I am shamelessly copying and pasting from a fellow coach's posting on FB about his top takeaways from Your Best Year Yet 2013 in Sydney.
1.
Start with the end in mind.
What would you DREAM of achieving to make
2013 your Best Year Yet?
So write down As If 'It is now December 2013
and I Have ...." for each of the areas on your Wheel of Life.
Make sure you write down at least 5 to 7 goals for EACH area.
Remember to make your goals SMART.
2. Then TIME these goals (so you should have around 30 goals) - and schedule them for completion by Q1, Q2, Q3 or Q4 in 2013.
3. Now that you know what you will HAVE, write down who you need to BE and what you need to DO to achieve your outcomes.
4.
Work out what new things you will START, what you will MAINTAIN and
what things you will FINISH in 2013. Perhaps categorise your Goals in
this way.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
It's uncanny the number of HCC mums I've run into at GNLC in the past two weeks. All are considering moving their kids to GNLC next year because of the 20% rise in school fees.
Two of the mums have children who were Beth's classmates at HCC.
Another has a daughter who is Beth's year. The mum and I first struck up a conversation on FB - we are both TCI students and coaches - then met for coffee, and discovered how much we have in common. And today, I saw her across the synthetic grass play area with our Admin head, surveying the school alongside her daughter.
Love the serendipity of life.
I won't be surprised if God has prepared me for such a time as this, to befriend and walk alongside all the new mums coming over from HCC.
I told Beth on the way home that her experience in transitioning from HCC to GNLC may be what God will use in the new year to help other students in the same situation.
Two of the mums have children who were Beth's classmates at HCC.
Another has a daughter who is Beth's year. The mum and I first struck up a conversation on FB - we are both TCI students and coaches - then met for coffee, and discovered how much we have in common. And today, I saw her across the synthetic grass play area with our Admin head, surveying the school alongside her daughter.
Love the serendipity of life.
I won't be surprised if God has prepared me for such a time as this, to befriend and walk alongside all the new mums coming over from HCC.
I told Beth on the way home that her experience in transitioning from HCC to GNLC may be what God will use in the new year to help other students in the same situation.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Getting Legal Advice in Melbourne
Last week, I panicked slightly when I flipped through the loan documents we'd been sent by the mortgage broker and realized there was a 21-day timeframe in which to sign and return them.
Typically, I had gone into denial the minute the documents arrived, and had sat on them for the better part of two weeks.
After that fateful discovery, I started looking up local law firms. We nearly went with Harwood Andrews - until we realized their property practice is in Geelong.
We looked at Slater and Gordon, conveniently located in Werribee on Watton St - then were told their property practice is in Melbourne CBD.
As it happened, we were due in Melbourne on Friday for a personal development workshop, so we made an appointment with S&G.
The whole process, from the time we contacted the office to the actual appointment in Latrobe St, was seamless and professional.
Loved the way the lawyer got on the phone herself, how down to earth she is, and how clearly and carefully she explained everything so we knew what to expect, what to bring for the interview, the estimated costs of the advice.
If you ever have to visit S&G, the best place to park is the metered lots just outside the building (485 Latrobe St). I think it cost $4 an hour, relatively cheap for the CBD.
When we arrived, the receptionist invited us to wait, called the twelfth floor to inform them of our arrival, then handed us a visitor's security pass and directed us to the right set of lifts. It took a few tries before we worked out how to use the pass to activate the lift (I kept looking for a card slot like you have on hotel room doors).
When we arrived at the twelfth floor office, the lawyer's PA greeted us and waved us to the waiting area. We got the girls organized and instructed them to amuse themselves quietly.
The interview took an hour and by the end of it, we had a much clearer understanding of the implications and consequences of signing the loan documents. It helped that our mortgage broker is very "on the ball" and we were able to reach him on the phone to clarify certain issues raised by the lawyer.
At the end of the interview, the lawyer said she would send out the documents for us and send us a letter confirming the advice and enclosing her account.
On our way out, the receptionist commented that our girls were the most well-behaved of any children they had seen. I love it when an observer gives feedback on how our children have conducted themselves in our absence, as it helps me "know" them in a different way.
Beth raved about the views from the twelfth floor window and the way the office is laid out. I asked if she would like to work in an environment like this when she grows up. She said "Maybe". This has been one of those educational-by-the-way trips and I'm glad we brought the girls along. Another seed for thought, planted for the future.
Typically, I had gone into denial the minute the documents arrived, and had sat on them for the better part of two weeks.
After that fateful discovery, I started looking up local law firms. We nearly went with Harwood Andrews - until we realized their property practice is in Geelong.
We looked at Slater and Gordon, conveniently located in Werribee on Watton St - then were told their property practice is in Melbourne CBD.
