My
Story at a Glance
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Setting
the Stage
I’ve
been through many transitions in my life, but none like the one
I’ve
been going through for the past two years. The build up to the series
of life changes that triggered the transition took place over several
years. The changes themselves occurred over the course of a year. The
transition was so turbulent and disruptive to just about every aspect
of my life that there was a period of time that I didn’t know
if I
would be able to start over again, or if I even wanted to.
Sitting
here in front of a lot of white space, I find myself wondering,
“Where to start? How far back to go? What to say?”
And to
make matters more complicated, what am I willing to say? Well, I
might as well get started, so that comment makes sense…
I guess
I’ll begin with a description of what my life was like just
prior
to the events that triggered the transition.
In
October, 1994, I opened my coaching practice. I’d been
coaching
people for my whole life and when I discovered I could make a career
of it, I jumped at the chance. I loved most all aspects of my new
profession, so I did what it took to meet the challenge of being the
first success coach in my area. I persisted and I succeeded in
building a successful practice.
In
April, 1997, I started dating Steve, a man who had been a client for about
seven
months. During
the
months of coaching, we had gotten to know each other quite well. Our
conversations about business and life were meaningful, provocative,
and spiritual. The awareness that my feelings might interfere with my
ability to coach him began to grow. Finally, I shared my concern with
him. Much to my surprise and delight, he said he, too had feelings
for me, and we started dating.
At
about the same time, I started working in his business in addition to
serving as his coach. We were both excited about how synergistic and
interdevelopmental our relationship was.
In
October, 1999, Hurricane Irene made Steve’s home
uninhabitable. He
moved into my house a week later even though we hadn’t had a
single
conversation about living together prior to that. Several months
later he purchased a recreational vehicle. We continued to live
together, whether at my house or in the trailer which we parked at
beautiful locations. I loved living in the trailer. This was one of
my favorite perks of being with Steve.
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Our
Difficulties and My Unhappiness Escalate
By this
time, we had been dealing with some difficult challenges in our
relationship, none of which got resolved during the next few years.
I’m going to keep the details of these challenges to myself
because
Steve is still in my life. In fact, he’s become my best
friend.
What we have now is so much deeper, more meaningful, more connected,
more supportive than what we shared while dating or living together.
So close that we’ve been helping each other make it through
the
very difficult times my choices brought about for both of us, and
we’re both still being transformed personally and spiritually
by
the power of the tough transitions we’ve been going through
together.
Back to
my coaching practice… On many levels, coaching was the ideal
profession for me, a dream come true. I love working with people who
want to live more fully and consciously, who want to be more
successful in business and in life, success being defined by them. My
studies and experience in business, as well as in personal and
spiritual development, health, fitness and well-being, allowed me to
assist my clients to improve the quality of their lives and business
experience. And I enjoyed being out in the community networking and
building my business.
Gradually,
I found it more and more challenging to keep both the coaching and
marketing going, as wel
l as the administrative and other business
functions. And I started finding myself wearied from working with
over 30 people at one time, using an approach that was focused on
identifying and fixing problems.
So when
the opportunity to spend more time working in Steve’s
business
arose, I took it. Over the following years, I focused more and more
of my attention there. Eventually, his business, rather than the
coaching, became the primary source of my income.
In
spite of this, the quality of our personal relationship continued to
deteriorate. And aspects of being in business with him started to
become more and more difficult.
I
stayed hoping we’d finally succeed financially and
I’d have the
money I needed to start over. Steve and I had agreed that we would
focus first on his business. We believed that we’d be so
successful
that in a few years it would be my turn. I would have enough time and
money to do what I wanted. Well, my turn never came…
By
early 2005, I was feeling very sad, frustrated, angry, and
disappointed. The personal connection between us was becoming more
and more strained. The original business, and the second one we had
started in 2004, weren’t working out the way we had hoped.
Neither
was paying off financially, even though I was working almost full
time. Also, I found it increasingly more difficult to work with Steve
and the other two people who were involved in the businesses.
