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4 Effective Steps for Overcoming Doubt, aka The Dream Killer

Seagull Flying Low Looking Down

Doubt, from the Latin root dubitare, which means to hesitate. Doubt is based in fear. Fear that we are incapable or unworthy to do the great things we dream of doing or becoming. That small voice that compares us to others and tells us we don’t measure up. She wants us to play small. She fears failure, especially publicly visible failure.

I’m the first to admit that I’m accustomed to long conversations and spending ample time with doubt. She’s a familiar frenemy. You know, someone who pretends to be your “friend” but in actuality she sabotages, undermines and overtly points out your flaws. That’s who doubt is to me. She is quite convincing in her argument that she’s doing me a favor by keeping me from building and creating. The truth is, it is in no one’s best interest for me to play small and hesitate.

While everyone experiences doubt, my hunch is entrepreneurs feel this more strongly. We’re more exposed. It takes time to learn and do new things. There’s no one else to blame if our dream doesn’t work out as we’d hoped. (See, there’s doubt again, pointing to the future possible failure instead of the present potential for greatness.)

Those who are daring to do things that haven’t been done before are most vulnerable to doubt. Those who are creating new processes, forging new paths, and building new technologies face self-doubt every day. The question is, will you let her lead or take a back seat? Where there is dreaming, there is uncertainty; where there is uncertainty, doubt is guaranteed to wiggle her way in. So we might as well accept doubt as a passenger.

So how do we stay in the driver seat?

The answer lies in faith and passion. Our faith in our self and our passion to create must be stronger than our fear of failure.

When doubt-filled fear starts to rise up, this is my process to dissolve it and reconnect with my faith and passion. I invite you to try it and see if it works for you too.

  1. Disprove doubt by doing The Work™ on the underlying thoughts (aka limiting beliefs). Common ones include, “I can’t do (insert big, bold thing).” OR “If I were __________ enough, ________ would be easy.” OR “Good (insert role or business) make lots of money, bad ones don’t.”
  2. Wherever you’re stuck, or whatever obstacle seems to keep you frozen, imagine it as a person, place or thing. Utilizing all your senses, experience every aspect of this symbol in your mind’s eye. Then ask yourself what you want to happen in this scenario. The answer to solving your problem lies in applying that desired action (or non-action) at the metaphoric level to your current circumstance at the literal level.
  3. Give yourself time and space for creative expression in whatever form feels yummy. That could be doodling, singing and dancing to a favorite pump-up song(s), going outside to take photos of nature, or cooking a new recipe you’ve wanted to try. Something that gets your mind off self-doubt and allows you to connect with your creativity.
  4. Post up some inspirational quotes in your work and living space. Some of my favorites that remind me I’m on the path to amazing include:

“This is the time to shine in the light of our medicine and speak our truth. The elders say we are the ones we have been waiting for. Give yourself and the world the gift of stepping into the full experience of your power, presence and magnificence.” ~ Gail Larsen, Transformational Speaking

“Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.” ~ Robert F. Kennedy

“If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.” ~ Ellen Johnson Sirleaf

“Great things never came from comfort zones.” ~ Neil Strauss

Overcoming doubt is an ongoing process, one that gets easier the more frequently you kick her to the back seat. Be patient and kind to yourself. What you’re doing is not easy, AND it’s worth it! Keep coming back to the tools that work and one day, you’ll see how far you’ve come!


If you’re still having some trouble putting Doubt in the passenger seat, let’s talk. I can help facilitate steps one and two of this process to go deeper.

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Why it’s Important to Test our Edges

Las Torres del Paine National Park

One of the most physically challenging experiences I have ever had was climbing to the base of the namesake towers in Las Torres del Paine National Park with my husband. My pedometer clocked 12.8 miles round trip from Hotel Las Torres at 443 feet in elevation to the base at 2,870 feet in elevation and back. It was basically like climbing a ladder straight up and then straight down for 10 hours.

We departed at sunrise and returned to the hotel right as the sun was setting. I almost didn’t make it.

In the last two miles of the ascent, it felt more like rock climbing than hiking. On a few occasions, I relied on my hands and arms because my legs were simply giving way. I stopped more and more frequently as the space between us and the members of our tour group increased.