As it happened, we were due in Melbourne on Friday for a personal development workshop, so we made an appointment with S&G.
The whole process, from the time we contacted the office to the actual appointment in Latrobe St, was seamless and professional.
Loved the way the lawyer got on the phone herself, how down to earth she is, and how clearly and carefully she explained everything so we knew what to expect, what to bring for the interview, the estimated costs of the advice.
If you ever have to visit S&G, the best place to park is the metered lots just outside the building (485 Latrobe St). I think it cost $4 an hour, relatively cheap for the CBD.
When we arrived, the receptionist invited us to wait, called the twelfth floor to inform them of our arrival, then handed us a visitor's security pass and directed us to the right set of lifts. It took a few tries before we worked out how to use the pass to activate the lift (I kept looking for a card slot like you have on hotel room doors).
When we arrived at the twelfth floor office, the lawyer's PA greeted us and waved us to the waiting area. We got the girls organized and instructed them to amuse themselves quietly.
The interview took an hour and by the end of it, we had a much clearer understanding of the implications and consequences of signing the loan documents. It helped that our mortgage broker is very "on the ball" and we were able to reach him on the phone to clarify certain issues raised by the lawyer.
At the end of the interview, the lawyer said she would send out the documents for us and send us a letter confirming the advice and enclosing her account.
On our way out, the receptionist commented that our girls were the most well-behaved of any children they had seen. I love it when an observer gives feedback on how our children have conducted themselves in our absence, as it helps me "know" them in a different way.
Beth raved about the views from the twelfth floor window and the way the office is laid out. I asked if she would like to work in an environment like this when she grows up. She said "Maybe". This has been one of those educational-by-the-way trips and I'm glad we brought the girls along. Another seed for thought, planted for the future.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Since my coaching journey with TCI, I find myself growing daily in my desire and ability to connect deeply and meaningfully with people.
I am beginning to think this is another aspect of my calling unfolding.
For the last 18 months, my church family has been in the wilderness of transition. Some individuals have felt deeply hurt and estranged by the changes, and have not been coming regularly.
Today, two of our dearest members announced that they were leaving the congregation.
With "the map is not the territory" firmly in mind, I will not presume to know what has led to their decision.
What I am thinking of is instead how to make our opening service in two weeks' time a smooth-run affair that will allow us to celebrate and give thanks and share the day with friends and family meaningfully, with as few hiccups as possible.
Especially as my pastor and his wife are overseas till just before the service.
I want them to return to find that everything is ready - the Admin office is functioning properly, all RSVPs are accounted for, there are no embarrassing mix-ups on the day, and that we are all still friends.
This last bit I think has been particularly noticeable.
As the redevelopment project got closer to completion, tensions seemed to heighten, relationships frayed and the unity of the church family has come under threat.
Going forward, I believe we will need a time of healing and reconciliation to properly enjoy our new spiritual home. We need to ensure everyone is on the same page.
Confessions. Apologies. Giving and receiving forgiveness and grace.
Maybe even washing one another's feet as my Catholic friends practised at uni.
Learning new and more positive and life-enhancing ways to communicate.
Setting up systems to minimise misunderstanding.
I can see my job description enlarging by necessity in the days ahead, at least until we have the personnel and the systems to make our church life simpler and more effective.
Going even further, I see us actively welcoming new families who do not have our shared history and sense of belonging, and helping them to begin experiencing the sense of having found a new spiritual home.
Exciting times indeed. Praise God!
I am beginning to think this is another aspect of my calling unfolding.
For the last 18 months, my church family has been in the wilderness of transition. Some individuals have felt deeply hurt and estranged by the changes, and have not been coming regularly.
Today, two of our dearest members announced that they were leaving the congregation.
With "the map is not the territory" firmly in mind, I will not presume to know what has led to their decision.
What I am thinking of is instead how to make our opening service in two weeks' time a smooth-run affair that will allow us to celebrate and give thanks and share the day with friends and family meaningfully, with as few hiccups as possible.
Especially as my pastor and his wife are overseas till just before the service.
I want them to return to find that everything is ready - the Admin office is functioning properly, all RSVPs are accounted for, there are no embarrassing mix-ups on the day, and that we are all still friends.
This last bit I think has been particularly noticeable.
As the redevelopment project got closer to completion, tensions seemed to heighten, relationships frayed and the unity of the church family has come under threat.
Going forward, I believe we will need a time of healing and reconciliation to properly enjoy our new spiritual home. We need to ensure everyone is on the same page.
Confessions. Apologies. Giving and receiving forgiveness and grace.
Maybe even washing one another's feet as my Catholic friends practised at uni.
Learning new and more positive and life-enhancing ways to communicate.
Setting up systems to minimise misunderstanding.
I can see my job description enlarging by necessity in the days ahead, at least until we have the personnel and the systems to make our church life simpler and more effective.
