Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Could you for one minute consider that you might not know it all?
Challenging yourself is healthy even when it hurts like hell.
This past weekend, I completed a host bootcamp in Santa Monica with Marki Costello. Dragging my carcass home saturday night, I was filled with equal parts exhilaration and terror.
By five am sunday morning, all I wanted to do was pull my stinging eye balls out of my head. The voice of my inner thoughts whispered, ‘You don’t have to go.’ For a few seconds I pondered the consequences of not going as I slapped my new coach’s, “progress not perfection,” ointment on my face. I got my butt to the beach, respecting Ms. Costello and myself more than my flaws.
There are certain things you cannot teach.
Can I get a witness?
Character is one of them.
I showed up because I craved accountability from someone who is GOOD AT HER JOB (pardon my yelling). Marki is a badass that does not give two toots about my history or excuses.
We can lie to ourselves all day long about a lot of things, huh?
Ya know what the cool thing is? If you have the courage to suit up with a gladiator, you actually see your truth.
Things were definitely exposed and I WAS RELIEVED (Oops, screaming again, my bad). Know why? She was right.
It feels good to be caught. Let me say that again this time for emphasis — IT FEELS GOOD TO BE CAUGHT. There is nothing sexier than lack being exposed. HINT: See Title.
Whether you want to read the next few paragraphs of nostalgic junk or not, this past weekend I learned that it is paramount to reveal, so here ya go…
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