It was a really busy weekend with long days. I helped a friend at her show in Petaluma on Saturday, after being up ’til late with Bad Art Night on Friday. All day on my feet making sales in her booth, then a couple of hours of rest and a cold drink, then back at it at a vendor night.
Sunday I was up at the crack of dawn again to take my artist in residence to the start line of the Half Moon Bay International Marathon. I did sneak back into bed for about an hour, then went to cheer her on at the half-way point, which just happened to be a block from my house. The afternoon was beautiful and we had a lovely dinner of grilled salmon, rice pilaf and broccoli I prepared for my twin daughters’ birthday.
But, I need to get more sleep, and get at it before 11 pm. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends.
In March I did a guided visualization for myself. It was all about what’s next for me. I saw myself suffocating, energetically, then able to transform into a new me, woven from the old me.
It’s been an extraordinarly challenging six months since I did that visualization. Life as I have known it for the past 35 years has been changing. The change, looking back over six months, could be viewed as gradual, but it has felt more sudden. The good news is that it feels like a major shift occurred last week. An insight. An Aha! The rebuilding has begun.
I was on a roll at the art faire on Saturday. I felt connected and powerful and in the groove with this group of people in a way I had not before. I feel competent and worthy. I feel I am one of them, not less than. In coaching, we call that conscious competence. It is a great place to be.
I have a food idea and read an article this morning about the founder of Chobani Yogurt and thought, I should call that guy up and ask him to mentor me about my food idea. We need mentors in life and I am not at all afraid to ask him. He can always say no.
I also proceeded on submitting an art action program proposal last week by finding someone I think is the right person to lead that opportunity. I feel good about putting what I see and want out there without hesitation. She said yes too!
These actions – my reaching out – feel like the new, rebuilt me. All the parts that were the former me – the engineer, the MBA, the artist – are all threads that are becoming the new me in a way I could never have predicted.