Going even further, I see us actively welcoming new families who do not have our shared history and sense of belonging, and helping them to begin experiencing the sense of having found a new spiritual home.
Exciting times indeed. Praise God!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Separation Anxiety
When my kids were little, separation anxiety meant helping them be resilient enough to not cry or fuss when it was time to drop them off at daycare or kinder.
I think I've done a pretty good job here. Other than the first few weeks of kinder when Miss 5 was a bit teary and clingy, both girls have been fabulous at just getting on with it.
Now that my eldest has just gone off for her first school camp, the tables are turned.
It's me - the 41-year-old mother of two school-aged children - who is discovering the pain of separation.
And boy, does it hurt.
A few days ago when it sank in that I was not going to be able to see, hear, hug, talk to (or nag/boss/yell at) Miss 10 for 2 days and 2 nights, I broke down and wept.
The thought of saying goodbye, picking up one child instead of two at 3.15, having a missing person at dinnertime...
It was just too much.
Yesterday as I drove to school to send her off, I cried all the way.
The car park was packed, so I couldn't park and walk her to the drop-off zone. Which was kind of a relief. It would have been mortifying to be seen by other kids and parents - especially people I knew - in my state.
The result was that I had to let Miss 10 off with one eye on her walking away from the car, struggling to manage her backpack, sleeping bag and trolley bag, and the other eye on incoming cars whose path I might be obstructing.
I didn't even get to give her one last hug, which made me feel even worse.
It was just as well Miss 5 decided she had a blocked nose and eye discharge and "couldn't" go to school.
Because that meant I had company.
Because I didn't have to show up at school pick-up time and have some well-meaning parent make a comment related to school camp. My pattern is: once the tears come, the sobs follow. I've never been very good at holding it in, unlike some.
Interestingly, Miss 5 afterwards said to me, "Do you know why I'm not going to school today? Because I want to keep you company."
How did my beautiful, innocent little one know that I needed support on this day of all days? What an angel.
I spent the rest of Monday secluded at home, in a heap.
Couldn't go to Yogalates.
Couldn't go shopping for groceries.
Couldn't think positive, reframe or do any of those things I have learned in my coaching journey.
All I knew was how sad I was and how much I missed my fractious, temperamental firstborn who has never been away from me a day in her life (literally, because sleepovers aren't practised in our family).
I am so thankful I had Miss 5 with me.
Every now and then, she would ask, "How are you feeling, Mummy?"
If I said I was sad, she would offer her brown teddy bear for me to hug.
Having her off school gave me permission to break the rules. I let her watch TV and video and get on the computer to play Study Ladder, which I normally don't on a school day.
When hubby came home and asked how my day had gone, I confessed that it hadn't gone well at all.
He gave me a hug.
I know this is just the first of many separations - and I'm not looking forward to the next one.
But I'm also learning that there is a rainbow after the rain.
Today, I feel better and am coping better than yesterday.
I even made it to my fitness class, which I was tempted to skip.
Tomorrow, I'll get to welcome my child home and hear all about her adventure, to notice how she has changed, and to embrace the transformation.
In the meantime, the inner work continues.
I think I've done a pretty good job here. Other than the first few weeks of kinder when Miss 5 was a bit teary and clingy, both girls have been fabulous at just getting on with it.
Now that my eldest has just gone off for her first school camp, the tables are turned.
It's me - the 41-year-old mother of two school-aged children - who is discovering the pain of separation.
And boy, does it hurt.
A few days ago when it sank in that I was not going to be able to see, hear, hug, talk to (or nag/boss/yell at) Miss 10 for 2 days and 2 nights, I broke down and wept.
The thought of saying goodbye, picking up one child instead of two at 3.15, having a missing person at dinnertime...
It was just too much.
Yesterday as I drove to school to send her off, I cried all the way.
The car park was packed, so I couldn't park and walk her to the drop-off zone. Which was kind of a relief. It would have been mortifying to be seen by other kids and parents - especially people I knew - in my state.
The result was that I had to let Miss 10 off with one eye on her walking away from the car, struggling to manage her backpack, sleeping bag and trolley bag, and the other eye on incoming cars whose path I might be obstructing.
I didn't even get to give her one last hug, which made me feel even worse.
It was just as well Miss 5 decided she had a blocked nose and eye discharge and "couldn't" go to school.
Because that meant I had company.
Because I didn't have to show up at school pick-up time and have some well-meaning parent make a comment related to school camp. My pattern is: once the tears come, the sobs follow. I've never been very good at holding it in, unlike some.
Interestingly, Miss 5 afterwards said to me, "Do you know why I'm not going to school today? Because I want to keep you company."
How did my beautiful, innocent little one know that I needed support on this day of all days? What an angel.
