I have one job today, and it's to write.
I have one job today, and it's to write.
Days like this are really nice as a punctuation between insanely busy days of sessions, sales, and content formulation. It's my excuse to work from bed in sweatpants with some peach black tea.
(Like I don't work in sweatpants every day, lol)
Given how much time I'm spending in nature this summer, I thought I'd be on this epic creative writing bender fueled by the power of Gaia or something. That's not really how it's panning out; instead I'm extremely focused on what's turned out to be a super fast scaling-up of the group program and just hiking a lot.
I'm now launching a new cohort every four weeks--it's bonkers. My product scales wonderfully, but I'm scrambling to learn how to scale sales and onboarding. There's so much to do.
At this point, though, I'm accustomed to the feeling of overwhelm being a GIANT WAVING FLAG that it's time to enlist some structured help. I no longer waste time thrashing. I'm super excited to be learning under Mellissa Seaman, who's an expert at literally exactly what I'm trying to accomplish with what will become a) a highly engaged, supportive community that has access to b) a whole curriculum of courses that address the many elements of feeling amazing while accomplishing extraordinary things.
The past two weeks I've been on a community-building spree, meeting with upwards of 20 women a week for 30 minutes to hear what's up with them. It hasn't changed much, since the pandemic started. People are still wanting more assurance they're making the "right" decisions; struggling to trust their own instincts; wanting to feel like they're doing a good job; wanting to gain more control over their lives and their schedules.
I really struggle with the control thing. It's what people say they want, so I'm compelled to address it, sometimes even saying "yes, you can have it"; but the solution to wanting more control, hilariously, is NOT more control.
You don't have control, my darlings--what you have is anxiety.
And the antidote to anxiety is curiosity--which leads to agency, not control.
Agency. The freedom to respond thoughtfully and purposefully. What a relief after a lifetime of power-struggling.
I should be blabbing about agency everywhere I write, so that people get used to hearing it and I don't have to talk about control anymore. Try thinking, "I have agency!" today. Our thoughts influence our physiology/sense of well-being. See what turns up.
The time in nature this summer has led to equanimity and calm, though. Did anyone else in cities feel physically crushed by the collective grieving of COVID, followed shortly thereafter by a new crushing wave of grief about racial injustice? Nightmares every night; an anvil weight in my solar plexus; I have never experienced anything like it. Moreover, I learned that people who suffer from marginalization and oppression experience sensations like that quite often.
If we're looking for silver linings, I'm grateful for the opportunity to plumb the depths of our collective consciousness. It connected me to experiences I have not had.
Pace yourselves, everyone. We've got a lot of year left. Picture me, sitting here generating metric fucktons of energy and guidance for you, and believing in you really, really hard.
Actually, do me a favor: forward this email to someone who needs it. Who's it going to be?
Yours in a life we (still) shan't take too seriously,
Becca
P.S. Enrollment is now open for Fearless Femmes, my program for underfulfilled overachievers. The next one starts August 26. I'd love if you joined me.
It's time to make a plan to feel better. That's what FF creates for people. I won't hard sell you on it; but I do want to say that it's the best thing I've ever created. Maybe you'll check it out. Maybe you'll tell a friend. I would really love it if you did--I'm offering $150 for every successful referral (I get the bessssst people that way, so take my money!!)