A New Chapter

Ta-da!

For months, I have been teasing the fact that Get There From Here was going re-focus around story in an bigger way. Today, after nearly a year’s work, it officially has, and I’m so pleased to welcome you to the updated site that reflects this re-orientation. It’s all about helping you get to the stuff that matters through the creative power of story!

There are some obvious changes. The website copy has changed. The font is easier to read. There are beautiful new images on each page. This is all good stuff and I hope these changes will make getting the support you need an easier proposition. You might be particularly interested in a few specific spots:



Check ‘em out!

I also think the following interview of me, filmed by the Empowerment Group to help kick-off their Power of Story event, will provide some nice context for this shift. It’s the story of my business and of me as an entrepreneur. At the very least, you can appreciate the creepy image of me that YouTube chose as the still.





As Get There From here has grown over the last 3+ years, I have so valued the deep learning clients and readers of this blog have enabled me to to experience. In other words, thanks for being here. It makes all the difference.




I’d also like to offer a shout-out to Alx Block, Lula Jones and Scott Gleeson Blue who worked tirelessly to get the new site up and running.

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Finish strong? Meh.

I ran just enough track in junior high school to remember that final push you’re supposed to give at the end of any given race. The finish line is in front of you and, filled with the fervor of a potential win or PR, you’re supposed to really give it your all.

I totally get this. It’s a good plan. It’s what makes people winners. Which is why we carry all kinds of athletic metaphors into every other part of life. We want to be winners.

I’m currently in the last stretch of relaunching Get There From Here. New focus, updated website, expanded offerings and new partners. It’s really terrific. I couldn’t be happier with where the business is going. It’s just that I’m ready for a nap.

I know I’m supposed to finish strong if I want to be a winner. I’m supposed to stay up late finalizing documents and IMing with my website developer. I should over-caffeinate and be sure to “leave it all on the field.” These were all the thoughts banging around my head earlier, when I was playing Scrabble on Facebook to avoid generating yet one more document. It was then that I had an aha moment!

I don’t need to finish strong because I’m not trying to win. This is no competition. There is no race. As a matter of fact, in a situation like this, if I leave it all on the field, I won’t have anything left for the actual business growth that results from this effort.

So I’ve got a new plan. I’m just going to finish. If I need to stop and walk a few paces before I can resume with speed, then walk I will. At the very least, walking will make it easier for me to watch the jiggle.

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The Thigh Bone’s Connected to the Knee Bone: Part 3

Check out part 1 and part 2 of this story to read how I began the process of taking responsibility for my story about my health.

I cried, I journaled, I prayed about how crappy I felt about my relationship to my health. Which is where we left off yesterday and where I was feeling some measure of clarity about a next step. Ready for it? Cool. Here is the thought that immediately popped into my mind:

Get online and intuitively google.

Huh? Wait. Screwing around online has become my default avoidance technique. I think I may have actually rolled my eyes. Surely, this was me just trying to get out of taking further responsibility, right?

Now, I don’t really understand how intuition works. I just know that it does. And that I rarely regret following a gut instinct. So I took a deep breath and hopped online, deciding simply to stay awake (in the spiritual sense) and see what I discovered.

There are a few important background notes worth mentioning here:

1. I’m a skeptic. It’s a family trait. And it’s extremely valuable. It’s what keeps me from being cultish about religion, new age fads and myriad ideological camps. It’s also what makes me a late adopter to everything from useful technologies to useful ideas.

2. I’ve increasingly become attuned to the fact that we see as though “through a glass, darkly.” In other words, the longer I live and the longer I study and the longer I walk alongside my clients in their own processes of discovery, the more convinced I’ve become that very little (if any) of life is black and white and that we have no choice but to move forward in partial blindness.

3. I’ve tried a lot of different things. In the realm of health, I’ve seen chiropractors, neurologists, voice pathologists, surgeons, physical therapists and an acupuncturist. That’s probably a short list.

Back to the internet.

