Last week I woke up in the middle of the night and a hole had opened up in my belly. My heart was pounding. My body felt like jelly. As if on the brink of death. This happens every time I’m scheduled to hold an event. The uproarious anxiety – I’m told that it’s heaven sent.
“So many things can go wrong!” Raves the inner critic. Just keep it simple and light-hearted, I hummed. Go out there and kill it.
The workshop was on the process of self-awareness through mindfulness and storytelling. It included an assessment on goals, values, and strengths. The basic nugget was to tune out the noise and get clear on your mission, your why. It’s an emotional journey and empathy transforms us.
The day came, and it went well. We shared some stories and played some games. My blind spot didn’t account for no whiteboard, which one of the games needed. But my purpose was clear, as expected, and met some new friends. I’m especially grateful for the community organizer at WeWork, Kiley. I get to work with the best collaborators when I do these events. Their support means so much to me.
Looking forward to the next one. Bring it on throbbing belly!