This is about your Gremlins. How they're messing with your life and sabotaging your career. So settle in. On the comfy couch. That's where your gremlins hang out. That's where they want you to hang out. I love my comfy couch. But I hate my gremlins. They're wicked smart. They know how enticing the comfy couch is. They know what I'm afraid of. They know my weaknesses, even when I try to fake it. They know what makes me doubt myself. They know what holds me back from greatness.
I know. I know. You're considering moving on. Thinking about The One. Finally a career relationship made in heaven. Something that feeds your soul. So you take the natural next steps. Step 1. Worrying that you won't find the career of your dreams. Step 2. Spinning in circles and racking your brain about your strengths, trying to figure out what they can lead to. You spend a lot of time on this step. Step 3. Watching your confidence spiral down little by little. You sometimes
You find yourself in a situation where you are beginning to coast. You're certainly not growing. Your manager doesn't have a clue, so even if your manager is told to help with your career path, if that's not in your manager's wheelhouse, ain't gonna happen. So what do you do? Suffer in silence? Quit? Be overwhelmed searching for that new career? Talk shit all day about your manager? No. No. No. And No. Here's what I want you to do. You've been around your manager long enough.
Way back when, when we were all little kids (or as my daughter refers to my youth as, back in the "ice age"), we got the idea that other folks had to love our stunts, the crazy ideas we cooked up, how cute we were, and validate pretty much every move we made and every amazing thought we had. How did this happen? Well, how many times did we hear Good Job!? Every time we heard those words, it validated how great we were. It gave us permission to keep going. To strut our stuff.
Sometimes our troubles make life feel like the tectonic plates are moving violently under us. We feel helpless and fearful in situations we cannot control. Scary times. It feels good to talk about our despair. It feels good to share, to not feel alone. But the trouble starts when we rehash it with each other. Over and over again. We think this gives us power. But this takes our power away (and fuels the horrid event). It ain’t easy, but we have to stop. Why? Because all this
So, some horrible circumstance has befallen us. Or we're worried about something that's happening in our life. What do we do? We create a horror movie. All doom and gloom of what might happen. Because we want to be prepared for just about anything. So we live in that movie. We wallow in that movie. That movie becomes our hell. Here's the thing. Why would we create this movie and live in that? And if the disaster we created actually does happen, why would we have put ourselves
Yes, I'm asking you to be thankful. Thankful for all those damn life lessons. Thankful for being beautiful, amazing, uniquely you. Thankful you get to create your reality. And thankful for whatever is flung your way. We've all been through some hideous events. But right now let's find something to appreciate about all of those. Yes, all of those. So stay with me. For everything that is happening or has happened, fill in the blank: This is good because ________________________
So you’re stopping because the ballet class is getting harder? Seriously? But you love that class. You’re so good at it. Listen. You are ready. You can do the double turns. It might be hard. Daunting. Challenging. Intimidating. But taking that leap is your next step to greatness. You know, greatness. To dream the impossible dream. To be completely and unapologetically you at your pinnacle. To wear the crown. Yes you. And whoever told you - "You’re not up to it. You’ll slip o
Yup, you've been delivered a nice big "Shit" sandwich. Everything was going great. You were feeling good. And then, wham! A shit sandwich from the delivery guy just when everything was going so well. Not only has the universe, your boss, your ______(fill in), delivered this to you, but it's a fancy deluxe - the works. Before you panic, decide to quit, go off to Tahiti, or cry in your beer, know this. There is a reason. (Oh no. Not that again. Another lesson. Oh goody. Just wa