So I’m googling away, feeling my way from site to site, following my intuition. And I come across a page that mentions something called Tension Myositis Syndrome, coined by a Dr. John Sarno of NYU’s Rusk Institute. TMS is a psychosomatic disorder, and the theory behind it states that the brain seeks to distract the individual from painful, unconscious emotions so it uses the nervous system to restrict blood flow to specific body parts and this mild oxygen deprivation causes pain. The focus and attention to the pain keeps you from experiencing said painful emotions. Apparently, these painful emotions can be pretty run of the mill stuff but for whatever reason the individual finds them unacceptable and therefore represses them. The brain wants to make sure it stays this way.

While TMS is most often diagnosed in back pain – of which I have none – it has also been connected to almost every chronic, idiopathic problem I have ever had.  I ordered the book, The Divided Mind, by Dr. Sarno and while dragging my skepticism through the muck of it, became even more convinced that this syndrome is worth exploring. Part of what has convinced me is actually physical: my arm pain has decreased by about 30% since first reading about TMS and I notice the pain spikes whenever I’m angry or irritated. And then all I think about is the physical discomfort.

But reading the book also leaves me feeling depressed. I am aware that I’d much rather deal with physical problems than psychological ones. That awareness depresses me even more. I like to think of myself as emotionally attuned and open to dealing with whatever issues I have.To help me sort through all of this, I made an appointment to go see a doctor who specializes in TMS to see which of my chronic conditions might stem from psychological factors and which of them might, say, result from a need for new orthotics.

Quite frankly, the long and short of this has very little to do with whatever is causing my physical problems. It has to do with my relationship to them. It has to do with my story about my health and my willingness to take responsibility for it. It reminds me of when I first began an effort to change my financial picture. While a desired outcome may have been more money coming in through my business, it really boiled down to whether or not I could develop a healthy relationship with my finances, whatever they looked like. For richer or poorer, right?

The same is true with our bodies, with our health and wellness. And whether I have TMS or Parkinson’s or have just hit an odd rough patch, I am responsible for how I respond, for what I bring to the table, for how I act in relationship. Will I obsess over what’s not working? Will I go through long periods of not doing anything to address my problems? Will I remember that the thigh bone’s connected to the knee bone, that there is a interrelatedness in all things? And if the cause of my symptoms is psychological, will I be brave enough to follow through?

I don’t know if I’m anywhere near resolution to my chronic health concerns. I don’t know if the path will be easy or hard. What I do know is that I am no longer out of integrity. I can get up in front of a room of people, share with them about how to craft their own powerful stories about health and wellness and know that I’m along for the ride, too. That I have begun changing my own story.

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The Thigh Bone’s Connected to the Knee Bone: Part 2

Check out my experience with chronic health concerns in  part 1 of this story…

As I wrote yesterday, it seemed unconscionable that I would give a presentation on having a solid relationship with health and wellness while experiencing deep dissatisfaction in my own relationship. I felt out of integrity and if giving a brief presentation on the topic was making me feel this uneasy, I’d better pay attention.

So I did. I allowed this opportunity to be the driving force of a wake-up call and decided I wanted to show up for this October 28th event having taken some creative steps in the re-writing process. I wanted a new story about health.

First, I took a cue from all wise, romantic plotlines, where the protagonist experiences heartbreak: I sat down and had a good cry. Where did we go wrong? How did it get to this? If you leave your sneakers where I’m inevitably going to trip over them, I’m inevitably going to throw them away, mister! Oh, wait, that’s a different story…

Then I took a page from my standard coaching playbook. I wrote. I answered my own questions, such as:

  • What are my symptoms telling me?
  • What is the deeper longing here?
  • What’s the benefit of not feeling healthy?
  • What would it look like to be in relationship with my body?

The most insightful piece of information this process provided was, unsurprisingly, around responsibility. I realized that I’ve kept looking externally for answers. I’ve been operating under the assumption that if only I found the right doctor who would be the perfect synthesis of Eastern and Western medicine, the epitome of heart-centered care and connected to top-notch specialists, I would quickly find my way. In this one part of my life, I longed to be puppet, I kept looking for someone else would tell me what to do at every turn. I realized I needed to begin viewing myself as the primary care physician. I needed to be the person I kept hoping someone else would be for me.

