The Passion Whisperer

I  entered a competition for big big prizes.  Only I bombed… didn’t even make the top ten!

Did I feel sore!  But I recognized those feelings from early painful childhood experiences around ‘competition’.  For the first time in more decades than I want to own up to, I’d felt competitive about this event.  And, whaddayerknow… history repeated itself!

I explored how come I didn’t make it.  And critiquing what I delivered compared with the top 10 gave me loads of learning learning learning.

Even more, in processing all that, bingo, whammo, shazam… in plopped some really big ones.

I realised I’d been trying to play somebody else’s game… an Alpha Male one actually… rather than my own. That hit with a gut wrenching thud.  I’d been stuck in ‘Good girl’, a part of my personality which tries to please.  No wonder I’d felt out of sorts and disconnected from myself for days. Read more…

I’m coming to the end of a 7 month business course which has been get-your-butt -into-gear from the off.  My training group had a prep session last Friday for our ‘graduation’ day.  No mortar boards, gowns or diplomas.  Just pitch your business to a panel of such high profile people you could get vertigo without much effort.

Back at the prep session, the trainer asked who’d like to present and practise their pitch in front of the whole group… like now!  I promise you, my hand went up so fast and furiously, I almost tore my arm out of its socket.

So, guess who got prime position?  A definite yeehaaaa!  But I was so disappointed.   In a mixed gender group, I was the only lonely woman who went for it. Read more…