Barbara Brooks created Flamingo Strategies LLC to help clients stand up and stand out, through telling and sharing their stories of impact and purpose.
Hacking Away at Happiness is her blog.
All tagged fear
So here we are at Thanksgiving. Appreciating our plenty. Acknowledging the people we love. But it’s also okay to feel a bit afraid.
For us mere mortals, to stick the landing means to complete a process in an impressive and conclusive manner. So, how can we land squarely the next time we’re lost in space?
Thanks to the coffee mishap, ideas are percolating. So here’s what I’m thinking about change.
Smart people like to know stuff. We talk a lot. Go many places. Read many things. We write down our thoughts and share them.
When I was an insatiable child, my mother would say “Greedy, greedy, makes a hungry puppy.” I hated that. But now I know this: “Busy, busy, makes a tired monkey.”
As I dipped from pond-to-pond, or floated on my back, I forgot all about the male gaze. And the female gaze. Instead, I gazed inward.
I want to hear laughter when I crack a joke. I want to hear silence on the line and know we both are thinking. If a friend is choking on tears, I want to hear that too.
As a kid I was labeled overly sensitive. Since the coronavirus came into my life I cry every day. Here are three really good reasons why you might do it too.
In Almost Everything: Notes on Hope, Anne Lamott wrote: The opposite of faith is not doubt. It’s certainty. Now, there’s a Baja Aha!
Whether we aim to jumpstart our writing—or to make sense of our lives—isn’t everything we need to know located in the glimmers we experience or observe?
Whether we make art, or simply notice how light lands on surface, what matters most is where we place our frame.
These days ahead are known as the Days of Awe. Because it’s awesome to do the right thing. Maybe even all year long.
My anxiety was palpable when I explained negative cash flow. But when we played Risk Bingo, everything that could go wrong, did.
Typically, contestants prepare and rehearse, but I put my name in the hat anyway. The theme of the night was “Tests,” and I was going in cold.
Improv—with its cardinal rule of YES, AND..."—provides the safest-possible stage. Then, if no one is judging, why is it so hard to go boldly into a scene?
I'm not scared. If I don't earn enough to feed the beast, I will change her diet or find new sources of food. Or both.
Out my window students balanced barefoot on slack lines between trees. I remembered feeling their joy. I envied them. I wondered if my best years were behind me.