So it all comes back to me? Sigh. But then I realized I have experience in this area! After all, while this problem might feel overwhelming, I have tremendous experience solving troubling problems. We all do. I also know that my head can only make so much headway, so to speak. When solving troubling problems, it is better to access the heart. And in my perspective, the heart is that special point of connection to the Divine, to Source, to God, to the Light. It’s where I get intuitive hits. It’s where I feel less afraid.

To access the heart, I followed the lead of the Sufis. Sufism has this super cool practice of prayer called Remembrance, wherein you are essentially remembering God, that you come from Source, from Love and that everything is a part of Love. Even my crappy relationship with health is enveloped in love. Sweet, huh? (Note that I’m not actually a Sufi, so if I’m misrepresenting Sufis here, consider it plain ignorance. Mostly, I’m just a little in love with this spiritual practice.) My experience with Remembrance – and occasionally some other forms of prayer and meditation – is that it leads me to paths I wouldn’t have otherwise noticed. I come away with a measure of clarity about the next step to take.

Which is exactly what happened.

Tune in tomorrow for part 3 to this story…

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The Thigh Bone’s Connected to the Knee Bone: Part 1

Physical pain – the kind that isn’t caused by a known injury – has been with me much of my life. I first remember it surfacing in mid childhood in my feet and knees. Myriad doctor’s appointments and years later, it was deemed connected to structural abnormalities of my feet and legs, easily corrected with foot orthotics. And so it was, to a large degree.

A couple years after that, however, I developed chronic headaches. And then pain and numbness in my right arm and hand. Bursitis in my hip. In general, I took all of this is stride. I made doctor’s appointments as needed, adjusted my activity as warranted and assumed I’d always get better. And then my voice stopped working. At least, it stopped working fully. Maybe not enough for others to notice, but for someone singing 1st soprano with the Philadelphia Chamber Chorus, my lack of vocal range and control hit me like a brick. I was diagnosed with idiopathic (i.e., no known reason) partial paralysis of my right vocal fold, a condition for which there is no sure-fire fix. Singing was generally off the table and speaking can be effortful. This was in 2005 and I was devastated.

Unfortunately, my experience of my body has not significantly improved since then and I’ve waded in and out of the waters of proactive treatment and the desert of resignation. But with a life that is concurrently filled with goodness, my lack of ease in my body has been a story I’ve generally kept to myself and that I’ve glossed over with good Irish humor.

And then the unthinkable happened: I was asked to give a talk on health later this month.In fact, I’m kicking off an organization’s year-long programming around health with the topic, “Your Story About Health.”

Now, I’m no adherent to the belief that helping others is predicated on me being perfect but every time I went to make even the most nascent preparations for this talk I could feel my stomach sinking. Why would I stand up in front of a room of people encouraging them to take responsibility for their stories about health when my relationship to my own health feels so tenuous? As someone who relies on personal stories to support others in their own paths of transformation, what story could I offer to those attending that would be both true and inspiring?

It’s not that I didn’t believe I could help them with their own stories about health; it’s that I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t helping myself.

Check back tomorrow for part 2 to this story…

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A Heavy-Handed Analogy for Choosing a Direction

It’s been over a year since we moved in to our house and my husband and I are finally ready to paint the downstairs. We painted the 2nd floor rooms in distinct, bold colors before moving in and have now grown tired of looking at creamy white walls on the 1st level. Living in an open-style row home with rooms that flow together, we want three complimentary colors for the sun room, living room and dining room.

So two nights ago, off we went to Lowe’s, which has a nice selection of affordable, no-VOC paints. We opted for samples, preferring to err on the side of caution (note: I’ve painted entire rooms only to later discover I don’t like the color).

Lowe’s visit #1:
Sand and Sage, Creamy Chocolate, Foreshadow

Totally didn’t work. All the colors were darker and more purple than we’d ever have imagined. They reminded me of eyeshadow I wore in the 10th grade.