I began
to admit to myself how unhappy I was. Deep in my heart of hearts,
from the depth of my soul, I heard the same answer time and time
again. I was out of integrity. I knew that without major changes in
our relationship, I wouldn’t be able to stay much longer.
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My
Fears Kept Me Stuck
At the
same time, I was growing more afraid of ‘life after
Steve.’
Even
though this had been the longest relationship I’d ever been
in by
more than double, and the longest I had ever lived with someone, I
thought I could deal with being alone again.
What
scared me most was not knowing what I was going to do to earn a
living. The landscape of coaching had changed significantly since I
had built my practice. I knew what it was going to take to restart my
business, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
In
fact, I was afraid that I wouldn’t make it. I imagined over
and
over again that I’d lose all I owned and end up a bag lady
living
on the street.
Yes, on
some level I knew this fear was irrational. I had faced it several
times before. Yes, I had excellent credentials: a strong academic
background with several degrees and certifications, solid work
ethics, creativity, motivation, and other qualities that had always
enabled me to take care of myself financially.
But
the
impact of the past few years on self-esteem and self-confidence was
great. I didn’t trust myself or my decisions, personally and
professionally. I found myself asking, “If I were such a good
person, and so good at helping others turn their dreams into reality,
how did I get here?” “What did I do
wrong?” “What did I do to
deserve this?” I felt lost and frightened.
So I
stayed longer than I ever believed I could.
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I
Finally Make the Changes
Frequently
I had talked about a metaphor I had learned from the best professor I
had while earning my MBA. The course was project management and the
project he gave us to manage was our own lives. He constantly
reminded us that we were eagles living among turkeys, perceiving,
thinking, feeling and acting like turkeys because we had forgotten
our true nature. He’d encourage us to wake up and fly.
Another
analogy he used was that if we were flying in a plane that was in a
nose dive, we needed to pull our visor down and hit the eject button.
Finally
when the pain of staying was greater than the fear of leaving, I hit
the eject button, not once, but three times.
During
March and April, 2005, several things happened that added fuel to the
fire. I kept getting angrier and angrier, not at all how I wanted to
be living. And by that time we weren’t able to talk about
anything
without the conversation escalating to my expressing that anger in
ways I found unacceptable. I needed a cooling off period, so at the
end of April, I asked Steve to move into his trailer.
Even
though he thought I had asked him to move out permanently, we
continued to work together. I was hoping we would be able to work
things out, in part because I was so afraid of the alternatives, in
part because I really cared for him, even though the feelings were
temporarily buried underneath my negative thoughts and feelings.
I
wrote
several twenty plus page letters to him explaining what was going on
in my world and asking that we talk. I also asked him when we were
together for work. After three months with barely a conversation, I
finally told him that in the absence of input from him, I was making
my decision in a vacuum. That decision was to end our personal
relationship. He agreed. That was that.
During
the following month, I continued to work with him, even though it was
becoming more and more obvious to me that regardless of the
increasing fear and uncertainty of where my professional future might
lead, I needed to quit working with him. In September I did.
And
found myself in free fall. I felt as if the parachute didn’t
open,
as if the rug had been pulled out from under me, as if I were being
tossed about in a turbulent sea, struggling to come up for air.
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The
Turbulent Transition Begins
For the
next few months, I spent most of my time and energy crying, worrying,
complaining, criticizing, judging, and condemning myself and others.
I replayed over and over in my mind what, from my perspective, had
happened, what had gone wrong.
It
didn’t matter that I had initiated the changes. It
didn’t matter
one bit that I had known for years that if nothing changed, I would
eventually have to do exactly what I had just done.
It
didn’t matter one bit that I was surrounded by people who
loved and
supported me, that I had all the resources I needed to start over.
It
didn’t matter that intellectually I knew that relative to the
experiences of many, actually most others, I knew were going through
tough times themselves, my situation was better than most. The pain I
was in and the fear that gripped me were just as real and
debilitating.
