Okay, before you wonder… I do know that the “r” in risk is not silent. But there is another “r” in risk. And I’ve been noticing that it’s been quite silent for me. That second “r” is: Reward. In Laura’s new Be You Out Loud class, she puts an emphasis on the reward part of [...]
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Letting Go (again… and again…)
Oh oh letting go There’s nothing in the way now, Oh letting go, there’s room enough to fly… ~ Suzy Bogguss* The heart wrenching song, “Letting Go,” by Suzy Bogguss has been wafting through my mind all day. The song is about a mother-daughter transition, but I’ve been putting a different spin on the song today as [...]
Tiny Risks Count
I have heard our Risk a Day leader, Laura, say many times that it’s the small, seemingly insignificant, risks we take intentionally that build our courage muscles. Just like going to the gym and starting with a 2-pound weight… we can eventually build up to the heavy lifting. I took a tiny risk a few days ago. [...]
For Crying Out Loud
When Olympic skater Evan Lysacek won gold in men’s figure skating last week, he cried with joy. His coach, however, was embarrassed by such an outward show of emotion. Coach Frank Carroll was quoted in the New York Times as saying, “I kept wanting to say, ‘Stop it, just stop it.’ I’m very stoic in a [...]
Expelling my Rules
Ex-pert [n., v., adj. ek-spurt, ik-spurt] Possessing special skill or knowledge; trained by practice; skillful or skilled. I am a marketing communications expert. I have a degree and decades of experience to prove it. And clients who pay me for said expertise. The trouble with being a so-called ”expert” in something is that there are other [...]
Daring to Desire
I have been aware for a good bit that my wants are often muffled. The more this awareness grows, the more painful the question,”What do you want?” becomes. Today I shall risk turning up the volume on my wants. Just to feel them. Just to experiment. Just to see if I can. I risk… wanting [...]
At the Risk of being Reverent
This is one of my favorite photos of myself – there I am, gleefully sticking my tongue out while marching in my community’s Fourth of July parade, decked out in my Girl Scout uniform, complete with white gloves (and, ummmm, lacking achievement badges of any kind). I didn’t mean to disrespect Uncle Sam or the [...]
