Last week I presented a “How to Self-Promote Authentically, with Confidence” keynote to 250 people and that was big deal for me. I had convinced myself that my content was best delivered in more intimate settings.
When I accepted the invitation, from the Women’s Executive Network in Toronto, I assumed the group would be 30-50 people, 100 max.
Well I was wrong.
The week before the talk, I found out over 200 people had registered.
I was so scared, but I knew that quitting wasn’t an option.
Earlier today I posted “How to Do What Scares You” on the Huffington Post that I wanted to share with you.
I hope you enjoy the read!
A consistent theme in my conversations with intelligent, competent and ambitious women is fear.
Here’s a short VIDEO if you prefer to watch rather than read.
This fear can be boiled down of two things.
- We’ll be labelled badly – “They will figure out I’m not as good as they think I am”.
- We’ll fail.
After almost a decade hiatus from yoga I decided to try again six months ago – but quit after one class because I got hurt.
I allowed my competitive, “try your best”, self to take over…and yoga won.
Since then I have turned 40 and my body is screaming at me to do something differently, so I decided to check my ego at the door and try again.
The class was SO HARD.
I grew up with a ‘fire in my belly’, of course only on display around my family.
I am proud and grateful to say that for the most part my fire has been extinguished, but definitely gets ignited by triggers.
Triggered by things like how someone is responding, or not to me; when things are not going as planned; etc.
The little annoyances that we experience or encounter over the course of our day.
What is it for you?
What is something that is frustrating you right now?
Ladies, we have a problem.
I see it every single time I ask a group or an individual client to speak kindly and share what they think about themselves.
Far too often this creates a ripple of discomfort and some have even refused.
I get it, that was me.
I was reminded of this as I lay inside the MRI machine, feeling the solution being pumped through my IV and causing a wave of nausea to overcome me.
Getting sick wasn’t an option.
I knew I couldn’t move.
I also knew that if I kept focusing on the nausea and getting sick…I would.
No matter if the opinion giver has your best interest in mind they only know the parts they know.
During a recent early morning with my running partner and friend I was reminded that nobody else (family included) can truly tell you what’s best for you.
Here’s what happened…