Posts Tagged ‘fear’

Having Tea with Your Fears

Monday, November 7th, 2011

A few month’s back Marie Forleo did a video on Partying with Your Fears. And I wondered (on Twitter) what my followers thought about it. I didn’t hear a peep from them and I’ve been letting the idea stew in the back of my mind ever since.

Because, let’s face it, I’m generally not one to ‘party’ with the things I like, much less the ones that freak me out. Having tea, on the other hand, I do that all the time.

Tea Time?

When I get overwhelmed I tend to walk away and have tea. What if, on occasion, instead of walking away, I took the fear with me. We could have tea and maybe cookies and talk about what the fear is worried about.

I have no idea if this will work, but I like the idea and I’ll let you know how it goes.

Do you ever sit with your fears? How do you do it?

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Looks Matter

Saturday, November 5th, 2011

Your appearance does matter. It affects how you feel, how others perceive you and by extension, how they treat you. So, yes, I care about how you look. But I want to be clear about this: I don’t care about your height, weight, coloring, tattoos, make up, proportions, or what brand of clothes, shoes, or accessories you wear. I probably forgot something, just tack it on to the list if it comes to you.

Invisibility is Not a Super Power

I care about how you, to use a lovely old fashioned word, comport yourself. Some of us (I go through phases of this myself) have a tendency to dress for invisibility. Blending into the background is a defense mechanism, where we feel that if we don’t do anything to get noticed, then we won’t have to deal with whatever-is-freaking-us-out-in-that-situation.

When I wear clothes that make me feel invisible, I’m less likely to stand up for myself if needed. If I look like I don’t care about how I look, it sends the message that I don’t fully respect myself and that affects how other people treat me. It shouldn’t, but it does. There’s a reason that people in positions of power wear crisply tailored clothes.

One Fish, Two Fish… Well, You Get the Idea

You take two perfect strangers, both are calm, confident, and well educated. One is wearing an ill fitting suit and his shoes have seen better days. The other wears a tailored three piece suit and his shoes were shined that morning. Who are you going to trust to manage your money?

Or you’ve got two artists in front of you, wanting you to show their work in your gallery. Their work is solid, they both have artist statements that not only speak to you, but will impress your clients. One woman, well, you’re not really even sure what she looked like when she came by. You’ve got a vague impression that she seemed mousy. The other woman, her style was in line with her art and her statement: strong, simple, a reinforcement of who she is. Who do you choose?

So Many Choices

We make unconscious choices all the time. You have amazing gifts to share with the world and I’d hate to see them overlooked because they were hidden under a baggy grey sweater.

I asked Michelle from Let’s Radiate (she was previously a fashion blogger) for some sites to check out in case you want to poke around a bit. Michelle recommended Already Pretty and Dramatis Personae. I’m currently loving Inside Out Style and I’m strongly considering doing my own take on building a capsule wardrobe. If doing your own capsule wardrobe apeals to you, Jeanine does various challenges like Project 333 and Six Items or Less that you can do too.

Do you ever dress for invisibility? Or use your clothing to convey a different message?

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The Power of Questions

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

Why?

I stood up to a cab driver while I was in Sacramento and I didn’t turn antagonistic *or* apologetic about it either. I know, I was shocked too.

I had to go to the store while I was in Sacramento and given how late it was the service representative at the train station didn’t think it was wise to walk. We went outside and got an estimate from the taxi drivers, $20-25 total, including going there, waiting and coming back. Now, you know I don’t have the best relationship with the idea of taking taxies, so I didn’t really trust that it would be that simple.

Taxis, They Use the New Math

We got there and the meter was about $12. I did my shopping but the store was short staffed so when I got back out it was at about $20. He dropped the flag again and we set out on our way. Really, it didn’t seem like I should be charged for waiting and have the flag dropped a second time, but, truthfully, I don’t know how these things work.

We returned a different way and this time the meter rang up around $22. He pulled in and told me to just give him $40. Yes, *fifteen dollars* more than the estimate. It wasn’t that long ago that I would have paid him just to get the whole ordeal behind me, but I wanted to see what he would say when I asked him about the discrepancy.

I asked him why the difference between what I had been told and what I was being charged was so large. He replied that we had to go out there, he waited and we came back.

“Yes,” I said, “but that was included in the quote.”

