So uninspiring

Dear Diary,

Today, I am gearing up for a month-long free series I’m teaching. I love teaching. I love helping people.

I fucking hate video.

Hate.

It.

I lose concentration. I get distracted by whatever is going on in the background at my house. The noise, the dogs in my lap, the cat who always, ALWAYS sits on my arm when I go live. And I hate having to look a certain way.

Life was so much easier when I just used the telephone or audio recordings.

Makeup makes my face itch and I have no trendy clothes because I live in my bathrobe.

That’s by design – because successful people really don’t dress up for anyone. There’s an old adage about how the men in suits work for the people in pajamas. But I digress…

Obligatory duckface

For these new classes, in our shitty-ass culture that always comments on a woman’s appearance, I have to put on clothes. Fuck.

So I’m doing it because these women need the knowledge. But god help the first person who says one thing about how I look. People don’t do that to men, BTW. No one goes on Jack Canfield’s lives and compliments his suit or hair. They actually listen to what he says.

What a concept.

Anyway, the material I wrote up is incredibly powerful and I’m proud of myself for putting it together and choosing to show up. Someday, my granddaughters will be teaching in their pajamas and celebrated for it. I’m two generations too early.

Dear Diary

I woke up today with the idea that this blog should be a diary. Yes, just like when you were 12 and used pink glitter pens with fluffy cotton on the eraser top.

And since I’m my own boss, I can do whatever I want. (Highly recommend.)

Dear Diary is the new blog. You will find here confessions, the mindset issues I’m working through, the business moves I’m making behind the scenes. Basically, the dirt. Be honest, everyone loves dirt.

So today, I am working on the content for the Not Another Masterclass (Series), along with videos, and I’m crafting the material for Summer School.

What I want to be doing is transplanting my peonies from NH to VT, at the new house. They just started spouting and I’m told it’s the perfect time to move them. (I’ve accumulated about 15 in the 25 years I’ve lived in NH and I don’t want to leave them behind.)

Anyway, the two things connected in my brain in an odd way…

We’re told there’s a right time for everything. We like to push too soon, or wait too late.

But what if that’s not even possible?

What if what you thought was too soon was meant to teach you something? The same for whatever you thought was too late?

What if there is no possible way to fuck up? Because no matter the circumstance or outcome, you are exactly where you are meant to be? You are there to learn something that allows you advance, getting you closer to where you intend to go.

I won’t lie: The idea relieved a shit ton of pressure. It’s impossible to be behind. It’s ridiculous to think I can be ahead of the curve.

I’m on my own timeline, so who says what’s early or late?

I used to tell this story where, in my head, the universe is a giant hand moving pieces on a chessboard. Our goal is to win the game. The universe wants that too. But we have no idea how many moves will be necessary on that board in order to win.

Ergo, too late, too early, failure, mistake, fuck up, freak out, are just moves getting us closer to the win.

Feel me?

So no, I’m not moving peonies today. But I am certain I will get them moved when I am supposed to in order to learn something or win. It’s one or the other. That’s how my world is set up.

What about yours?

Are mistakes the death of you? Do you cringe at the prospect of failure? That’s a great way to put yourself in a box.

Meantime, the Not Another Masterclass (Series) starts in 2 days, on May 15. That’s where my focus lies. I call it a month of out-of-the-box thinking and a rave for your brain. You should get in.