Lowe’s visit #2:
Azure Snow, Shoreline Haze, Tea Stain

Or so we thought. Turns out the dude behind the paint counter, who appeared hopped up on speed, actually skipped Shoreline Haze and gave us Tea Stain twice. But these colors we liked. There was nothing dark enough for the living room, however, and I wasn’t convinced that Shoreline Haze, the original color we expected to sample, would cut it either.

Lowe’s visit #3:
Shoreline Haze, Fairmont Penthouse Stone

Looking good! Seven samples later and we’ve actually found a palette we can commit to. We’ll be buying gallons this evening.

(The Wall of Samples)

I promised a heavy-handed analogy so here it is: choosing your paint colors is much like choosing your direction in life. Here are some parallel lessons:

Lesson 1: It’s a good idea to do a little sampling.
I was really tempted to take our first choices, spend many hours, roughly $120 on several gallons of paint and just hope for the best. I would have been very disappointed and frustrated. I also would have found some way to blame my husband for this error, since disappointment and frustration always bring out my best.

Lesson 2: Sampling too much may not be helpful.
Truth be told, there’s a part of me that would prefer to sample about 10 more colors. At least. But experience tells me that 10 more colors won’t make me any happier with the final result because choosing something always means not choosing something else. No matter what excellent choice I make, I’m missing out on another good possibility.

Lesson 3: You can always change your paint colors.
Let’s say it turns out Fairmont Penthouse Stone makes us feel like we’re hanging out in a cardboard box drinking out of a mug with more than one Tea Stain while we’re being smothered by a Shoreline Haze. Well, then it’s back to Lowe’s we go. A hassle? Yes. Doable? Absolutely.

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Are you a Possibilian?

The drive back to Philly from Baltimore was less than two hours, but my husband had been up since 6am and, after a very filling dinner with friends, he quickly fell asleep in the passenger’s seat. This left the night to just me, cruise control and NPR.

Which is when I encountered Studio 360, a program that had never before crossed my radar. On this week’s episode, they were exploring David Eagleman’s newish book, Sum: Tales from the Afterlives. Eagleman is a neuroscientist-turned-fiction writer. Here’s how he described himself for Studio 360:

“I call myself a Possibilian and the idea of Possibilianism is it’s trying to understand the possibility space and it’s not interested in committing to a particular story over others in the absence of good evidence to do so.”

Eagleman, and his application of  Possibilianism is particularly tied to an understanding of religion and the big questions we typically relegate to that realm. He has this to say on the Possibilian website:

“It is not difficult to recognize that if you’re born in Saudi Arabia, your nervous system is likely to absorb a belief in Islam; if you’re in India, you love Hinduism; most Americans soak up Christianity, and so on. Brains in different locations are exposed to different contexts, and they come to believe the local stories with equal passion and fervor. After childhood indoctrination people will vigorously defend their story against all the other stories, which seem to them fundamentally ridiculous.”

As a coach, I very often witness how the defense of one’s personal narrative shuts a client off to the possibilities that might otherwise exist. This sometimes has to do with religious narratives. It also has to do with cultural indoctrination and family history (that’s a story, you see).  I watch my clients “vigorously defend their story.” I do it sometimes too, of course. Eagleman seems to be stating in the first quote that the problem is that we commit to particular stories “in the absence of good evidence to do so.”

I agree with this. I also believe, however, that reality is a pretty fluid proposition. (A favorite quote by Nietzsche: “There are no facts, only interpretations.”) Committing to a particular story, then, is not just a matter of identifying the good evidence, it’s also a matter of interpretation. For me, that becomes an issue of usefulness.

Consider a story you feel particularly attached to – be it about the world in general, your significant other, your own character – and ask yourself:

  • What good evidence do I have that supports this story?
  • How is this story useful to me? Or isn’t it?

Maybe, just maybe, there’s another possibility for you!