It
didn’t even matter that my parents were there for me. In
addition,
in August, my parents had sold their life insurance policy for which
I had been contributing my share of the premium for many years. I had
a small nest egg; enough that I could support myself while I
activated my coaching practice again.
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I
Labor to Rebuild My Business and My Life
Even
though I was fortunate enough to have friends who were encouraging
and supportive, I decided to lean less on them and get professional
help. Some time in the fall I started counseling. My counselor worked
with me on being more gentle with myself, to accept myself and where
I was, and to acknowledge myself and be grateful for who I was and
what I had going for me. I knew that working with her wasn’t
an
instant fix, yet I did find relief during our sessions and the rest
of the time I was more mindful of how I was treating myself. I know
working with her helped me to keep moving forward with my business
and my life.
I made
attempts to get people to hire me for business coaching the way I had
years earlier. I also had decided to create a new program to help
people who wanted to get more fit while moving toward a more ideal
body weight and shape. Between the changes in the landscape of the
profession, and my own lack of energy and passion, my progress was
slow and draining.
I kept
pushing many boulders up the mountain, hardly taking time to rest, to
mourn and grieve the loss of my hopes and dreams. Each day a little
more of what energy reserves I had left were spent, leaving me even
more emotionally drained.
I was
too angry and sad, too lost and confused. I couldn’t seem to
get
excited about my work or my life. I didn’t know if I had the
energy
or the desire to start again, even though I knew I had to. I had to
support myself. Yet all I saw was that I’d be working to make
money
to pay my bills so I could take care of my basic needs of food,
clothing and shelter, so I could go to work. Life didn’t have
much
meaning for me back then. Though I didn’t take a single
action, I
found myself wondering whether I wanted to keep going on.
And
still I pushed forward.
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The
Tapestry of My World Unravels
Unfortunately,
just before Christmas, my counselor announced that she was moving
because her husband had been transferred. Rather than start with
another therapist, I decided to join a 10 week program for building
self-esteem and dealing with co-dependency. This was a combination of
support group and educational training. Even thought I had been
studying both subjects for many years, both for myself and my
profession, I learned a great deal during these 10 weeks.
By
January, 2006, I had achieved several successes in business, yet just
about all I did was work. I didn’t have time for a social
life, and
I sure wasn’t having any fun or feeling happy, let alone
joyful.
I knew
I needed help. I started talking to my closest friends. And what a
powerhouse of friends I have. Many are coaches, several are
psychologists, all are conscious, loving spirits, each on their own
spiritual path.
I even
talked to Steve. After I had quit the roofing company, I continued to
talk with him about the business. I organized all the related
paperwork and computer files, and gave them to him. I also helped him
train his mom, who took over many of the administrative jobs I had
been doing. Somehow, gradually, tentatively, we began to talk about
how tough life had been for each of us since our break up. Much to
our mutual amazement, the doors and windows that had kept our hearts
locked away began to open; we were helping each other heal the wounds
we had co-created.
The
wife of a friend suggested I might be burned out and depressed. I
wanted to deny this, but alas, once I had heard the words spoken out
loud by an outside observer whom I knew cared about my well-being, I
had to admit the truth. I was very burned out and depressed.
And for
a few weeks more I pushed on.
One day
after three frustrating meetings, I called Steve and asked if I could
stop by to see him on my way home. He said I could.
A few
minutes later, I opened the door to the trailer and declared,
“I
QUIT!”
Little
did I know at the time how true those words were…
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I
Reach for Lifelines
For the
next two weeks just about all I did was talk to friends, cry and
write in my journal. One day I was on the phone non-stop with one
friend or another from 7 a.m. until 10:30 p.m.!
