by going to the gym (I haven't been there in a week +). As usual when starting any exercise program the excitement and commitment is at full tilt. I even downloaded some new running music that has songs from Lady Gaga who sings the most inpsiring songs. Here are some lines you may recognize...."don't think too much, just take that stick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick," and "cuz we kick 'em to the curb unless they lick like Mick Jagger." Yep.
The gym is pretty empty considering this is January and it is a Monday. I know you've probably heard that most heart attacks happen on Monday mornings...well, so do most DAY ONEs. Is there a correlation? Something to consider, for sure.
Anyhooooo...I'm on the treadmill jammin' to Lady Gaga running at a speed of 5.0 really feeling like I can do this. I CAN lose these extra 20 pounds when I notice that my whole body is jiggling...and it's not jiggling in time to the music or my pace. In fact, there's a bit of a delay...my foot hits the treadmill and a few seconds later I feel my middle jiggle. (I actually reach down to feel it to see if it's just my internal organs jiggling or, if it's actually the skin. Much to my horror, it's all of the above.)
Next, I can feel MY FACE jiggling!! What??? This can't be good. Does running actually cause more wrinkles because it breaks down your skin? My skin specialist told me all about sleeping on silk pillow cases and not and your stomach or your side to avoid wrinkles but no one told me that exercise could break down your healthy skin tissues. I'm gonna do more research and may have to re-think this.
As I finish, a man steps on the treadmill next to me. I haven't seen him in awhile and I ask how he's doing. He replies very honestly (don't you just LOVE honest men?) that he had a very difficult 2009--relationship-wise--but he's working on moving forward. We talked a little about what he learned in 2009 and how he'd move forward in 2010. As I was leaving he said, "I'm so glad I stepped on this treadmill. You made me feel better." Jiggle or no jiggle, DAY ONE in the gym is a success.
Next thing on my list to throw off the baggage, is to hire a Life Coach. Why, you ask? Well, a Life Coach is designed to hold you accountable to what you say you want. Most of the time, they actually help you discover what it is you DO want first. I had my first call with Shannon Bruce today and already feel like I'm moving forward. My first step in accountability? Actually paying for it. Yikes. I'm investing in myself, right?
What does your DAY ONE look like? What are you going to do differently so that you move out of that "stuck" position?
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