I spent the rest of Monday secluded at home, in a heap.
Couldn't go to Yogalates.
Couldn't go shopping for groceries.
Couldn't think positive, reframe or do any of those things I have learned in my coaching journey.
All I knew was how sad I was and how much I missed my fractious, temperamental firstborn who has never been away from me a day in her life (literally, because sleepovers aren't practised in our family).
I am so thankful I had Miss 5 with me.
Every now and then, she would ask, "How are you feeling, Mummy?"
If I said I was sad, she would offer her brown teddy bear for me to hug.
Having her off school gave me permission to break the rules. I let her watch TV and video and get on the computer to play Study Ladder, which I normally don't on a school day.
When hubby came home and asked how my day had gone, I confessed that it hadn't gone well at all.
He gave me a hug.
I know this is just the first of many separations - and I'm not looking forward to the next one.
But I'm also learning that there is a rainbow after the rain.
Today, I feel better and am coping better than yesterday.
I even made it to my fitness class, which I was tempted to skip.
Tomorrow, I'll get to welcome my child home and hear all about her adventure, to notice how she has changed, and to embrace the transformation.
In the meantime, the inner work continues.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Divine Appointments
I love the randomness of spontaneous, heartspace conversations.
They can happen outside the classroom, on a couch waiting for kids to finish their fitness routine, at the playground, in the queue at the fruit shop, even by text message.
Last week, I had the most illuminating conversation with a mum whose toddler slept on her lap as she talked. We were waiting for our kids in martial arts class when she suddenly asked "So what do you do?"
I mentioned my office administrator job and added that I run women's workshops at the local CC and help women who are stuck in their lives, procrastinating, need a new direction etc.
Her response took my breath away.
"I don't know why, but I was feeling this energy in the room, and I didn't know where it came from. The first time I saw you, the impression in my mind was CHANGE - that you have something to do with change and changing people's lives. I'm not surprised (that you say you help women)."
We went on to have a profound conversation around her career and life goals.
Yesterday, I remembered that I had promised to text a lady who lives in Manor Lakes about getting together for a cuppa.
I have never met this lady. Her contact was given to me by the CC who thought she might be interested in my workshops.
What eventuated was a couple of phone conversations around areas of her life she is struggling with at the moment.
So I texted as I promised, even though a part of me wondered if she still remembered who I was and the context of our last conversation.
I suggested we meet for a coffee next Mon after my yogalates class. She said yes, and signed off her text message with "Blessings, S" - which is exactly the way I sign off in emails and text messages.
How cool is that?
I'm looking forward to actually meeting her in person.
On Sat, Miss J was invited to her friend Ruby's birthday party and I got to meet her dad A for the first time.
(It always happens - you meet the mum at school practically everyday and the dad, maybe at parent-teacher interviews or the school concert or when mum is sick.)
I came away struck by how different A is compared to most guys.
For one, he had face paint on, just like the kids. In fact, he was Spiderman. Very cool dad.
This morning, that impression solidified for me when he greeted me as I was leaving Miss J's classroom.
For a second, I thought he'd mistaken me for someone else cos I didn't recognize him at all.
Then I thought, I've only met one new person over the weekend...
"So how did Jordanne go with the party on Sat?" he asked.
Sigh of relief/recognition.
"Sorry - I didn't recognize you without your face paint," I apologized.
We went on to have the most inspiring conversation, the kind that leaves you feeling elevated when you walk away.
We talked about his music producer job, time for the family, his interactions with the First People in NT...
Funnily, we talked about his attitude towards people of different backgrounds and cultures.
I say funnily because on Sun morning, someone at church engaged me on the same topic.
I say funnily because right after my encounter with A, as I was standing in the queue at the fruit shop, a lovely elderly gent with big black glasses and a tweed cap started chatting with me.
It's the sort of conversation I imagine most people in a hurry might find mildly annoying, esp from a stranger.
I learned that his name is Pepa (pronounced "Pepe"), that he's French, walks to the Plaza every morning, learned Japanese from a beautiful teacher, loves Asian people, and believes all of us - whatever our skin colour - come from the same Big Boss Above.
Loved his sense of humour and his delight with just being alive and in the moment.
When I asked how is he, he said "I have no complaints".
I hope I have the same attitude when I get to his age.
So in one week alone I've had discussions on race with 2 Aussies and one French - all men.
Fascinating. Wonder what God is trying to teach me?
They can happen outside the classroom, on a couch waiting for kids to finish their fitness routine, at the playground, in the queue at the fruit shop, even by text message.
Last week, I had the most illuminating conversation with a mum whose toddler slept on her lap as she talked. We were waiting for our kids in martial arts class when she suddenly asked "So what do you do?"
