Slowly but surely, I am putting myself out there. I realize that I have been hiding myself even when it came to this blog. More will come, I promise.
In the meantime, my Social Web for Social Change class at BGI is forcing me to go where I never thought I would - even bigger with a blog! I have started another one which will capture other people's journeys as well as what their days look like. By doing so, I hope to gain greater insight into them (mostly my friends and family) as well as glean little nuggets for my own journey.
Here it is: http://everyonesrubyslippers.blogspot.com
Enjoy!
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Swinging and serendipity
**This was a draft written several weeks ago...I'm now back after a month of travels and major events (to be discussed soon....)**
No. I'm not talking about THAT kind of swinging. Good heavens, what kind of girl do you think I am? I'm talking about ACTUAL swinging. When my sister and I were little and lived in the country, our parents took us into the city to Washington Park where there was a tall slide (it felt VERY tall at that age), several teeter-totters (or see-saws as some like to call them) and a bank of swings. It's pretty basic by today's standards, but for me and Blake, it was a very special treat to visit this park. Ironically, I now live right next to the same park. Following my morning run, I took one look at the swings and hopped on. I was plugged into Pandora and the song that came on the exact moment I began to swing was U2's 'Vertigo.' How apropos. You know that momentary stomach flutter you get with exhilaration? Yep, as I climbed to my highest point, I felt my stomach start to flutter and a big smile came over my face. I started to slow in anticipation of jumping from the swing. I reached a point that made me a little scared but didn't appear to pose a threat of potential injury. Without much more thought, I jumped and flew through the air. As I landed (and fell) while twisting my already injured hip, my first thought was, "hmm...may have wanted to think a little bit more about the landing!" I shook it off and grinned as I hobbled back to my place. I had taken a leap.
No. I'm not talking about THAT kind of swinging. Good heavens, what kind of girl do you think I am? I'm talking about ACTUAL swinging. When my sister and I were little and lived in the country, our parents took us into the city to Washington Park where there was a tall slide (it felt VERY tall at that age), several teeter-totters (or see-saws as some like to call them) and a bank of swings. It's pretty basic by today's standards, but for me and Blake, it was a very special treat to visit this park. Ironically, I now live right next to the same park. Following my morning run, I took one look at the swings and hopped on. I was plugged into Pandora and the song that came on the exact moment I began to swing was U2's 'Vertigo.' How apropos. You know that momentary stomach flutter you get with exhilaration? Yep, as I climbed to my highest point, I felt my stomach start to flutter and a big smile came over my face. I started to slow in anticipation of jumping from the swing. I reached a point that made me a little scared but didn't appear to pose a threat of potential injury. Without much more thought, I jumped and flew through the air. As I landed (and fell) while twisting my already injured hip, my first thought was, "hmm...may have wanted to think a little bit more about the landing!" I shook it off and grinned as I hobbled back to my place. I had taken a leap.
There was a bit of serendipity today as well that made me think about how the universe works. Just the other day, my friend, Julia, asked me if either of my parents knew how to clean mildew off washing machine rubber rings. (She knew that I wouldn't know since someone else takes care of the washing machines in my building.) I hadn't had the chance to ask them, but just this morning, I ran by a Laundry Room Expert van with the technician sitting in the driver seat listening to a radio show. I figured, "they're the laundry room experts, so he might know how to solve my friend's dilemma." Sure enough. He had the solution. (For those of you needing the answer, he recommended Simple Green product and a nylon scrubber along with reducing the soap by 75%. He also said to wipe the ring after each use and leave the door ajar after each load.) Solution found! The universe had responded to the question!
In the afternoon, I attended introductory session at a new, elite gym where I won a month-long trial membership. I never win anything, so this was a pleasant surprise especially as I'll be walking away from a pretty spectacular gym at The Company's headquarters.
I am realizing that there are all kinds of serendipitous signs around me....more to come on that!
Thursday, July 26, 2012
The bathroom breakdown
What is it about bathrooms? Elizabeth Gilbert had her infamous breakdown in a bathroom. There was even the famous, pivotal point in Jerry Maguire with Tom Cruise begging Cuba Gooding, "Help me to help you" scene in...wait for it...yes, the bathroom. (Ok. It was a locker room, but pretty darn close.) You know what I'm talking about, and you know that you've been there, too. I remember the first time I found myself uncontrollably sobbing on the bathroom floor. It was 1998, and in a chic Beverly Hills hotel where I was attending a work offsite. It naturally involved a guy, someone I had had a secret crush on who hadn't been flirting with me that day. I had convinced myself that it was never going to happen, and I was going to be alone FOR-EVER. (This issue require a whole, separate blog...!) When I returned to my room that night, I took one look in the bathroom mirror and started gushing. It was one of those cries where I could only take intermittent breaths and a walrus-like sound seemed to be coming from me. I had no idea I could produce such a sound. The next morning, I woke with blood-shot, puffy eyes which presented a dilemma - do I put on more eye make-up to try to cover it up or will that draw more attention to them? I tried to find middle ground. When I entered the meeting, one of the directors commented, "Brooke clearly had a little too much to drink last night!" It was the first time ever that I was thankful to look hung-over. Of course, my close friend, Ali, wasn't fooled. She pulled me aside and said, "You had a good cry last night, didn't you?" Damn, she's good. How did she know? She knew because she had been there, too, proving that I wasn't the only one.
