Despite your best intentions to downgrade our awesomeness with things like comparing yourself to strangers on the Internet or worrying about all the things in the world that “might” happen: You still pretty AMAZING, you know that?
And talented. Ridiculously so.
I’m actually beginning to think you’ve been here before. Past life: Walt Disney. This life: You.
Wait a minute! You don’t fantasize about this sorta’ stuff? Oh. Yeah. Me neither.
All I’m trying to say is: I know you’re smart, but I also know you’re struggling.
I know you know how-to make better choices.
I know you know how-to make more money.
I know you know how-t0 rise above the mess + change the world.
We both got access to more information + more books + more websites + more apps + more scientific research than ever before. We know the how-tos, yet… we keep hitting brick ways… keep falling… keep feeling overwhelmed by all the “incompletes” in our live.
Why is that so? Why do we still feel so inadequate? I’ll tell you why. Because we don’t talk about the stuff that gets in the way. That’s why. We don’t. We don’t talk about what keeps us eating Doritos until we’re sick + numb.
Don’t get me wrong. I would love to skip over the cacophony bits… the embarrasing stories… the poo in the middle, but life doesn’t work like TiVo.
Instead of fast-forwarding over our lives crappy commercials, today I want to invite you to practice a revolutionary concept called: ASKING FOR HELP!
Here’s how it works: Anytime you’re full of anxiety + self-doubt seek out a friend who deserves to hear your story + have an honest conversation.
Is that simple.
Sure, you can drink wine. Or limoncello.
I promise you, it will change the way you live + love + make babies + parent + adopt puppies + work + build business empires.
Cuz, sometimes all we need is a little reminder that:
- No, it’s not just us.
- Crap is universal.
- We all have it.
- Yes, and we’re all afraid to talk about it.
- The more we hide it the more control it has over our lives.
Let’s heal. Together! Because sometimes all it takes to start a revolution is a small army of confidants.