It was in these moments, I wanted to quit. I wanted to give up. My fearful mind told me, “You’re not strong enough. You can’t do this. It’s too far. You’ll never make it.”

The other voice I heard was that of my husband’s, who said, “You can do it. You got this. Just a little farther. We can stop as often as you need to as long as we commit to continue. We came too far to give up now.”

He was right. We traveled 6,668 miles to visit Patagonia. We trained for months leading up to this trip. We looked forward to this hike and testing the edges of our capabilities.

We challenge ourselves not because we’re masochists, but because we want to stretch ourselves. We want to reach farther. We can’t know what we’re capable of if we don’t. We dream bigger and push ourselves because it brings us alive.

When I told myself that I could do it, I did. If I let myself believe I couldn’t, I would also prove myself right. It was all in my perception.

When we reached the base, my joy and sense of pride was immense (not to mention my relief)! We had done it! We made it to the top! While the view was incredible, our sense of accomplishment was even greater.

In ancient cultures, especially that of native Americans, tribe members who came of age would set out on vision quests as a rite of passage. They would be left on their own far away from their village to test their competences. Up to that point, it was merely potential. Returning to their village, they knew their edges, their personal strengths and how these contributions would best serve their community.

The next time you experience a daunting challenge, ask yourself this, “What is this trying to teach me? What am I gaining from this experience? How will I feel once I’ve overcome it?”

My hunch is, you’ll find your personal power and one more reason why you are absolutely necessary to this world.

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Living Life Backward: A Reflection

African STAR Retreat

My life’s timeline of milestone events and people have all played a part in shaping who I am right now. My values and guiding principles have been molded by each interaction and action that have compounded to create me in all my uniqueness.

As I contemplate and look at this timeline, the quote that stands out to me is that from Eragon, a movie I’ve never seen but will make a point to watch:

“You are stronger than you realize and wiser than you know.” I’ve seen that on memes and postcards and mugs throughout the years. What I didn’t realize, until I looked it up for attribution, was that it continues on with a phrase even more poignant: “What was once your life is now your legend.”

What legend would I leave behind me if I were to die today? What do I believe in the deepest parts of my essence?

I believe that loss causes you to love deeper and appreciate more the people who remain in, and those who enter, your life. I didn’t reach the depth of my capacity to love, and be loved, until I experienced great loss.

When I was twenty years old (merely a few weeks after my twentieth birthday actually), I was studying for finals in my junior year of college. Sitting in my bedroom, my cell phone rang and I saw it was my mother calling. I sent her to voicemail. She called back another two times and I rejected those too. Then she called the landline of our apartment and my roommate, Cindy, picked up.

“It’s your mom,” she said. “She wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to her right now,” I replied. “I have to study. I just can’t deal with that right now.”

“Just talk to her,” urged Cindy.

In a huff, I picked up, “What do you want?”

“Can we talk about why you’re mad at me,” she said in a warbled, intoxicated voice that I had been accustomed to translating.

For the past two years, she had been on a variety of anti-depressants that her doctors continued to increase her prescriptions for. She was not the mother I grew up with. She was a stranger who couldn’t complete sentences and lost her trains of thought. She slurred her words and stuttered. She was a shell of a body without the spirit I had loved.

When I had been home at Thanksgiving we had argued about my flight home for Christmas. As a college student paying my own tuition and working four part-time jobs, I subsisted on a tight budget. My mother, in the process of a divorce and having been a housewife her entire adult life with an AA college education, had all her assets frozen. She was working as a waitress to also make ends meet.

A flight into LAX was $100 cheaper than a flight into SNA (Orange County). She refused to pick me up in LA because she despised traffic and didn’t want to spend the money on gas. I didn’t want to pay the difference in cost to fly into a closer airport.

“So you’d rather me not come home at all for Christmas, than pick me up at LAX?” I yelled.

“I’m not driving to LA to get you. End of story,” she said.

In hindsight, I was also angry at my mom for turning into this whole different person that was so needy and reliant on me, the child.

When she dropped me back off at the airport at the end of the Thanksgiving weekend, I stubbornly refused to hug her goodbye and left without a word. Over the next couple of weeks, I ignored her phone calls. Until December 5 at 8:30 a.m. when she rang the house.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done to make you so mad at me,” my mom managed to stutter through in what felt like two minutes to get out.