This leads me to today. I'd say that I was batting .500 when it came to days where I could breathe and days where I couldn't find my breath. I hadn't broken down but could tell that I was adjusting to this new way of life. It was everything I could do to tell myself that this is the moment that I, and almost every other working individual, had longed for - time off and to do anything I wanted. However, the panic, the unknown, and ultimately, the shame wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. It was only a matter of time, and I knew a good cry was lurking beneath the surface.
So, what set it off? Yep, you know it - the shame and embarrassment gremlins were feeding on my psyche. I sent a text to my mentor and dear friend about my decision to leave The Company. Technically, I had made my decision before I learned that I didn't get the fourth and final job I had interviewed for, but it still would have felt A LOT better if I could have been able to turn it down. Granted, I could have held that power if I had sent the email that I was withdrawing my candidacy. What's done is done. Back to the cry, I felt like I had let my mentor down when she had gone to bat for me each and every time. All of a sudden, I found myself sitting on my bathroom floor, back against the tub with my head between my knees and snot running faster than Michael Johnson in the 200m. It's funny what snaps you out of a state like that. First, I noticed the paint chipping on the wall behind the hot water pipes. Then, my phone rang, and I saw it was my mom. A mom talk could go either way. I really was in no mood to talk, but still answered. Knowing that the echo of the bathroom would give my emotional state away, I moved into my living space - carpet and outside noises that flooded the room could buffer any waver in my voice. I got through the call, but the tears returned the minute I hung up.
That's when I knew to 'phone a friend.' The debate was, which friend? I opted for the one who had originally spotted and understood the 'bathroom breakdown' - Ali. I left her a voicemail in my best 'chin-up' voice. A few minutes later, my phone rang. As I started to tell her what was going on, she reminded me of the advice I had given her just months ago - I wasn't meant to get any of those four jobs because something better is out there for me. I'm meant to be on this journey, this is my path. These events were meant to happen and for me to learn from them. Granted, I'm getting a little sick and tired of these "learning lessons," but I know that there are more around the bend. Swell. Now, however, I feel like I have a better hold on the life-raft that is careening through these rapids instead of feeling like I'm about to fall into the river. Amazing what one phone call can do.
After my brief, yet very beneficial talk with Ali, I pulled myself together and set out...to buy shoes. THAT always makes a girl happy.
And, here's a way to think about it from Dr. Seuss:
I will smile. I know that.
This leads me to today. I'd say that I was batting .500 when it came to days where I could breathe and days where I couldn't find my breath. I hadn't broken down but could tell that I was adjusting to this new way of life. It was everything I could do to tell myself that this is the moment that I, and almost every other working individual, had longed for - time off and to do anything I wanted. However, the panic, the unknown, and ultimately, the shame wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. It was only a matter of time, and I knew a good cry was lurking beneath the surface.
So, what set it off? Yep, you know it - the shame and embarrassment gremlins were feeding on my psyche. I sent a text to my mentor and dear friend about my decision to leave The Company. Technically, I had made my decision before I learned that I didn't get the fourth and final job I had interviewed for, but it still would have felt A LOT better if I could have been able to turn it down. Granted, I could have held that power if I had sent the email that I was withdrawing my candidacy. What's done is done. Back to the cry, I felt like I had let my mentor down when she had gone to bat for me each and every time. All of a sudden, I found myself sitting on my bathroom floor, back against the tub with my head between my knees and snot running faster than Michael Johnson in the 200m. It's funny what snaps you out of a state like that. First, I noticed the paint chipping on the wall behind the hot water pipes. Then, my phone rang, and I saw it was my mom. A mom talk could go either way. I really was in no mood to talk, but still answered. Knowing that the echo of the bathroom would give my emotional state away, I moved into my living space - carpet and outside noises that flooded the room could buffer any waver in my voice. I got through the call, but the tears returned the minute I hung up.
That's when I knew to 'phone a friend.' The debate was, which friend? I opted for the one who had originally spotted and understood the 'bathroom breakdown' - Ali. I left her a voicemail in my best 'chin-up' voice. A few minutes later, my phone rang. As I started to tell her what was going on, she reminded me of the advice I had given her just months ago - I wasn't meant to get any of those four jobs because something better is out there for me. I'm meant to be on this journey, this is my path. These events were meant to happen and for me to learn from them. Granted, I'm getting a little sick and tired of these "learning lessons," but I know that there are more around the bend. Swell. Now, however, I feel like I have a better hold on the life-raft that is careening through these rapids instead of feeling like I'm about to fall into the river. Amazing what one phone call can do.