Finally,
on President’s Day I called Chris, a trusted friend who knew
a
great deal about mental and spiritual health because of his personal
and professional experience. We talked for over two hours. We talked
about depression, and also the possibility that I might have ADHD. I
told him that several times in the past people had suggested I might
need to be on medication for one or the other. But I had believed
that giving in to take meds was a sign of failure that I
couldn’t
make it on my own. I was eating right, practicing yoga and
meditating, working out, doing “all the right
things.” I figured
that I was so self-critical and doubtful because I wasn’t
practicing enough. Plus I feared the stigma, especially when it comes
to getting health insurance, and, of course, the out-of-pocket cost. I
hadn’t wanted to deal with the whole meds thing, so I had
just kept
making due. Until now…
Chris
suggested that I consult with a professional to find out once and for
all if I had some imbalance in my brain chemistry. This time my
emotional pain was so great that I agreed to take action. I called
both of the local coaches who are also psychologists.
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Help
is Offered, I Accept
Wendy
was able to stay on the phone right then and talked with me for an
hour. She agreed with Chris that I was extremely burned out and
depressed. She encouraged me to stop doing anything I could that was
contributing to the high degree of stress and anxiety I was
experiencing. I agreed.
She
also suggested I make an appointment with Dr. M., a psychiatrist with
whom she had worked and now held in the highest regard. She just
didn’t know how quickly I could get an appointment. I told
her I
was ready to take that step immediately. I asked her if she would
call the doctor on my behalf and tell her that I was in crisis and
couldn’t wait.
Wendy
agreed to call, and a few minutes later called back. I had an
appointment, not six to eight weeks later as she had imagined, but
the very next day!
Wendy
had also offered to hold my hand through the next few weeks.
I
took
these as signs, very positive signs that I was doing the right thing.
Even though mixed emotions raged within, I knew that if Dr. M.
recommended that I be on medication, I would take them.
That’s
what happened. The next day Dr. M. helped me to realize that my brain
chemistry was out of balance. She suggested that this had been
true
for way longer than the past few months, probably since I was a young
girl. That, Dr. M. had said, was why I was so anxious and worried for
as long as I could remember. She did recommend that I take
anti-depression meds. I agreed. She also told me that it would be
about 8 weeks before the meds would be having the desired effects,
and that I wouldn’t feel drugged, just less stressed, fearful
and
anxious.
In
addition, Dr. M. said that she agreed with Wendy, that if I could
take a break from doing anything that was stressful, I should. And
she wanted me to work with a therapist or counselor. I agreed to all
of this. I made an appointment for two weeks later, and went home.
The
next day, March 1, I started the meds and my sabbatical. Yet another
leg of my journey into uncharted territory had begun.
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The
Healing Begins
I spent
the next few months taking care of myself. Wendy said I was to do
only that which brought me joy. I stopped all outside activities. I
spent hours in the big screen tent in my back yard, reading,
journaling, crying, doing yoga, meditating and sleeping.
I
met
with Wendy once a week. We talked about how much easier it was going
to be for me to experience the benefits of all the knowledge and
practices I had acquired over the years once the meds really kicked
in.
I also
talked almost daily with a few good friends, including Steve and
Lynn. Honestly, I talked and cried and listened for hours a day.
Steve would come over and sit with me, let me talk and cry while he
sat and talked with me. We spent more time together and had more
meaningful conversation over the next few months than we had had in
years. We were both amazed.
A few
weeks later, the meds began to kick in. I was starting to smile and
laugh a little now and then. The effect was subtle and gradually
increased to maximum impact by the end of the eighth week. During
these two months I continued to read, journal, meditate, do yoga and
use the rebounding shoes I had bought from Lynn (which is how we had
met,) talk to friends, though much less and to fewer people, mostly
Lynn and Steve.
About
this time, Wendy suggested I do whatever brought me joy. So I started
gardening. I ended up spending 3-5 hours a day in my yard, digging up
stumps, planting the hundreds of plants I had growing in pots, moving
sand from places I wanted to start new planting beds to the front of
the house where I created two burms, on either side of the driveway.
Then I, with Steve’s help, brought in truckloads of dirt,
then
mulch. I moved wheel barrows of sand and dirt and mulch, and I
planted and planted and planted.
I’ve
just about completed the project. Installing the irrigation system
and adding more mulch are all that’s left of the initial
project.