“I don’t have time to talk about it right now,” I said. “I have finals in two days and I have to work all day tomorrow, so this is the only time I have to get it done. We’ll talk later.”

“Just know that I love you,” my mom said.

I hung up angry and frustrated without any response. I tried to focus back on my school books in front of me and pushed her out of my mind.

The next day at work, as a receptionist at the school, my two aunts walked in the doors. I was surprised to see them and had assumed they wanted to grab lunch. (They both lived near the college campus.)

With shaking voices my aunt Terry asked, “Is there somewhere private we can go to talk?”

Without waiting for my response and without asking permission, she walked over to my boss’s office and said, “Do you mind giving us a minute?”

I stood up and as I walked down the stairs into my boss’s office, my aunt Kathy said, “I have some bad news…”

Without their completing the sentence, I knew. My legs gave out beneath me and my whole chest felt like it was being pulled down by an anchor. I yelled out the loudest, most guttural animalistic cry of “Nooooooooooooooo” from my very core. My aunts tried to brace me from falling down the stairs. They pulled me up, but had to drag my limp body down the stairs and propped me on the couch. I cried and screamed and cried. I felt like every cell in my body was trying to merge with the earth beneath me.

I don’t remember what they said to me after that. I nodded like I heard them. Months later, when I had to testify as a witness in a court case that my stepfather had waged against my mother’s doctors for malpractice, I learned the details of her death.

Her time of death was within minutes of our phone conversation. From how the lawyers explained it based on the coroner’s report, she had started to overdose when she called me and died shortly after our call ended.

If you want to know what guilt and regret feels like, it is the most ginormous ball of self-loathing that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

I’m sharing this now, for the first time ever to anyone, because I’m in a completely different transformative place now. It took me many years and a lot of mistakes to find my way back to myself.

Because of that grief, because of how low that trough was, I had a wildly high appreciation of everything good that was in my life. I saw my siblings and loved them more fiercely than I had ever loved before.

I began saying “I love you” openly, often and with an intention. I was more present in conversations with my friends and family. Every joy and success was to celebrate and embrace with an open heart. Nature was more beautiful.

From birth to nineteen years old, I held grudges like you wouldn’t believe. After my mom’s death, nothing was worth holding back my affection. I forgave quickly, easily and without the offending party’s admission of fault.

This all sounds virtuous and lovely, except there is such a thing as being too wide-open. I had swung to the other end of the pendulum with wanting to see only the good and pure in other people. While I had dealt with the grief over my mother’s death, I hadn’t addressed my guilt. I had a penance to pay. For as loving as I was to others, I was the opposite with myself.

At one point, I wrote on post-it notes that I hung on mirrors in my house, “Stupid bitch!” I lived alone.

I started to disassociate with my body and my instincts. I certainly didn’t trust myself, which meant everyone else was right and I was wrong. I became involved in an unhealthy relationship with someone who raised his self esteem by bringing mine down. I allowed it to happen and felt I deserved it.

In 2006, I bought a house that the universe gave me signs not to buy. I let my boyfriend convince me that the only way to move forward in our relationship was to own a home. Since I paid both sets of our bills, and had the more successful career, it only made sense that I should buy it with my savings and my credit. I didn’t want the house, he picked it out.

On the way to meet with the sellers and plead my case on why they should accept my offer over others, I got two flat tires. Not one, but two. Knowing if I was late to submit it after their deadline, I would lose it, I drove on my rims for three miles to make it there on time. Universe saying what?

In 2008, I attended the Professional Business Women’s Conference, where Martha Beck was a speaker. She challenged all attendees to do some magic that she demonstrated on stage first. With strength against strength, one person tries to close another person’s hands together. Then you do that again, except the person trying to squeeze the other’s hands together fills their mind with a memory of love. I paired up with my girlfriend, Deanna, and with using my memories of feeling love and being loved I was able to easily bring her hands together. We were both amazed.

At the conference, I bought Martha’s book Steering by Starlight. Reading that book set off a ripple of events. I started to realize my value and purpose. I started to forgive myself for my part in my mother’s death. I began standing up for myself.

I kicked my boyfriend out of the house. I literally woke up one day and realized just how miserable I was with him and how much happier I would be alone.

