Have you ever been in the middle of doing something that you’re apparently really stoked about doing, only to suddenly pay attention to what you’re actually feeling and suddenly you’re all…wait a minute! I’m not having a good time AT ALL. I set about writing an article about pursuing our life’s calling and that’s exactly what happened. I was jaw clenched and pushing through. Which is weird. Because I really dig life’s calling and I really dig writing. So instead of rising up and meeting my deadline, I went to bed with a cup of tea. It was glorious. Then
Do your Work
You’ve come so far. And there’s so far to go…
I was having a soul food lunch with a friend who was sharing about her transformative experience with her spiritual teacher. She shared about the layers she shed, the massive openings in her heart, her presence. As deep work tends to be, it was grueling and maturing. Then her teacher comes up to her, all soft and satisfied and says… You’ve come so far. Delight And you have so far to go. Thunk. And isn’t that just how life goes? We’ve each got such textured stories, each one with its own version of heartache and heroism— each one utterly ordinary
We get it…You’re a FRAUD…now what?
When I was 19, I started a hair salon with a good friend and heaps of community support. We were total frauds. We didn’t know a thing about business (really? We have to collect sales tax? We shouldn’t just randomly close when we want to? We should mark up our retail products so that we make money off them? Promising topless hair cuts to cute boys at the bar is wholly inappropriate? Even if we’re kidding?) We didn’t have hairdressing licences yet, both having lost our apprenticeships when the salon we were at went bankrupt. We had ambitions. We had heart. We were
Confidence or Conceit? Knowing, Owning and Taking Good Care of Whatcha Got.
I’m pretty damn confident. Is it because I think I’m hot shit? Hardly. It’s because I know I’m not. And I know what I’ve got. And I don’t mind being seen for what I am. Human. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t get all sorts of messed up and freaked out about how I’m received, perceived or experienced. A colleague came up to me once, a lovely woman who shows her anxiety on her sleeve and with eyes full of awe told me how much she admired my confidence. “You can tell,” she said, “that you just don’t struggle with all
What and how do you lead? Your passion + your flavour = your mission
We’re all leading something in some way. Maybe it’s a company, a project or a team. Could be a family, a clique or culture. A new Renaissance. A Revolution. Evolution. Maybe your heart’s leading your way or your mind’s leading your work or your ideals are leading your art. Maybe you quietly sneak up on your mission, plodding away, one foot in front of the other. Maybe you explode into it, the shrapnel of your passion slicing through doubt and mediocrity. Maybe you pace or sprint or skip or lurk. Maybe you lead with logic or intuition, with an army
Botox won’t do shit for your Subtle body
I recently chopped my hair off. I haven’t had hair this short since I was 24 and it was a bit weird, looking in the mirror at a familiar look, a look of earlier times. But with this familiarity came a face that looks…well…thirty. Don’t worry I’m not going to go down that annoying road of pretending that thirty is old and woe on about the death of my youth. While looking at this face, freshly exposed by the lack of hair, I do notice a couple of things. First, my skin is changing as skin does. But my face
Making a Living vs. Making a Killing
Making a Living. Making a Killing. Let’s let them settle into our skin and feel what’s there when wearing them. When someone makes a living, it’s modest, it’s what helps them live, pay the bills, feed the kids. When someone makes a killing, it’s huge…they’re cleaning up…it’s exciting, dumbfounding…wow, that’s a lot of money! They KILLED it! But fiscally, in terms of pure numbers, there may not actually be such a discrepancy. I see these terms being more about the act behind the result, a living not necessarily being less nor a killing being more. I am interested in the spirit of
Inspiration: Harnessing power or heroin hits?
So I read this book…That conference was amazing…Our conversation was just what I needed…Can you believe this documentary? So Inspiring! Inspiration. Deep refreshing breaths that compel you into action. EXPANSIVE MIND, JUICED UP ENERGY, EXPLOSIVE POSSIBILITY. Yes Yes Yes. Let’s do this, let’s do this. Oh this is getting hard, sticky, boring, confrontational. This uphill climb with challenge after issue after roadblock…must not be meant to be…or it would be easy right? I just need to get back in the game, I just need to get inspired again…read something, tweet something, facebook oh facebook give me the hit I need
Passion and efficiency
The world we live in and the commonly held view of work and career is utterly confusing to me. Cash is king and we bow before him as though the crumbs of happiness he tosses at our feet are worth more than the myriad paths in the rolling hills of destiny just beyond those palace doors. Our collective cultural station and view is baffling. We work our asses off at jobs we dislike or even loath in order to make more money than we would doing something that we actually enjoy. But then, with our brilliant logic, we hope that
Short Cuts to Transformation
On my bike ride today, while mostly on side streets with views of trees and charming houses whizzing by, I still managed to take in a few taglines on advertisements that act as perfect content for the topic of instant gratification and its direct conflict with real growth.“Don’t wait for payday. Get cash now” “She lost 50 lbs. in 3 ½ weeks.” “Because life doesn’t wait for a cold.” With all of the promises for instant change and happiness, appealing to our desperate selves, it seems that a realistic claim about change is just not going to get our attention.
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