I mentioned my office administrator job and added that I run women's workshops at the local CC and help women who are stuck in their lives, procrastinating, need a new direction etc.
Her response took my breath away.
"I don't know why, but I was feeling this energy in the room, and I didn't know where it came from. The first time I saw you, the impression in my mind was CHANGE - that you have something to do with change and changing people's lives. I'm not surprised (that you say you help women)."
We went on to have a profound conversation around her career and life goals.
Yesterday, I remembered that I had promised to text a lady who lives in Manor Lakes about getting together for a cuppa.
I have never met this lady. Her contact was given to me by the CC who thought she might be interested in my workshops.
What eventuated was a couple of phone conversations around areas of her life she is struggling with at the moment.
So I texted as I promised, even though a part of me wondered if she still remembered who I was and the context of our last conversation.
I suggested we meet for a coffee next Mon after my yogalates class. She said yes, and signed off her text message with "Blessings, S" - which is exactly the way I sign off in emails and text messages.
How cool is that?
I'm looking forward to actually meeting her in person.
On Sat, Miss J was invited to her friend Ruby's birthday party and I got to meet her dad A for the first time.
(It always happens - you meet the mum at school practically everyday and the dad, maybe at parent-teacher interviews or the school concert or when mum is sick.)
I came away struck by how different A is compared to most guys.
For one, he had face paint on, just like the kids. In fact, he was Spiderman. Very cool dad.
This morning, that impression solidified for me when he greeted me as I was leaving Miss J's classroom.
For a second, I thought he'd mistaken me for someone else cos I didn't recognize him at all.
Then I thought, I've only met one new person over the weekend...
"So how did Jordanne go with the party on Sat?" he asked.
Sigh of relief/recognition.
"Sorry - I didn't recognize you without your face paint," I apologized.
We went on to have the most inspiring conversation, the kind that leaves you feeling elevated when you walk away.
We talked about his music producer job, time for the family, his interactions with the First People in NT...
Funnily, we talked about his attitude towards people of different backgrounds and cultures.
I say funnily because on Sun morning, someone at church engaged me on the same topic.
I say funnily because right after my encounter with A, as I was standing in the queue at the fruit shop, a lovely elderly gent with big black glasses and a tweed cap started chatting with me.
It's the sort of conversation I imagine most people in a hurry might find mildly annoying, esp from a stranger.
I learned that his name is Pepa (pronounced "Pepe"), that he's French, walks to the Plaza every morning, learned Japanese from a beautiful teacher, loves Asian people, and believes all of us - whatever our skin colour - come from the same Big Boss Above.
Loved his sense of humour and his delight with just being alive and in the moment.
When I asked how is he, he said "I have no complaints".
I hope I have the same attitude when I get to his age.
So in one week alone I've had discussions on race with 2 Aussies and one French - all men.
Fascinating. Wonder what God is trying to teach me?
Friday, June 22, 2012
New Beginnings in Fitness
Attended two trial sessions at Martial Journey this week.
Can I just say, I am very proud of myself. Here I am, the most sedentary person ever, learning something new and physically challenging at 41 when PE has been the bane of my school life.
The first 15 minutes of the session are killer.
You run around the mat, then change direction, then gallop, then do this complex little move where your feet cross in front then cross behind.
Then when we're totally winded (ok, when I'm totally winded), we get to do laps - 2 min non-stop alternate lunges to the end of the room, then running back. By the end of the 2 min, I could barely rise from lunge position.
After that come rolls, kindoso (or something that sounds like it) where we go round the mat in horse stance with someone keeping pace in Japanese, solo kicks and partnered kicks, lots of stretches.
I particularly love the rituals - getting on our knees and bowing down with forehead to the ground to signify Trust and Respect. First for ourselves, then for others. Bowing to the room as we step off the mat. Bowing to the room as we enter. Bowing to sensei at the end of the lesson.
The S energy in me thrives on order, stability, structure and ritual. A happy insight from Advanced Skills Training.
The other huge bonus is my classmates.
There's another lady who joined on the same day I did. We had a heart-to-heart yesterday, and I feel so inspired by her story of personal transformation and want to keep serving her through my coaching skills.
And the three guys who are regulars? I haven't had too much experience being in a fitness class with guys, and can I say these guys are such wonderful individuals. Maybe it's the school that attracts a certain kind of personality. Or maybe it's the whole journey-of-personal-growth thing at work. But there's something very special about them. Their dedication and commitment. Their humility. Their down-to-earthiness.
They're just really nice people, and I look forward to getting to know them and their stories.
Can I just say, I am very proud of myself. Here I am, the most sedentary person ever, learning something new and physically challenging at 41 when PE has been the bane of my school life.
The first 15 minutes of the session are killer.
You run around the mat, then change direction, then gallop, then do this complex little move where your feet cross in front then cross behind.
