Today, I’d like to make a suggestion.
Risk. Until You Puke!
Yes, you heard me correctly. I know it sounds like a weird topic, but here’s how I came to this idea – it wasn’t entirely my fault, as you will see.
I’m letting you inside the panty drawer here and giving you a window into how I cultivate my creative genius. If you’d like to send cash for this tip, that would be welcomed.
At any rate, here’s how I come up with my AWESOMETASTIC blogging ideas.
I go about my daily life.
And I notice stuff.
All day long I’m noticing stuff to write about. Some of it is preposterous. (That’s a great word, isn’t it?) Some of it is too “Massengill disposable douche walking in the wildflowers” touchy feely stuff. (Those ideas almost never come across as authentically Jennifer, so I pitch them right away.)
On occasion, some ideas come back from multiple sources within a very short timeframe and I just KNOW that my Higher Power is sending me a sign.
So, today, my Higher Power wants me to tell you about risk. And puke.
First, that dumbass statement “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” came to mind. That’s utter phooey, by the way. LOTS of things can kill you (by “you” I mean your spirit) and leave you weaker. Believe me. I held my baby while she died. That’s a surefire and absolute strength killer.
Anyway, I was thinking about my resentment about that dumbass statement and then this came to mind:
“Whatever doesn’t make you PUKE, makes you stronger.” I was thinking about risk at the time, because I’m in the middle of the HUGEST risk ever – putting my dream to be an inspirer of souls and dreams out there in the universe for everyone to scoff at.
I’m doing it anyway.
Then, in preparation for SAID PUKE-INSTIGATING launch, I interviewed wordsmith promotional goddess, Alexandra Franzen. I asked her how she got (at the ripe old age of 27, mind you) the stones to charge $1000/day for her Velocity Power sessions. (She’s worth every damn penny, by the way.)
And she said that HER INSPIRATION came from her coach, Dyana Valentine. Here’s what she said about her meeting with Dyana:
“You talk to her about your vision for a project and then she ratchets your vision up about 3 levels until you want to PUKE from the risk.”
YES!!!!! The puke thing circled back.
So I knew it was a sign.
My Higher Power wants me to encourage you to risk until you puke.
Now, for safety reasons, it’s important to take a step back here. If you are recovering from an eating disorder, for example, PLEASE DO NOT take this suggestion literally.
What you can do, though, is think about your dream. Think about what scares you about your dream. Then, think about what would be even scarier than that thing.
Now that you have a vision of what is worse than scary, say you’re at “terrifying” on the risk-o-meter, think about what might send you running to the nearest padded cell as a consequence of taking action on your dream.
And THAT PLACE, that action item, that risk level, is going to be your ENTRY POINT for starting tasks toward your dream.
I’ll use myself as an example.
My dream is to be a nationally (internationally?) (galactically?) known kick-ass Midlife Revivalist. I specialize in helping women who are ready to move past all excuses that spring from their obligations originating from their private parts (like men and children) and actually MAKE SOMETHING that is uniquely theirs.
I want to be the “go to” person on every MidLife Woman’s mind when she finally decides to take a turn in her own damn life!
Okay – first level of risk was to admit this to myself. I admitted this to myself 15 years ago when I wasn’t technically at midlife but knew I had a gift. But I LET FEAR paralyze me for SO LONG that I actually had to AGE UP my demographic!
Never mind that, because there’s no time for self-castigation.
My SECOND level of risk was to launch a blog a year ago and start writing the truth. This was riskier because it involved BEING SEEN doing my dream, (albeit only to my mother, my Aunt Susie, and 15 other dear friends and family members.)
My THIRD level of risk – this one is bigger – was to QUIT MY EFFING JOB and put my money where my vision was. This one was way riskier for three reasons:
And now I’m at a deeper level of risk. I’ve asked for help. From other game changers. People like Corbett Barr (immense thank you), Jonathan Fields (genius!), and Barrie Davenport (love on the page.) And now, I’m here with Lissa – how crazy is that?!
And the whole thing, the exposure of the dream, the risks I’ve already taken and have agreed to take in the near future, the help of this winning team of experts – this whole thing is such an EFFING GIFT that I can hardly believe that I’m actually here.
Truly, I’ve been dreaming about this since some time after I spent thirty-two minutes with my newborn daughter before they took her to the morgue.
It occurred to me a year or two later that recovering from my sorrow was so utterly impossibly HUGE that it had made me someone different. The death of my only daughter had transformed me into such a wickedly clear visionary and communicator about WHAT MATTERS MOST, and GRATITUDE, and STRENGTH that I absolutely HAD to teach other people to KEEP DIGGING, KEEP TRYING, until you reach the EXQUISITELY BEAUTIFUL prize within your adversities.
It’s like the prize in the Cracker Jack, babes. Don’t quit before the miracle. (If you need help with actually doing that, you can register here for my 5-part eCourse, "Get Bitter. Or Get Better".)
You just gotta summon up your fear about that and BE WILLING to RISK UNTIL YOU PUKE!
Because that is the beautiful, oh so exquisitely beautiful gift that is calling to you from within all that baggage you are carrying.
. . . to stop dreaming and start doing.
. . . to lay down the cloak of martyrdom and rise up untethered by your perceived limitations.
. . . to risk. until you puke.
Don't worry. We're doing this thing together. With respect to your biggest Big Dream - or even the next right one in front of you - what support do you need to move forward? Let me know in the comments, and we'll work though those challenges together.
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