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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?

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