Then when we're totally winded (ok, when I'm totally winded), we get to do laps - 2 min non-stop alternate lunges to the end of the room, then running back. By the end of the 2 min, I could barely rise from lunge position.
After that come rolls, kindoso (or something that sounds like it) where we go round the mat in horse stance with someone keeping pace in Japanese, solo kicks and partnered kicks, lots of stretches.
I particularly love the rituals - getting on our knees and bowing down with forehead to the ground to signify Trust and Respect. First for ourselves, then for others. Bowing to the room as we step off the mat. Bowing to the room as we enter. Bowing to sensei at the end of the lesson.
The S energy in me thrives on order, stability, structure and ritual. A happy insight from Advanced Skills Training.
The other huge bonus is my classmates.
There's another lady who joined on the same day I did. We had a heart-to-heart yesterday, and I feel so inspired by her story of personal transformation and want to keep serving her through my coaching skills.
And the three guys who are regulars? I haven't had too much experience being in a fitness class with guys, and can I say these guys are such wonderful individuals. Maybe it's the school that attracts a certain kind of personality. Or maybe it's the whole journey-of-personal-growth thing at work. But there's something very special about them. Their dedication and commitment. Their humility. Their down-to-earthiness.
They're just really nice people, and I look forward to getting to know them and their stories.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Shiny New Thing Syndrome
I'm like a magpie sometimes.
My mentor Joe Pane says people like me are easily influenced and easily distracted by the latest shiny new thing.
Which explains why I have no hesitation ordering information products online. Particularly those that promise to turn me into a six-figure copywriter or help me learn anything or make a living helping others get over their career conundrums and relationship ruts.
Most such sales copy invariably includes the phrase "live life on your terms".
Whatever that means.
Just yesterday, I managed to arrest myself midway through purchasing a $5k get-coaching-clients program by Christian Mickelsen.
I still think it would've been a worthwhile investment.
What stopped me was the realization that I was taking the easy way out.
It's one thing to say yes to the best product in the world.
It's another to persist long enough, to humbly pay your dues and to actually make money with the product.
The other reason I refrained was because I suddenly remembered that I'm already paying $197 a month to Taki Moore of CoachingMarketingMembers.com and MoreClients.com.au.
His website already has templates, bonuses and other cool stuff I can use.
So I went back to his site and poked around to see what I could use to attract new clients.
I just sent out a piece yesterday to my newest leads. I'll give it a week and if there's no response, I'll send out a different piece.
The thing about all these so-called quick, easy and guaranteed solutions is that there really is no guarantee that even if I copy a template word for word, I will get the same glowing result. There are other variables involved, some of which the gurus don't mention. Or maybe only their Black Belt or Inner Circle members get access to this info. The Ascension Model etc.
As for the six-figure copywriting course, I did purchase it just a few moments ago, which is what inspired this post.
At $497, it's a no-brainer.
Now if only I can find easy clients like me...
My mentor Joe Pane says people like me are easily influenced and easily distracted by the latest shiny new thing.
Which explains why I have no hesitation ordering information products online. Particularly those that promise to turn me into a six-figure copywriter or help me learn anything or make a living helping others get over their career conundrums and relationship ruts.
Most such sales copy invariably includes the phrase "live life on your terms".
Whatever that means.
Just yesterday, I managed to arrest myself midway through purchasing a $5k get-coaching-clients program by Christian Mickelsen.
I still think it would've been a worthwhile investment.
What stopped me was the realization that I was taking the easy way out.
It's one thing to say yes to the best product in the world.
It's another to persist long enough, to humbly pay your dues and to actually make money with the product.
The other reason I refrained was because I suddenly remembered that I'm already paying $197 a month to Taki Moore of CoachingMarketingMembers.com and MoreClients.com.au.
His website already has templates, bonuses and other cool stuff I can use.
So I went back to his site and poked around to see what I could use to attract new clients.
I just sent out a piece yesterday to my newest leads. I'll give it a week and if there's no response, I'll send out a different piece.
The thing about all these so-called quick, easy and guaranteed solutions is that there really is no guarantee that even if I copy a template word for word, I will get the same glowing result. There are other variables involved, some of which the gurus don't mention. Or maybe only their Black Belt or Inner Circle members get access to this info. The Ascension Model etc.
As for the six-figure copywriting course, I did purchase it just a few moments ago, which is what inspired this post.
At $497, it's a no-brainer.
Now if only I can find easy clients like me...
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Playing It Bigger
I spent most of my life hiding in the shadows, skulking on the sidelines and playing it small.
In the last 11 months since joining TCI, I have overhauled my vocabulary, my thinking and my doing.
In May alone, I've experienced things I'd never have given myself permission to try if I were still living my old life.
