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Connections

I’ve been toying with the best way to share highlights from my training in Texas with Brené Brown. Rather than sum-up the entire weekend at once, I’ve decided to write about it in small chunks and hopefully begin a dialogue about some of the key learnings.

First, let me explain what I was doing in Texas in the first place: The weekend class was a training for coaches and therapists in facilitation of a curriculum Brené Brown created, based on her research of shame resiliency. The curriculum is made up of experiential exercises, stories, videos and readings, and is designed for both groups and individual clients. I am a huge fan of Brown’s work, and so impressed with all three of her books: Daring Greatly, The Gifts of Imperfection and I Thought It Was Just Me (But It Isn’t). Her writing speaks to me in a way that’s real, accessible and spot-on as far as the universal themes with which we all struggle. I am so excited to be able to offer this work in my coaching practice!

Brown states that as humans, we are “hard-wired for connection (love and belonging).” She discovered that the one thing people (who experience true connection in their lives) have in common, is the belief that they are worthy of love and belonging.

So… what is so prevalent in our culture that gets in the way of experiencing connection? Brown says its SHAME. Her definition of shame – The intensely painful feeling or experience of believing we are flawed and therefore unworthy of acceptance and belonging. Brown claims this is because we live in a culture of “not enough”:  e.g., not smart enough, not thin enough, not successful enough, not cool enough. If we are consistently fed the message that we’ll never measure-up, we feel shamed and therefore shut down, unlovable, unworthy, and disconnected. When shame is played-out in a family system, just imagine the number it does on the egos of children and the adults they grow to be.  The same is true for organizations where shame is a prevalent part of the culture.

How do our lives change when we stop living in shame, fear and disconnection?  I plan to cover this in upcoming blog posts, so stay tuned!

Of course, I love to receive comments here. What is your reaction to Brené Brown’s thoughts on shame? Where does shame live inside of you? Have you conquered shame somewhere in your life? If you feel so-moved, please share to get this important conversation going. No shame here – promise.

~ Joan

If you would like to know more about Brené Brown’s research, I highly recommend her TED Talk, “The Power of Vulnerability.” She is inspirational, brilliant and very funny!  https://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html

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new learning!

Still no electricity, 4 days post Hurricane Sandy.  As guilty as I feel about leaving my family in the dark (literally), I am very excited about the adventure I am about to take.  Tomorrow I leave for San Antonio, TX for a facilitator’s training with Brene Brown.  That’s an understatement… I am really thrilled, tickled-pink, on pins and needles!  Not because of how much I admire Brene Brown, but because I am thirsty for new learning.

As long as I’ve been in the therapy/coaching field, I have continued to collect new tools and goodies to share with my clients.  This training is particularly important because it deals with very common issues that keep people stuck:  Shame & vulnerability and their relationship to connection.  Such rich material for my clients and for all of you who have followed my blog!

Look for upcoming posts, y’all!

Here’s to electricity,

Joan

trash talk 2.0

Two weeks ago I made a promise to myself – NO self-trash talk for one week.  It seemed do-able at the time, seeing how tuned-in I was since writing the last blog post.  6 days in I was feeling pretty proud of myself!  I was busy with work and family, and started a new yoga class.

On Day 7 however, I fell off the wagon.  I can pinpoint exactly when/where it happened and actually find it fascinating. I went shopping with a close friend;  the kind of friend where nothing is off limits – we laugh and talk about everything, including our bodies, our work and any other philosophical conundrum of the week.  In this loving friendship, I can truly let my guard down.

Off we went for lunch on a beautiful crisp day.  We strolled around Harvard Square, stopping here and there; trying-on a few items and heading home feeling quite satisfied that I hadn’t spent any money. Then, out of nowhere… Out It Came!!!  I was suddenly flooded with a sense of frustration!  I actually felt relief as I blurted it out: “I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror”.  It was downhill from there as the spiral took us to that place where two friends can commiserate but nothing valuable ensues.  I caught it immediately and thought… SHIT, I blew it!  Not only was I stuck in the vortex but I was now going to berate myself for breaking my promise.

What’s the learning here?  First of all, how about a little self-compassion?

~ Congratulations for going 6 days without trash-talking myself.

~ Be extra kind with the people I love;  kind to me & kind to them. The more comfortable we are, the easier it is to slip

~ Watch out for all of those mirrors!  Pay attention to the tendency to self-criticize.

~ Focus on gratitude.

~ Do what feels good.

There are many more lessons here, and I believe we all deserve more respect than we give our selves. I look at this little experiment as gift to handle with care.  Remember… positive things don’t come from negative thoughts!

If you joined me in this exercise, please share some of your insights.

Peace!