He asked me, “What’s wrong? I feel like you’re not the same person anymore.”

“I’m not,” I said. “I don’t love you. You need to move out.”

He was in such shock that he started to bribe me with, “What if I bought you an engagement ring? Let’s go shopping right now. Is that what you want?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m done. I’m over it.”

While this was a step in the right direction, I hadn’t learned my lesson yet about boundaries and trusting myself.

Someone who I had been friends with for a couple years convinced me to invest with him.  He knew I was struggling to make my house payment and painted a picture of having a couple thousand more a month in income. This friend drove a fancy Mercedes SL500, wore expensive shoes and clothes, and had a habit of dining at top star restaurants. I was so panicked about money and bills, I wanted to believe in something that was too good to be true.

While I can’t get into the details of the con for legal reasons, I will share that he wracked up more than $210,000 in debt under my name and credit.

I was ashamed to tell anyone for fear they’d think I was as stupid as I believed myself to be. There were signs along the way that I ignored. Mostly from my body, which had revolted in the form of forgetting how to write. Even writing my name was challenging and full of spelling mistakes.

Shortly after this, I was laid off from my job as Director of Marketing for the arena and coliseum in Oakland. The city and county issued budget cuts and every Director level position had been eliminated. I could no longer pay my bills, I had no savings left and my debt was overwhelming. This was during the Great Recession when the housing market was under water. Even if I wanted to sell my house, the market value was far less than my remaining loan amount.

My newfound self was shaken loose and I began to doubt my worth. I remember sitting on my couch and feeling a flush of heat flood my face while my chest constricted so tightly that I couldn’t breathe. Gasping for air, my arms going tingly numb, my mind I thought, “Is this what it feels like to have a heart attack? Is this where they’ll find my dead body?” Then as quickly as it came, it left. I could breathe. The heat left my face and I could feel my arms again.

As I struggled to figure out what to do about my financial situation, I met and started dating a new man, who looked perfect on paper. He was handsome, funny, successful, and most importantly seemed to dote on me like I hadn’t experienced before. I would get frequent texts throughout the day about how beautiful, smart and charming I was. After only three weeks, he blurted, “I love you so much.” Two months in, we were spending most of our free time together.

One night, I had an extremely vivid dream. There was a baby crawling underneath a beautiful, black grand piano. The piano was playing lovely, smooth music. I kept trying to grab the baby out from under the piano and couldn’t. Despite all my attempts, I couldn’t pull the baby out, so instead I put my hand up against the legs so that the baby wouldn’t bump its head as it crawled. I knew I had to get the baby out before the piano crashed down on top of it crushing it.

Remembering the Dream Analysis chapter in Steering by Starlight, I used the tool and was able to decipher that my boyfriend was the piano and I was the baby. My higher self knew that somehow, he would crush me and hurt me. Instead of listening to my dream, I let logic and reason push it away.

Less than a week later, we were laying on my couch watching football when I got a call from a number I didn’t know. I let it go to voicemail. With my boyfriend sitting next to me, I listened to the message from a woman stating she was his wife. That she’d found his ‘other phone’ and was calling to let me know that he was married with kids.

Another blow. I was drowning. I felt so much self-hatred at how stupid I was.

For the next two years, like clockwork each year, I was laid off from another job. All different reasons, none of them within my control. A venue closed for renovations and couldn’t justify a marketing position. A year after becoming the head of marketing for Strikeforce MMA, it was bought by its competition, UFC, and all the staff was laid off. It would be nine months before I found work again.

Looking back, I needed to lose it all to build anew. I needed to completely break, dissolve and cut the ties to the life I was living. Each time, I was forced to look inside and dig deeper to find meaning.

Over those three years, I hired two different life coaches. Working with them changed my whole perspective and gave me tools to not only accept who I was, but also love my uniqueness and recognize the gifts I had to give the world.

I realized that my mother’s death was not my fault. She was on her own path and made her own choices. While I’ll never know for sure, I believe now that when she said, “Just know that I love you,” she didn’t want me to blame myself for her decision to end her life. She knew what she was doing and didn’t want me to feel any guilt for it. It was her way of saying that no matter what was going on between us, I was loved.