Every day I wonder around the yard for hours sometimes, in awe of the
beauty, the life, the creation. And I look forward to the next few
weeks when I get to plant vegetables and herbs. I get so much joy out
of gardening, in fact, that I’m helping a neighbor who has
bad
knees and so, though she’d love to, can’t garden
any more, and
another friend who’s got beautiful plants hidden by weeds. I
promise to put up a picture history of the project some day
soon…
And I
continued to do my spiritual practices, especially Lynn’s
favorite,
“Rampages of Appreciation,” and other skills I had
learned and
been practicing for years. Only this time something was different! My
energy and joy continued to build! Without the constant ups and
downs, ups when I was interacting with people (other than while
telling my own story), downs when I was alone.
In
the
past, I’d practice and practice some more, yet it was as if
my
energy fuel tank had holes in it. No matter how much energy I put in,
or flowed in while I was out with people for any reason, personal or
professional, as soon as I was alone the critical inner voice would
start up, and almost instantly my fuel tank would be empty. Once again
I’d
be stuck in my sad inner world, questioning, doubting, criticizing
just about everything I thought, felt, said or did. And this had
been the case for as long as I can remember; this pattern was
established way before the start of this last tough transition. In
fact, I’m sure the pattern contributed to the turbulence in
my
life.
Somehow
the meds were changing the way my brain worked, and so how I was
experiencing and interacting with myself, other people, and my world,
Now when I gardened or exercised or did yoga, my mind’s focus
was
on what I was doing in the moment. I can hardly express how thrilling
it was for me to discover what it was like to be focused on my
gardening when I was gardening, or my body and the beautiful outdoors
when I was exercising, or whatever I was doing rather than thinking
about everything else, including myself and what I was doing, from a
negative, critical and judgmental perspective. To me this was a
miracle… many times every day!
I still
didn’t know what I was going to do to support myself. Yet in
this
new inner space I knew that I’d be okay. I knew that when the
time
was right I’d know it, and I’d know how I would
share my gifts
with others in a way that was personally satisfying, fulfilling and
financially rewarding too. In the mean time, I got to do my practice
many times throughout each and every day: trust that all is well in
my world; keep a watchful eye on how I was feeling, what I was saying
to myself and others; and when I discovered that I was focused on my
fears and doubts, on what I didn’t want, to shift my focus to
better feeling thoughts.
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Lifelines
to Laughlines is Born
Then
one day in mid-May, I forgot to take my meds and a few days later I
had am emotional relapse. I called Lynn crying so hard she could
hardly understand a word I said. After she calmed me down, we had the
same conversation we had had several times before. Where were other
people who were going through their own tough transitions? What were
they doing to help themselves find their way? Wasn’t there a
program we could take that would help us navigate our way through the
turbulent waters of change? Wasn’t there a professional who
knew
from their own experience what it was like and could guide us on our
journey into unknown territory?
That
was the day we decided we were the right ones to create such a
program. We were the ones to gather together people who wanted to
journey with others. We were the ones to serve as their guides. And
so it was that Lifelines to Laughlines™ was born.
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Life
After Turbulent Times
Well,
maybe the right word is conceived. And today, January 30, 2007,
I’m
still pregnant… with this program and my life, that is. The
everyday turbulence is behind me… for now. I hope that I
have
learned enough to know that in my future I’ll encounter an
unknown
number of life changes and transitions – so I won’t
be surprised,
my life won’t be thrown into a tail spin, that I’ll
deal more
gracefully, peacefully, confidently with whatever happens.
In the
mean time, I continue to do my practices to keep my energy high,
clarify my intentions so I am able to focus my attention in their
direction as much as possible, and stay open to the miracles, small
and large, that flow into my life as my faith in the Law of
Attraction, in knowing that I am a Spirit being in a physical form,
that I can manifest the life of my dreams by keeping my vibrations
aligned with my Source whenever I can.
Here
are a few examples of these miracles as I see them.
