Forgive me for sorta recycling a post from nearly one year ago, but I don’t think it got a lot of looks buried in my old website, so I’m offering it up here (it starts with the photo further down the page). There’s a method to my sustainable posting, however; I wrote this nearly one year ago to the day when I dove into some loving life changes of my own choosing.
I’m in the business of helping those who want to change work to create the map and walk through it. There are some offerings I have coming up in July in the form of group coaching classes (live and in-person in Louisville and worldwide-and-all- points-in-between via teleclass). I’ll unleash fully-loaded details in the coming days via my website, Facebook, Twitter and the July issue of Underwired Magazine, but I’m also offering an opportunity for a sneak preview of what’s to come on a free call I will be offering on Thursday, July 5th at 12 noon EST.
If you want learn more about how I work, why I do it the way I do it, and if it’s a good fit for you, then you should jump on. You are welcome to ask questions, offer up an issue you’re dealing with or just listen quietly and bombard me with email questions thereafter. Whatever the case, I would be honored for you to join in. And it will be fun, too, because that’s just how I have to roll these days. For now, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org to tell me you want in or subscribe to my website. I will also tastefully and tactfully alert you via my Twitter or Facebook feeds.
Without further hubbub (i.e. my long prefaces), here comes the blast from the past. I have a wish that in the afterlife, I will be able to ask God to let me re-live the beautiful moments of my life as a spirit, but to let me feel the way I did in my human body x100,000,000. This show would be one of the things on the list. I love that I can still be moved to barely-stifled sobs by watching four of my favorite musicians make an entrance. Have a great week.
“Well, my heart is where it’s always been / My head is somewhere in between.” ~ Even Better Than The Real Thing -U2
Last week, I was among a crowd of about 65,000 people at Soldier Field in Chicago, IL awaiting the start of a U2 concert. The iconic band has been one of my favorites since I was 13 years old, so the anticipation was a feeling of nostalgia mixed with enjoying that night: the lake breeze, selling two of our unused tickets to an excited young couple who loved our seats and the company of my husband, younger brother and another friend.
To say the show didn’t disappoint would be a vast understatement. It was joyful, moving, thought-provoking and just plain fun — take a look at the photo and witness the smiling afterglow on the faces of my husband and me just minutes after the last encore.
The six hour drive the four of us made in a minivan also went without a hitch, too: my companions were hilarious, traffic wasn’t bad at all and we even made it into the city with time to spare for a nice dinner before the show. Optimal experiences all around.
My hope is that everyone has sublime experiences like that on a regular basis because the goodwill, creativity and energy they can spark inside of us can benefit everyone we connect with in our lives. As great as those experiences are, though, they don’t always just drop out of the sky for us and unfold all dreamy and effortless-like. Sometimes they come as the result of planning, then having to change the plans, doubting or even starting over.
Case in point: the U2 show of 7/5/2011 was over a year and a half in the making. It began in Christmas 2009 when my husband and I conspired to get the concert tickets so that we could go with my brothers and their wives on the ultimate family bonding trip. As we’d hoped, everyone was all-in and pumped up for the summer 2010 show.
In spring 2010, news broke that the lead singer had injured his back and it required surgery; our show was cancelled. We held out hope for a reschedule and it did happen…but would be over a year later.
In the meantime, life moved on: summer came and went, people worked, went to grad school and raised kids. Fast forward to this past spring when a few of our original concert crew had to bail out on attending the show due to work conflicts, too many vacation days scheduled — life.
It would have been easy to throw my hands up in exasperation and put the tickets on eBay to rid myself of what was starting to feel like a phantom concert, but I didn’t. Instead, my brother rallied and found a buddy to buy one ticket, and in his characteristic fashion, my husband took the high road and convinced me we should still go, sell the other two tickets and have a hell of a time. And we did.
In my work with clients, I am always humbled and honored to be a witness to the work people do to have not just a better life, but a beautiful life. Sometimes there are a series of shifts that occur over the course of weeks or a couple of months that lead to a bigger, overall changes; but more often than not, there are obstacles and hurts that take a bit longer to figure out or heal from.
I hang in there fiercely with my people on that journey and watch as they grow, change and have their own luminous days. What’s more is that those shifts aren’t just about a moment in time, but about becoming better people who continue to live their best lives, and that is truly beautiful.