I attended How To Run A Successful Workshop, the most intensive training I've been in, where one of my biggest fears - public speaking - was the star of the show. And I survived.
I graciously accepted rides from fellow coaches who are more confident drivers than I...and made a mental note to stretch this particular boundary condition. So I signed up for the June meeting of our coaching group in the Northwest, with the intention of driving myself there and back.
I've experienced what it's like to run workshops where the attendance ranged from 0 (yep, no one showed) to 1 (which became like a 1-on-1 coaching session).
And I'm proud of how I managed my state and reframed a negative into a positive. Someday, this will make a really good story.
I've initiated coffee chats with business contacts that I met at my local networking group.
Just because that's what my mentors said to do.
This week, one of those contacts told me how much she admires me, what a great story I have (leaving a comfortable job and lifestyle to migrate here without a job and while pregnant with #2, starting over etc), how inspiring my work and vision are, and how she wants to help me as much as she can before she leaves her current job.
We would never have met if I had not taken up her challenge at the networking dinner ("Come and talk to me, or I'll hunt you down anyway!"). Now I have a new friend and soul sister.
I've been driving myself to and from the monthly business networking dinner (which usually finishes around 9 pm). My night blindness is seriously bad, but I refuse to be a slave to it.
On Sunday, I made a decision to challenge my map around sharing my space with people outside my family...and (after discussing with hubby) opened my home to a fellow coach I met at Advanced Skills Weekend who lives on the Sunshine Coast and will be needing accommodation when she returns in July for training.
It'll be interesting to notice what comes up as I confront all my old bugbears about the cleanliness and tidiness of my house and yard, food issues, money issues, space and privacy issues...
I'm learning to chase up leads in my database instead of waiting for them to take action.
It is said the average person needs 7 contact points before they buy, so I am experimenting with different strategies to see what works.
So far, the best strategy has been a free downloadable report on my website that has attracted over 100 leads from all over the world.
On Friday, I will be Skype coaching one of these leads. He took up my offer of a complimentary coaching session. My first ever client from Quebec, Canada. How cool is technology?
On Friday, I am also Skype coaching a former client, and I'll be using NLP. Specifically, TCI DSR.
This afternoon, I walked into the admin office at my children's school and requested to speak with the person in charge of mentoring programs. I'd sent two emails with no response, so I thought it was time to take it up a notch. Previously, I would have just told myself that they were busy or not interested...and left the matter at that.
That was how I finally got to meet the Middle School Coordinator and to find out the school's direction and intentions for its Middle School girls. Have just emailed her with info on a program that I'd like to run for the school. She leaves her post in five weeks, which may mean having to start all over again with the new MSC. But that's just speculation. The transition may very well be seamless and fuss-free.
I may even offer the program as a community outreach service through my church when we move into our new building in Q4.
Everywhere I look, I see opportunities to shine, to serve, to connect, to inspire and to uplift. I see it as my vision and mission in life to be that rare person that bothers to make a difference. The person who takes a moment out of the busyness of the day to send a card, make a call, start a conversation, that is intentionally positive and encouraging.
To point people towards the Light.
In the last 11 months since joining TCI, I have overhauled my vocabulary, my thinking and my doing.
In May alone, I've experienced things I'd never have given myself permission to try if I were still living my old life.
I attended How To Run A Successful Workshop, the most intensive training I've been in, where one of my biggest fears - public speaking - was the star of the show. And I survived.
I graciously accepted rides from fellow coaches who are more confident drivers than I...and made a mental note to stretch this particular boundary condition. So I signed up for the June meeting of our coaching group in the Northwest, with the intention of driving myself there and back.
I've experienced what it's like to run workshops where the attendance ranged from 0 (yep, no one showed) to 1 (which became like a 1-on-1 coaching session).
And I'm proud of how I managed my state and reframed a negative into a positive. Someday, this will make a really good story.
I've initiated coffee chats with business contacts that I met at my local networking group.
Just because that's what my mentors said to do.
This week, one of those contacts told me how much she admires me, what a great story I have (leaving a comfortable job and lifestyle to migrate here without a job and while pregnant with #2, starting over etc), how inspiring my work and vision are, and how she wants to help me as much as she can before she leaves her current job.
We would never have met if I had not taken up her challenge at the networking dinner ("Come and talk to me, or I'll hunt you down anyway!"). Now I have a new friend and soul sister.
I've been driving myself to and from the monthly business networking dinner (which usually finishes around 9 pm). My night blindness is seriously bad, but I refuse to be a slave to it.
On Sunday, I made a decision to challenge my map around sharing my space with people outside my family...and (after discussing with hubby) opened my home to a fellow coach I met at Advanced Skills Weekend who lives on the Sunshine Coast and will be needing accommodation when she returns in July for training.