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TRASH TALK

photo by Nina Weinberg Doran

Gossiping about another person is never a good idea, but what about trash talking about our selves?  Isn’t it interesting how we tolerate the cruelest and most hurtful comments we make about our own bodies, our minds and our failures?  Do these sound familiar? “I’m so FAT”, “I HATE my life”, “I’m so STUPID”.  We wouldn’t stand for this type of abuse from another person, yet self-disparaging remarks practically live on the tips of our tongues.

The thing about trash talk is the more we speak it, the more we believe it.  Someone said to me years ago: “Positive things don’t come from negative thoughts”.  It was a simple statement that has become somewhat of a mantra. I also believe that positive outcomes aren’t born from self-denegrading remarks. But, breaking the pattern of shame isn’t easy.  If you look in the mirror and say “UGH”, chances are your posture, your voice and your energy will reflect that statement. Imagine what would happen if we looked in the mirror, and simply said “nice”.  It’s more likely that we’d wear something, eat something and say something reflective of that statement.  Self-compassion is the first step toward taking good care of our selves.

Will you join me in an experiment?  I am making a promise for one week – No self-disparaging remarks uttered out-load, under my breath or to myself (includes “joking” around with others). What effect will it have on my life?  Any guesses?  I’m looking forward to reporting back with my findings.

Let’s trash the trash-talk.

What do you say, gorgeous?

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reunion

photo by nina weinberg doran

OK, I confess.  I did something no introvert in his or her right mind would do…  I attended a camp reunion with friends I haven’t seen for 38 years!!  Temporary insanity, right?  I had reconnected with a dear friend on Facebook, and she convinced three of us to attend.  We were bunkmates.

Thirty years ago the camp was sold to The Omega Institute in Rhinebeck, NY. It has since been transformed into a well-known holistic healing/retreat center.  All of the camp buildings and grounds were preserved, as was the original character.  It was as close to going back in time as I could imagine, right down to the Dining Hall and tetherball court.

As people arrived one by one, I heard the familiar voices of my fellow campers: HI!  HOW ARE YOU? YOU LOOK THE SAME!  WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO? And so it began:  Two days of schmoozing, reminiscing and socializing.

It shouldn’t be a total surprise when I say I wasn’t exactly an enthusiastic camper.  After all, camp is about 100% group participation in every way – we ate, slept, bathed, sang, swam, romped and played together.  My favorite activity was… you guessed it, rest time!  That’s when I could hang out with my girl friends; write letters, gossip and nap.  Camp absolutely exhausted me, as did this reunion.

It was wonderful to see my old friends who had travelled from as far as Seattle, Toronto and Western NY.  We connected deeply and shared stories of our grown-up lives. But what struck me most was that in spite of our full, poignant lives, complete with tremendous loss, challenges and celebration; each one of us was pretty much the same. I was still the faithful (and somewhat sarcastic) friend.  Susan was the ethereal artistic type. Sharon, the boy-crazy giggler and Beth, the extrovert with a personal connection to every one in attendance.

I was astounded by this observation.  How could all of this time pass without monumental transformation?  What about years of education? Personal Growth? Therapy? We were parents, professionals, athletes and artists, but the only change I could detect in myself was a better understanding and acceptance of who I am. That’s really it.

I returned home from the reunion with one foot in the past and one in the present.  I straddled that place for a while, feeling a bit tender.  I imagined how much easier my childhood would have been with the awareness of my introversion.  Instead of wondering what was wrong with me for not wanting to attend evening activities, I could have excused myself and explained that introverts need to manage their energy (ha ha!).  Oh, but then I wouldn’t have needed all of those years of personal growth and awareness training!  I haven’t changed much from the camper I was, but I am grateful I don’t have to go back this summer.

Cheers!

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dancing fairies

I was walking along a narrow street in a beautiful, crumbly old city in Europe when I spotted this window from below.  I’m used to seeing the usual clothesline with colorful laundry and crisp white sheets blowing in the breeze.  I love to watch women use the pulley that runs across to the neighbors’ house, and wonder if there is unspoken protocol about sharing a clothesline, or if laundry ever ends up in the wrong apartment.

This window took me in another direction, as I imagined  it to be the bedroom of a young girl.  Had she made the dancing fairies herself?  Did she stare at them from her bed?  Were they a gift?  The facts don’t matter, but I do enjoy the daydream.  I could write an entire story about this window.

I recently read a blog piece about day dreaming.  The author discusses the benefits of looking inward as a way of understanding the world.  Unfortunately, we often don’t have or make the time for day dreaming.  This is especially true for youth who tend to plug-in as a means of relaxation.  So, the next time you see a child or adult staring off into space, instead of assuming they’re missing something, just think… “dancing fairies”.

Mind/Shift Blog: https://blogs.kqed.org/mindshift/2012/06/why-daydreaming-isnt-a-waste-of-time/