After my brief, yet very beneficial talk with Ali, I pulled myself together and set out...to buy shoes. THAT always makes a girl happy.
And, here's a way to think about it from Dr. Seuss:
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
I will smile. I know that.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Let the daring begin.
Yesterday was the first day of freedom and panic. I decided to publicly post my journey as a way to help me 'own' it. I may not get one reader, and that's perfectly ok. For the first time in my life, this is all about me.
It all began last Halloween, and essentially ended last Friday when I made the conscious decision to take the hardest and greatest leap of my life. Friday was an ending, but the start of what will be an incredible journey. I know that. I have often wondered what I'm made of, and I now get to discover who I am and what I want. How many of us get to do that?
After 16 years with 'The Company,' where I started straight out of school and was currently in my "dream" job, I had unconsciously worked myself into a way of operating that I completely disengaged when I felt that I couldn't live up to what I thought other people expected of me. I would then get mad at myself for not living up to my own expectations. I became very talented at beating myself up instead of developing my true talents and being true to myself. Come to find out, this was the all-powerful shame cycle - deep, ingrained shame. My coach, Robin, who is one of the most gifted, thoughtful people and a true light-force unto herself was the one who helped me understand this and has been helping me peel back the layers to get to my core. The other person who, so poignantly, asks those questions that result in self-epiphanies has been Simon, my Leadership and Personal Development faculty at BGI. Without these two people, I may not have been able to continue breathing, let alone make the discoveries I have made about myself. The third support in this journey, unbeknownst to her, is Brene Brown, who has achieved the status of one of the eight, amazing people I would want to invite to a dinner party (Jon Stewart, Madeleine Albright, and Hillary Clinton are a few others) is really the one who has brought shame to the national forefront. Thank goodness for all of us that she has. (Thank you, Brene, for the work you have and are continuing to do AND for bringing yourself.) I have read her books and had the rare privilege to attend a 2-day workshop with her. As one who never thought I would attend any sort of "self-help" workshops or read any of "those" books. I am in - hook, line, and sinker!
I am working on embracing this big change and new awareness that I have. There are definitely moments where I really feel that ignorance was indeed bliss; however, I know that bliss was fleeting. Brene had found in her research that approximately 20-25% of the people she interviewed instinctively lived a wholehearted life - true to themselves. The other 75% or so had to fight their way there. I'm in the fighter camp, and I say, BRING IT ON! (In other, tough moments, I wonder, "Why can't I be one of those 20-25%?!)
I'll close with one of my most favorite quotes from Eudora Welty:
Let the daring begin.
It all began last Halloween, and essentially ended last Friday when I made the conscious decision to take the hardest and greatest leap of my life. Friday was an ending, but the start of what will be an incredible journey. I know that. I have often wondered what I'm made of, and I now get to discover who I am and what I want. How many of us get to do that?
After 16 years with 'The Company,' where I started straight out of school and was currently in my "dream" job, I had unconsciously worked myself into a way of operating that I completely disengaged when I felt that I couldn't live up to what I thought other people expected of me. I would then get mad at myself for not living up to my own expectations. I became very talented at beating myself up instead of developing my true talents and being true to myself. Come to find out, this was the all-powerful shame cycle - deep, ingrained shame. My coach, Robin, who is one of the most gifted, thoughtful people and a true light-force unto herself was the one who helped me understand this and has been helping me peel back the layers to get to my core. The other person who, so poignantly, asks those questions that result in self-epiphanies has been Simon, my Leadership and Personal Development faculty at BGI. Without these two people, I may not have been able to continue breathing, let alone make the discoveries I have made about myself. The third support in this journey, unbeknownst to her, is Brene Brown, who has achieved the status of one of the eight, amazing people I would want to invite to a dinner party (Jon Stewart, Madeleine Albright, and Hillary Clinton are a few others) is really the one who has brought shame to the national forefront. Thank goodness for all of us that she has. (Thank you, Brene, for the work you have and are continuing to do AND for bringing yourself.) I have read her books and had the rare privilege to attend a 2-day workshop with her. As one who never thought I would attend any sort of "self-help" workshops or read any of "those" books. I am in - hook, line, and sinker!
I am working on embracing this big change and new awareness that I have. There are definitely moments where I really feel that ignorance was indeed bliss; however, I know that bliss was fleeting. Brene had found in her research that approximately 20-25% of the people she interviewed instinctively lived a wholehearted life - true to themselves. The other 75% or so had to fight their way there. I'm in the fighter camp, and I say, BRING IT ON! (In other, tough moments, I wonder, "Why can't I be one of those 20-25%?!)
I'll close with one of my most favorite quotes from Eudora Welty:
"All serious daring starts from within."
Let the daring begin.
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