Steve
and I both continue to acknowledge the miracles that have manifest as
we have grown closer, more loving, caring and supportive of each
other’s personal, physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, and
financial health and well-being.
So now
to take all I know, all I’ve become, all I want to share and
weave
them together as I joyfully and fully live my life.
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Lessons
Learned, Awarenesses Gained
Wow,
where to
start? I’ve learned so
much and changed so much over the past few months. I have so much to
be grateful for and am enjoying my life more than ever
before… and
it has less to do with what’s going on around me than how
I’m
choosing to see and interact with myself and the world. Here are a
few of the realizations, insights, shifts that I’ve
experienced
that have had the biggest impact on my life. To learn more about what I did
to
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Everyone
and everything is a reflection of me.
Everywhere I go there
I
am.
What I like about others is what I like about myself. Tougher to
embrace, what I don’t like about others I don’t
like about
myself, yet I’m not ready to see or accept in myself. By not
blaming or judging myself I can stop judging others and visa versa.
And by embracing my shadow side, I bring my secrets, my fears and
doubts to the surface, to the light to be healed.
Well-being
abounds. And when I think otherwise I remind myself that
it’s
my perception that’s off, not that G-d has made a mistake. It
might
be that I’m tired, that my energy’s low, that my
beliefs or
expectations are getting in the way of my remembering that all is
well in my world. Ultimately I have come to trust myself and my
Source, and to relax into myself and my life with a sense of Inner
Peace and contentment I’ve been seeking for a very long time.
When in
doubt, step into my Witness Consciousness. When things don’t
go the
way I want, I am able to be the objective observer, I am less likely
to get upset as to how to perceive and interpret a situation,
Everything happens for my highest good, whether I can see it at the
time or not.
Remember
to actively champion my Inner Child. There’s a
precious part of
me, some call the ‘wee small voice within,’ the
creative,
playful, curious, sensitive me. This Inner Child is easily delighted,
awed, fascinated with the simplest treasure – a new bud on a
plant,
a rainbow, birds singing, another child’s smile or laughter,
someone sharing their own excitement, a hug. The more I cater to her,
listen to her, the more joyful and magical my life and my world
become. When I treat myself as a child, especially when I do
something ‘wrong’ or ‘bad,’
like I just did ~ I dropped a
plant and when it fell it broke a pretty glass plate ~ I remember to
be gentle with myself, to be the ‘nurturing
parent,’ rather than
be the critical one.
Miracles
happen. I have had
evidence
of this throughout my life,
yet
never
before have I been willing to trust that they will continue and that
the best thing I can do is to keep my vibrations high, my intentions
pure, my focus clear, my heart open and let my light shine.
Enlightenment
is a process. There was a time when I thought that one day
the
light would go on and I’d stay in that magical, mystical
place
forever more. I have now come to realize that life is an unfolding,
and that every day holds thousands of opportunities to choose Love
over fear. I am pleased to say that I am able to make this choice
more and more quickly, consistently and confidently every day. And
each time I do, my light grows stronger, my life flows easier, and I
relax into enjoying myself and my life.
All
of these lessons were learned and awareness were gained over time,
with practice and perseverance. As you now know, there were times I
felt lost and scared, questioning the very meaning and purpose of my
existence. I am glad I hung in and worked through the tough terrain
of life’s journey that I might gather these treasures, and be
in a
place where I am excited about who I’ve become, my life and
my
future.
I do
want to say that the meds have helped me to practice and learn, to
truly understand, and to walk the path of Love and Light. I have come
to realize that all the searching, study and practice, conscious
eating and exercising, meditating and doing yoga weren’t
enough.
Now, with my brain chemistry in better balance, I am able to apply
what I had learned intellectually, and to truly experience the inner
Joy, Peace and Love I have so long pursued.
I
encourage you to be courageous, to take charge of yourself and
responsibility for your life that you might continue to uncover the
strength and personal power hidden within you, and to soar as an
eagle, that you might let your life shine, and delight in and enjoy
your life to the fullest every day.
Live,
Laugh and Love in Joy,
Bonnie
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