“Fine, pay me whatever you want.”

Just That Simple

I gave him $30 since the extended wait at the store wasn’t his fault. Then I went in and had a discussion with the station representative so that they knew what was going on. From now on, they’re going to get written quotes before they send people out in taxies.

So, this is my plan now: when something seems off, I’m going to ask why. Because, often there is something going on that I don’t know about. If I get a reasonable explanation, great. If not, I’m going to ask again. I know there are plenty of people who would look at this and think, well, yes, that’s what you do. As someone who has spent decades avoiding confrontation, this qualifies as an epiphany.

What positive ways do you use to handle confrontation?

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Bus Adventure Day

Friday, July 22nd, 2011

If you’ve been following along the past few months, you’ve seen bits and pieces of what I’ve come to call my bus insanity. It’s not a very nice name, but it is what it felt like.

 

When I decided to move to Austin, I decided to go carless. Austin has Car2Go, buses, bike lanes and it’s pretty pedestrian friendly too. Downtown, there are also taxis and pedicabs. For longer trips there’s the train, car rental, and of course the airport.

Freak Out

Only, it turned out, I was freaked out by riding the bus. Well, that’s not exactly right. I was freaked out by the idea of doing it wrong. Yep, that again. See, there are so many tiny details involved in riding the bus and I *hate* doing things wrong. Even things that I would forgive of anyone else, or not even notice if anyone else did them.

 

And so, the chorus began:

  • Do I just stand at the bus stop?
  • Do I flag down the bus?
  • How do I pay?
  • What if the bus-ticket-machine-thing won’t take my money?
  • How will I know when my stop is coming up?
  • When do I ring for my stop?
  • How do I ring for my stop?

And then, the stress and accompanying fatigue and pain. Mercy.

Break it Down, Um… No

Usually, I would break it down into smaller steps. And I tried. I went on the bus with a friend. I watched people at bus stops as I was walking places. Only, there’s only so much you can break it down. Once you get on the bus, you eventually have to get off. Then you have to get home.

 

I finally realized that 1) I needed to have absolutely no other pressure on me that day. No plan to be anywhere specific and any particular point in time and 2) the only way to do that was block out a whole day for it.

You’ve Got Two Choices of What You Can Do

There are two ways to look at anything you are going to do. You can look at it a something you have to get through. Or, you can look at it as an adventure. I’m sure you can guess which one you are more likely to repeat once you’re done.

 

If I just rode the bus to the store and back (one ride, a half a mile each way), it would have been something I had managed to get through, something I could check of my list of having accomplished. It would have been unlikely that it would have much easier for me the next time.

 

So, I had a Bus Adventure Day. First, I went to the yarn store, which, for me is wonderfully comforting. One bus east and a transfer south. Of course, I missed my stop by one, I think. I’m still not real good at reading where I need to stop on the map on my phone, but I have since discovered that the list style directions give the cross streets for the stop.

Cranky Pants and Gingerbread Pancakes

There had been some people on the second bus who were cranky and being rather loud about it and that kind of threw me for a bit. So, I went to a cafe and had breakfast in the afternoon, a treat of gingerbread pancakes, fruit, bacon and tea. If I had been getting through my bus difficulties, I wouldn’t have stopped because it would have just added more time, but since it was an adventure: Afternoon Breakfast!

 

On to the megastore. While I’m not a fan of megastores, they are the only places I know where you can buy recycling bags for the city pickup. When I got to my stop, there was a man singing and dancing and clapping. I’m still not sure if he was off his meds, on somebody else’s, or just enjoying himself without caring what anyone else thought.

Confuddled Won’t Kill You Either

I got confused on this one and got off the bus one stop too early, which wouldn’t have been too bad, only it was about 100º F, so, it was kind of icky. Also worth mentioning, I need to get a water bottle. It’s too freaking hot in this state to wander around waterless, it’s dangerous and also, pointless.

 

On the way home I managed to miss a stop which meant I had to run to catch the next bus. Also, the talking people, they have made me decide to start wearing earbuds from now on. I really don’t wish to have another conversation about enemies. Especially ones who are imagined. Um, yeah. That.

The Truth About Adventures

Things I know about adventures:

1) Things will go wrong.

2) It doesn’t matter when things go wrong, since it’s all part of the adventure.

