In the sleepy hours of a warm summer night, I dreamt I was at Disneyland, the happiest place on earth! While I was there, I was given a little girl to take care of for the day. She gave me her name, but I didn’t quite understand what she said since she wasn’t old enough to speak clearly. We were enjoying our time together in the park. At one point in our adventures, I lost sight of her.
Success. We all want to experience it. Yet, sometimes we go through a transition, and it isn’t clear what success looks like in that space. How do we begin? How do we know when we’ve arrived? Other times we get off course and it leaves us wanting. It is possible for us to experience success that brings joy and fulfillment. Here are three tips to help us get re-centered and identify how to be successful on our own terms.
Have you ever been in a conversation that left you feeling confused? Like you missed something important but couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was? Did you wonder what went wrong or how the conversation went off course? I have been there! Since we live in a fast-paced world, it is easy for communications to get lost in translation. Yet, skilled communicators seem to navigate through interactions with ease. This post taps into their superpower – offering tips to help you master the art of nonverbal communication.
Do you have a long-standing relationship with perfectionism? Is there something new you want to try, yet the thought of putting yourself out there before you have perfected it seems impossible? Are you afraid that when you start at the bottom of the learning curve and perform in front of others, the thought of them judging you or being disappointed in you prevents you from moving forward? I, too, have struggled with these thoughts, particularly when they create barriers to what I want to achieve and who I want to become.
There was one point in my career when I was at the top of my learning curve and wanted to seek other avenues to pursue. I needed help processing my thoughts that had no pattern or form. I could not find a way to move forward, so I met with my mentor numerous times during this season of unrest.
There is a popular saying that a picture is worth a thousand words. Yet I also believe that a degree is worth a thousand words. The two images that embody my experience of going back to school are a cocoon and a marathon.
When I was four, I remember being in the kitchen with my mom when the milkman came to the door to make his delivery. My mom had her hands full, so she asked me to have him also leave some eggs. I walked up to the screen door and watched quietly as the milkman placed the fresh milk in the wire container. However, as I watched, I became increasingly fearful. So fearful, in fact, that I remained silent as I watched him finish up his delivery and walk away.