I grew up in middle America like most and large living, living BIG was not the norm. Like most families in our community, we ate dinner together, we went to church together and we went on vacations together. Really nice life. I mark my childhood as quite wonderful. Really.
And within this cultural norm, I learned that there were some things that I ‘should’ do, and somethings I shouldn’t do. I should go to college. I should find a nice man. I should get married and I should have 2 children, a boy and a girl. A white picket fence? C’mon. I’d be royalty then!
But within this world of shoulds, I dreamed of adventure, of maybe being a fashion-designer in NYC. I dreamed of traveling and meeting new and exciting and interesting people from far beyond my hometown. Heck, beyond my community, men were walking on the moon, women were burning their bras and… OMG… John F. Kennedy came to town! Beyond my world of shoulds, some people were living life really BIG!!
But, “who do you think you are” percolated ever so insidiously underneath the parameters of “be a good girl” and “do it this way.”
So, I, like many, was being taught to be both “normal,” AND to really go for it BIG!
But because I had NO role models to show me how to LIVE BIG, I slipped into the world of following societal expectations of me. Oh, yeah, straight-up, good and normal! Alas though, betrayal of my dreams for adventure and fun and excitement began its very quick demise.
And though life as a single-parent seemed perhaps different in some ways, I got fully on board of the “we do it like this” Stepford-wives train with a vengeance. Oh yes, I created a home from Better-Homes and Gardens. Interior designer this and Ivy-League school that. Imagine the most gorgeous icing-on-a-mud-pie life… I created it brilliantly.
And then this near violent moment came when I was walking my sweet little Shana, my dog of 17 years, near my home in Brookline, MA. Tears flowed uncontrollably. I remember this so vividly that it causes tears in my eyes to rise now as I write. I looked up at the sky and declared in that moment that I would NO longer put a lid on this thing within me that needed to express itself. It was a Sacred moment, no doubt, when Spirit rose up within me. (Have you ever had a Sacred moment like that, when you intuitively knew you needed to heed the dictate?)
I resigned from teaching and began my journey to recover my inner Light and personal power.
YES. Oh, yes, we most certainly do lose our personal power when we put a lid on who we are meant to be! Try as you might, can NOT mince that!
Though my journey has been a circuitous one, and though I plan on never getting off the new-learning path, I’ve learned to not only move far beyond the oppressive lid of “normal” and what you think is best for me, to creating GRAND adventure, and over-the-moon excitement… and dreams-come-true.
I highly endorse getting off the slow moving train of normal, and getting on the fast, FUN, exciting, adventurous train of living BIG and shining your bright Light.
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