 

Riding a bus isn’t much of an adventure for most people, but it worked perfectly for me.

 

Is there anything you would like to turn into an adventure, or maybe already have? Please share in the comments, I’d love to hear about it.

 

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One Tiny Thing Thursday, #13 Get on the Bus

Thursday, April 7th, 2011

 

 

Welcome to One Tiny Thing Thursday, where we choose to do one lil bit of a part of the scary, instead of trying to tackle the whole overwhelm all at once. Because, starting small is usually better than not starting at all. Join us?

I’ve found a place where I think I’d be happy to live, now, I need to take the application and check to them. Yesterday I walked the 3.6 miles between where I’m staying now, and the apartments. Today, I’m going to take the bus, which is triggering all sorts of stuckness for me. The culture of waiting for the bus, looking for my stop, getting the bus to stop… This is one of those things that either makes sense to you or it doesn’t . So, today, I’ll walk to the bus stop. We’ll see about actually getting on the bus.

Update from last week: I went to the mall, and promptly remembered why I don’t go. It’s like the building drains my energy, then when trying clothes on, nothing fits well, and the pieces are poorly made, and people keep trying to *help* me. Sheesh. So, I tried, it sucked, not doing it again. Looks like I’ll be taking up sewing again.

If you want to play along, then just tell us in the comments what you’re One Tiny Thing is. And if you like, you can always come back and let us know how it went too.

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One Tiny Thing Thursday #12, Shopping or Something Like It

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

 

 

Welcome to One Tiny Thing Thursday, where we choose to do one lil bit of a part of the scary, instead of trying to tackle the whole overwhelm all at once. Because, starting small is usually better than not starting at all. Join us?

I’m going to the mall. Which I used to love, fifteen years ago. Now, I just find it exhausting, like it’s an energy vortex of some sort. It’s probably not quite as Buffy/Angel/Charmed as that though, more like lots of people, lots of stimulation, lots of sugar. That last one may just be my trips to the mall.

My clothes are somewhat limited since I kept things simple for travel: jeans, tees, a couple of wrap skirts and some bikinis. I’m also a somewhat difficult fit, but really I think everyone is, we just don’t see it in others. My personal issue: long limbed and short waisted. So, I’m going to the mall. I’ll walk in and sit and people watch a bit. I’ve got one dress I saw on the interwebs and I’ll see if it’s in stock. Maybe try it on, maybe not, we’ll see how I’m feeling.

This may be a situation where I need to pay a premium for having clothes shipped to the house to try on and then returning the ones that don’t fit and/or I dislike. It’s not a great solution, but I can swing it if I have to. Thanks goodness for small mercies.

Update from last week: Went to the consignment shop. The conversation was impressively easeful. They are still there and still highly disorganized. Good news: they sold some of my stuff, which in the general economic climate we’ve been having seems positive. Here’s hoping more of my things find a happy home with someone who will care for them.

If you want to play along, then just tell us in the comments what you’re One Tiny Thing is. And if you like, you can always come back and let us know how it went too.

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I’m Calling it a Win

Monday, March 14th, 2011

I really wanted to call this post Glitter and Blood, but, really, I it was only a few drops. You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you? Right, starting at the beginning, then.

The Beginning

So, as most of you know, for my 34th birthday, I bought a costume that would allow me to ride on a float in the Carnival Parade in Rio de Janeiro. On Saturday I went to pick up my costume, but it hadn’t been delivered to the company I had ordered it from. In the five hours I waited before they told me that, I met some awesome women who were dancing with the same school I was, one New Yorker from Oklahoma (Jen) and two Swedes (Ulrica and Anna) who share my middle name (Theresa).

Twenty six hours later, they arrived with our costumes, sort of. You see, we had ordered finely crafted Carnival bikinis with feather headdresses and collars, ornate gloves and boots. They brought us serged squares of nylon with scraps of fabric as straps and ties, gold lame hooker boots and a bird’s nest cap with a mohawk of feathers, all adorned with craft store leaves, attached with hot glue. Right.

Choosing to Have Fun

While the quality was craptacular, the ultimate issue was do we choose to be pissed off or go and try to have fun. We chose to go, since we had all traveled to Brazil specifically for the parade. After Ulrica told them precisely how ashamed they should be for calling that a Carnival costume, she made them take us to the Sambadrome by taxi and then walk us to our floats, as Jen was on a different one than the rest of us.