I distinctly remember the moment that I “got it.” The moment I completely surrendered to a power higher than myself. I woke up from my victim pity party and accepted my life as it was, my journey as it would be, and myself just as I am. No more, no less.

December 2010, I was driving down interstate 5 on my way to Orange County to spend Christmas with my family. I felt a sense of calm, peace, contentment and love radiating out of my body. I cried tears of joy. It is unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. I was listening to a Lady Antebellum song “I’m Ready To Love Again” which struck a chord.

The lyrics are:
“Seems I was walking in the wrong direction
I barely recognize my own reflection
Oh, scared of love but scared of life alone

Seems I’ve been playing on the safe side baby
Building walls around my heart to save me
Oh, but it’s time for me to let it go
Yeah I’m ready to feel now
No longer am I afraid of the fall down
It must be time to move on now
Without the fear of how it might end
I guess I’m ready to love again.”

To me it wasn’t about loving someone else, but it was about being ready to love ME again…to love my life again…to open myself up to whatever path I was intended to go down without fear, without walls…and let it all go.

Once I did that…everything changed.

Within a few months, I started dating love of my life, my husband Jeff. I had created an “ideal husband” vision with one of my life coaches. It was one of those “this is impossible, but if I could have it all, this is what I’d want.” You know what? I got exactly what I asked for. In fact, on our wedding day, I gave him my journaled notes that I had created with that exercise. He’s not perfect, but he’s absolutely perfect for me. I am thankful each and every day for the gift of loving and being loved by this man.

A few months later, I got an amazing job with some of the most brilliant people I have ever worked with (and still maintain friendships with today).

I found the courage to declare bankruptcy and not fear what people would think of me for doing so. As part of that, I foreclosed on my house and just let it go and accepted that it wasn’t mine to have. The emotional release I had from getting out from under that financial burden was so freeing.

I started to use my body compass to assess my relationships and cut out those which gave me a shackles-on response. I paid close attention to my instincts and gut rather than allowing logic and reason to rule my actions. You know what? It opened up space in my life for meeting some amazing people.

Shortly after getting married, my husband and I set a goal to move back to Southern California, where we grew up, to live closer to our family. I resigned from a job that I enjoyed, but that caused a lot of stress and demanded all of my time, for a life that gave us so much more time with each other and with the people that we love.

Because my journey in learning lessons is never over, on the career front, I pushed ahead with taking jobs my body compass wasn’t thrilled with because of the money and prestige they offered. Within six months of becoming the head of marketing for Angels Baseball, I resigned. Stubbornly sure my calling was marketing, I took another job for a tech start up company and within 10 months was laid off again.

I finally got it. “I hear you,” I said to the universe. My purpose is not to be a corporate marketing executive. That started my path toward tapping into what my life’s purpose is, what makes my heart sing, and what unique gifts am I hear to offer the world.

Now, I am self-employed as a Life Coach (or Wayfinder) and seeing my clients have life-altering insights is extremely fulfilling. One of my client’s husbands told me, “I feel like I have my wife back, thank you.” Talk about heart-expanding!

Despite my bankruptcy, with time that heals, we now own a home that is uniquely ours and exactly how we pictured it. We do the activities that bring elation. Had I not gone through what I did, I wouldn’t have all that I have now.

Some of my friends have told me that I’m the strongest person they know. Had they experienced what I had, I know that they would be too. We all have it in us, we just need the opportunity for it to shine through.

I believe that my choices were to either stop living or move forward. I chose to keep going. I now see obstacles and challenges on a very wide spectrum. For every low, there is an equal high. From a distance, it is a series of long, slow, rolling waves.

I believe that your body and dreams can guide you if you simply pay attention and follow their wisdom. My higher self knew that I was making mistakes and I reasoned away the signs. It was a lesson I needed to learn to now listen as it guides me toward my best path.

I believe that you can’t live your best life with your heart clenched tightly closed, nor with it forced wide open. Living the life you crave means a balance between the two so that you can catch and hold the opportunities as they come.

I have no idea what tomorrow and the day after bring, yet I do know that if I follow the integrity of my essential self, what lays before me is better than I could ever ask for myself. Yes, there will be moments of losing my identity…it’s all part of the beautiful process and it, too, brings me to somewhere even better than where I was.