I felt that sting in my nostrils. I squish my nose. It's like a fire right before my flood of tears extinguish it.
I didn’t expect it, nor could I detect it even when at my Women’s Group, someone brought up the thought:
“What were you afraid of as kid?”
My mind first trailed to the negative knee-jerk self-talk I was trying to rid.
“I’m so stupid” I say when I make a wrong turn, leave the house while a candle still burns, or any number of any non-intelligence related concerns.
Where does that come from? I need to go further back…
To a classroom. 2nd grade. Where I sat in the back. My 8-year old mind was so noisy with asks—I wanted to know everything! always! right now! My poor teacher probably struggled to stay on task.
One day, I arrived at school and she announced a new rule:
“Alison may only ask 3 questions per day.” If this was a joke, it was certainly cruel.
But no, a construction paper pocket to the wall was affixed. And ironically inside 3 tongue depressors— these would be my "Question Sticks."
I was so humiliated, but was consumed by the thought: now I had to ask the other kids my queries and how the heck would I know if they were right or not? It felt so powerful to have the answers—to be the one that KNOWS. How would I get smarter? How would I grow?
I survived 2nd grade, made A’s and eventually got a degree. I changed careers from fashion to marketing, considered an MBA, but WHY when Google is free? I took speed-reading classes to get up to speed, consuming books, TedTalks, the bible of Fast Company.
I did some self-exploration in that time too, and that’s when Polyama Project was born—which brings me to you.
I want to be an expert in multi-passionate people like you. I want to know everything about how I can help them DO.
I want there to be more Leonardo Da Vinci's, Benjamin Franklins, Andy Warhols, and JLO’s. The accomplished gems that when the sun hits their facets, it’s a fricken light show.
And then I asked myself something—whats stopping me today?
"I don’t know enough. I’m not mentally tough."
I went deeper into that fray...
If had all the time and money in the world, what would I do to feel that I was doing this the right way…MY WAY?
To help others find thier fullest potential, there had to be some rules...I would educate myself and learn the tools.
And that’s when I made the decision to go to certified coaching school.
This past weekend I started iPEC training, and learning what can't be taught online or on a shelf. I’ll be incorporating this into my writing and courses, and facilitating on a level that I could not have attained by myself.
I can’t wait to share the insights that are revealed as I progress through.
Now, when it comes to getting curious around your fear, what questions ‘stick’ for you?