After changing our clothes on the side of the freeway in that way that only women know how to do, we waited. People came up and asked to have their pictures taken with us, since we were with Mangueira, one of the most respected schools in the parade. Not that you would know it from the way they handled the costumes or even the floats this year.

Up, Up, and a Wait

We climbed on our float, (note: I do not recommend combining five inch platform boots and scaling a ladder made of scraps of left over wood) and were told to find the spots we wanted. We found three together and the guy helped Ulrica on to her platform and left. So, we waited. Again.

During the intervening four hours we tried to get someone to help us up or at least bring us the ladder, but no. Then, as we pull up to the entrance to the Sambadrome, they suddenly realize that no one is at the top of the float and a dozen men swarm the float and try to get us to climb the float itself to get to the platforms. In our boots.

Right.

So, up the ladder, I went, while a man held it in place. Only, when I got to the top of the ladder, there was nothing to hold on to and I didn’t have any leverage to hoist myself up onto the platform. One man grabbed one hand and another grabbed the other, dragging me up, but since my knees weren’t clear of the platform I got a bit bruised and scratched up in the process.

It was Just a Bit of Blood

With one knee bleeding I made my way over to the other side and found an empty platform. Soon, we were off, lurching along with the platforms swaying as we went. And with my elevated adrenaline level following close behind.

As the platform swayed and my legs wobbled, at first all I could do was manage to stay upright. You see, I’m almost all leg, and when you add the five inches of boot to my original 5’8” you (I) get a rather high center of gravity. I also got a bit of a pole to grab onto for balance, only it was so short I had to grab it with the tips of my fingers. Not highly effective for managing balance.

We danced and sang and I kept an eye on where the ground dancers in front of us stopped so that I could brace myself for our next lurching halt. While I smiled and looked out into the audience, I would occasionally see people trying to get me to be more enthusiastic, but since my choice was showing enthusiasm or remaining vertical, I chose vertical.

The End

I knew I wanted to be in Carnival to see if I could do it. And I gave myself permission to stop at any point. I could in fact walk away, whenever I chose. And for me, having that freedom made continuing that much easier. Also, buy the time the parade started, I was so irritated with Manguiera, I did not care at all what anyone thought. So freeing.

 

While, obviously this was a big one, we have opportunities to see what we are able to do, all the time. Can you correct the waiter when he brings out the wrong order, can you stand up to ask your question at the next conference you attend, can you write a letter to the editor and send it in? What is something you would love to know if you can do? I really want to know, please tell me in the comments.

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Picking Daisies, #3 Love, Hugs, and Embracing the Awful

Friday, March 4th, 2011

Care to see the highlights of my web wanderings this week? Just look at all the lovely lovely goodies. Have any you’d like to share? Drop me a note and I’ll take a look. On to this week’s blossoms:

Self-Care as your trump card

Michelle, from Practice Makes Imperfect tells her story of taking on too much, getting overwhelmed, and then when she stops to take care of herself, the sky does not collapse and crush us all. You can tell by the fact that you’re reading this.

Introverted Leadership

Skip the first paragraph, it’s stuff you already know. But how about the part where they give tips for getting noticed at work without acting like an extravert? Helpful, that.

Parkour, and changing your perspective

Noreen, over at Be Amazing Today has taken an interest in parkour, as a different way to view the world. She’s feeling a bit tentative about it, you know, it is a bit of a physical risk. Personally, I hope she goes for it, I may even join her (from a bit of a distance) once I wind down from my current adventures.

Overcoming Shyness, A list

Mostly I find lists of how to overcome X, annoying and they read like an instruction manual of things I will never do. But, this one reads more like a list of ways to get to know yourself and work with who you are. Much preferred.

Sometimes, knowing the awful makes the now more bearable

Recognizing that the awful is just now and that it’s not a part of you, immensely helpful notes from the wonderful Willie Hewes at Mad Science.

More people you would never guess were shy

Kate Moss and Anna Wintour

Looking up and starting here

Acknowledging a pattern and using it as a starting point. Kylie, over at Effervescence, shows us her pattern and then her what next. Awesome.

Using your awareness to help you shine

We pay attention when we remember. And when we pay attention, we can make small changes so that we share our shine.