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Put It Up, Tear It Down

Nearly a year ago I designed a series of posters to advertise my coaching business around town. If you live in a city, you’re used to seeing such business and event posters on telephone poles, light posts and in every coffee shop’s designated advertising area. I decided I wanted to experiment with this method of promotion. So I created a series of four clever posters to get the word out. They rocked. They were fun, smart and playful. They became known to me as “my poster campaign.”

The only problem was, I never went campaigning.

It was four months, post-design, before I actually got them printed. And then they sat. They sat on my dining room table. They sat in my office. They sat in my husband’s office. It wasn’t until last week that I stuffed them in a shoulder bag along with a roll of packing tape, a staple gun and a box of tacks and hit the streets. Last week, people! Last week.

There are lots of “reasons” for this delay, many of which I’ve been vaguely present to during these 12 months of avoidance. But the heart of my resistance didn’t become clear to me until after I’d hung the posters. After all, my experience with marketing online – via email, facebook, my website, whatever – has generally been a positive one. Even when there’s no active support for what I’m doing, there is hardly active rejection. Rejection tends to show up as passivity. Additionally, I’ve been doing this long enough and have enough ego strength that even if I put something out there and no one bites, I don’t find myself insecure or troubled and anxious.

But here’s the difference between online marketing and said poster campaign: what I put online, no one can take down or deface; what I hang on a telephone poll, anyone can take down. Or tear in half. Or doodle on. People encounter my business online either because they’ve knowingly entered my space or because I’ve been given permission to enter theirs. Hanging posters around my neighborhood was an act of invasion, a way of showing up uninvited.

Photo © Scott Gleeson Blue

I didn’t seen this coming, oddly enough. I knew I was dragging my heels, but couldn’t fully see why this kind of marketing would be all that different than my other forms of marketing.  I hadn’t anticipated that I would cringe every time I saw a poster missing or defaced. Or that I’d have to coach myself through morning strolls in the neighborhood, knowing that I’d be getting a more public kind of feedback than I’m accustomed to.

This experience reminds my of an earlier post wherein I mentioned that owning a business is like creating your own personal and spiritual development incubator. It’s like a fast-track to growth. (Or a slow track, depending on how long you avoid your own ideas!) I’m pleased to report that my skin feels a little thicker this week and that I’m no longer compulsively keeping tabs on my own posters.

I do what I do because it helps people get to the stuff that matters to them. If showing up uninvited and having to sit in my own discomfort means that someone who needs my support actually gets what they need, it’s totally worth it. And if showing up uninvited and having to sit in my own discomfort means that no one responds to the poster campaign but that I learn to give myself the emotional support I need, it’s totally worth it.

Self-reflection aside, I’d like to offer one tidbit for those of you looking to spread the word in this manner. Leave your phone number off the poster unless you want to be drunk-dialed at 11pm on a Friday night, with the request to attend a dance party. Just sayin’.

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Transitions

Transitions is the theme for the first ever free Open Mic Coach Night coming this Monday, 9/13 at 7pm ET.

Our lives are always in flux. It’s part of the big picture, like birth and death, as well as part of the everyday small pictures, like breathing or changing jobs. Sometimes we “manage” transitions well and sometimes we resist, struggle or get lost in the upset.

I was thinking of this yesterday while visiting a friend and her two young sons. The older lad went out to play with a friend while the younger one was relegated to being watched by the adults. Inside. Not quite able to talk, you could hear him get antsy at his brother’s impending departure and then start to whine and breathe rapidly as the door closed in front of him.

My friend watched her youngest process this transition, knowing he might quickly adapt or he might resist, struggle, get lost in the upset.

At just that moment, a ball was sighted, and all apparent thought of the older brother was gone. Adaptation had occurred.

© Scott Gleeson Blue

As adults, we’re aware of transitions in a new way. It’s not just older brothers going outside to play. It’s roles, careers, beliefs and identities that are changing. It’s big stuff.

If you  find yourself struggling through a transition, or just want some outside feedback, I hope you’ll join Monday’s Open Mic Coach Night. Three to four people will receive on-the-spot coaching and, importantly, we’ll be learning from one another, expanding the possibilities and deepening the collective awareness.

I hope to see you there!

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