With Love

Annette, from What the Bleep do I Eat, shares a story about her mother cooking with love and how incorporating love into your work, actions, creations makes a difference. This holds true for everything, not just food. Take care of yourselves, with love.

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One Tiny Thing Thursday, #10 And, and, and

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011

 

 

Welcome to One Tiny Thing Thursday, where we choose to do one lil bit of a part of the scary, instead of trying to tackle the whole overwhelm all at once. Because, starting small is usually better than not starting at all. Join us?

With my upcoming trip, it kind of feels like everything is happening at once. It isn’t of course, but that’s how it feels. The parade, and my flight, and getting to Austin, and being at SxSW, and getting to Dallas, and being in Dallas, and going, where exactly? maybe/probably Ecuador, but I’m not sure. Things keep changing and I have to make decisions and choices, and trust in my plans. Because, even if they go wrong, they’re a starting point.

So, today, I’m going to find a place and buy the ticket. It’s really just a matter of narrowing down a few choices and making a commitment. Then, I’m pretty sure, mostly anyway, that the crush of the rest of the ands will shuffle into place. And if they don’t, then I’ve got a starting point.

Update from last week: I found the post idea, then sat with it a few days and decided it wasn’t strong enough. But, then I sat down and wrote one for another site. It’s on the emotional side, so I’m sitting with it for a bit before I send it in.

If you want to play along, then just tell us in the comments what you’re One Tiny Thing is. And if you like, you can always come back and let us know how it went too.

Looking to stretch your comfort zone in tiny ways and pick up some resource recommendations? Sign up for Inching Along, and every other week I’ll send you one small (possibly even fun) challenge that you can easily accomplish plus other nuggets that I find.
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In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

 

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On the Downbeat

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011

What do you do when the fear hits?

I haven’t said anything on here because it feels like, the more I talk about something, the less likely I am to follow through on it. Like, there’s a point where having talked about it so much is like having experienced it.

But, as wound up as I am and with less than a week to go, either I’m going to go or not. One post won’t make or break my resolve. I’ve signed up to be on a float in the Carnaval Parade in Rio.

That’s why I’m memorizing a song in Portuguese, a language I barely know.

That’s why I’m futzing about tan lines, something I can assure you has never happened before. Ever.

That’s why I keep wanting to hide further and further inside, away from all the people who come out for the neighborhood parades.

Will I or Won’t I?

Truthfully, I have no idea if I’ll really be able to get up there and be on the float. But I have to try, for me. You see, this year, my birthday falls during Carnaval. The day after I plan to ride around the Sambadrome in an outfit that looks remarkably like a pair of skivvies with a headdress, I will turn 34.

I took it as a sign… the timing, not the costume. And let’s be honest, I wanted to take it as a sign. If I can muster the intestinal fortitude to be *in* Carnaval, then I can pull off just about anything. Anywhere. Ever. A true test of knowing that something is more important than the fear.

Tuesday Will Get Here, No Matter What

When I had to make presentations in high school, I would get physically ill. Like, running to the bathroom ill. And every time I would think of the presentation, my stomach would drop. I was too scared to prepare, thereby creating my own worst nightmare. Then I had a realization.

Tuesday will get here, no matter what I do. I started saying that because the presentation I had coming up was on a Tuesday, and I still say it that way. And if Tuesday is going to keep coming, then I might as well do my best to prepare so that I can do my best once it’s Tuesday.

No Place to Hide

When we think about the things that make us nervous, we want to hide. And while hiding can be easy, it mostly doesn’t help. So, now, when I get nervous, I listen to the song while reading my transliteration of it. Transcribing it into pronouncable chunks was my first baby step, then just listening, now practicing.

And, you wanna know what? I’m getting it! Which is good since my parade day is Sunday. Truthfully, I think I can do this. And most days, I feel I can do it too. When I start to feel scared or even, just nervous, I start playing the song and it reminds me that I know more than I think I do. And that preparation is the best way to ground myself in the now and be able to move forward, one samba step at a time.

Since I really want to know, I’ll ask you again,

What do you do when the fear hits?

Looking to stretch your comfort zone in tiny ways and pick up some resource recommendations? Sign up for Inching Along, and every other week I’ll send you one small (possibly even fun) challenge that you can easily accomplish plus other nuggets that I find.
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We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

 

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