It'll be interesting to notice what comes up as I confront all my old bugbears about the cleanliness and tidiness of my house and yard, food issues, money issues, space and privacy issues...
I'm learning to chase up leads in my database instead of waiting for them to take action.
It is said the average person needs 7 contact points before they buy, so I am experimenting with different strategies to see what works.
So far, the best strategy has been a free downloadable report on my website that has attracted over 100 leads from all over the world.
On Friday, I will be Skype coaching one of these leads. He took up my offer of a complimentary coaching session. My first ever client from Quebec, Canada. How cool is technology?
On Friday, I am also Skype coaching a former client, and I'll be using NLP. Specifically, TCI DSR.
This afternoon, I walked into the admin office at my children's school and requested to speak with the person in charge of mentoring programs. I'd sent two emails with no response, so I thought it was time to take it up a notch. Previously, I would have just told myself that they were busy or not interested...and left the matter at that.
That was how I finally got to meet the Middle School Coordinator and to find out the school's direction and intentions for its Middle School girls. Have just emailed her with info on a program that I'd like to run for the school. She leaves her post in five weeks, which may mean having to start all over again with the new MSC. But that's just speculation. The transition may very well be seamless and fuss-free.
I may even offer the program as a community outreach service through my church when we move into our new building in Q4.
Everywhere I look, I see opportunities to shine, to serve, to connect, to inspire and to uplift. I see it as my vision and mission in life to be that rare person that bothers to make a difference. The person who takes a moment out of the busyness of the day to send a card, make a call, start a conversation, that is intentionally positive and encouraging.
To point people towards the Light.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Rippling
Some interesting things have popped up on my radar this week.
Some time ago, one of the mommy websites I respect invited expressions of interest from readers who want to contribute articles. I have just received an email from the site owner inviting me to apply for a guest writer position.
As they say, the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
I also received an email from a reputable personal development sites that I subscribe to, inviting me to update my "expert page".
There's a drop-down menu with a list of options, e.g. Money & Careers, Spirituality, Love & Relationships.
That's really got me thinking:
What is an expert?
Who decides if someone qualifies to be an expert?
What am I an expert in, if anything at all?
My ten-year-old came along and as is her habit, peered over my shoulder at the screen.
Her opinion: 'Motherhood. Marriage. Christianity.'
Thanks darl!
The third surprise was an email from someone in the States who took the trouble to fill out the contact form on my nutrition website. She's requesting to advertise on our site and would like me to email her regarding options.
It sounds like God is calling me to step up and out of my comfort zone again. There's something He wants me to do. Now to find out what it is...
As I've learned this past year, 'Say yes, then work out how'.
Some time ago, one of the mommy websites I respect invited expressions of interest from readers who want to contribute articles. I have just received an email from the site owner inviting me to apply for a guest writer position.
As they say, the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
I also received an email from a reputable personal development sites that I subscribe to, inviting me to update my "expert page".
There's a drop-down menu with a list of options, e.g. Money & Careers, Spirituality, Love & Relationships.
That's really got me thinking:
What is an expert?
Who decides if someone qualifies to be an expert?
What am I an expert in, if anything at all?
My ten-year-old came along and as is her habit, peered over my shoulder at the screen.
Her opinion: 'Motherhood. Marriage. Christianity.'
Thanks darl!
The third surprise was an email from someone in the States who took the trouble to fill out the contact form on my nutrition website. She's requesting to advertise on our site and would like me to email her regarding options.
It sounds like God is calling me to step up and out of my comfort zone again. There's something He wants me to do. Now to find out what it is...
As I've learned this past year, 'Say yes, then work out how'.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Divine Purposes
It's fascinating what's happened this past week.
Enroute to Lakes Entrance for a family holiday, I checked my emails on my mobile and saw one from a client I'd coached last year. Deciding to take a leaf from my coach and value myself and my time, I deliberately waited till I got home from the holiday to read the email.
It turned out to be a thank-you from the client. Not only did he want to express appreciation for our coaching sessions, he had some amazing wins to share. New job. New investment property. Completed a top-end personal development course. Now he's on the hunt for a life partner.
I replied, sending him my deepest congratulations and telling him how proud I was of how far he's come.
Today I got another email from this client.
He's looking to be coached on relationships and looks forward to hearing from me.
Early in my journey, I would've counted my eggs before they were hatched, then wondered why things didn't work to plan.
I'm a bit wiser now.
I've learned that being hired to coach him is just one of many possible scenarios, and I'll be a happier person if I detach emotionally from the outcome.
So I'm letting his email sit overnight and tomorrow I'll pen him a thoughtful and appropriately light response where I'll make it clear the ball's now in his court. And there'll be none of that awkward and soul-defeating haggling over fees or I'll tell him I'm referring his business out.
Tonight, a former classmate from uni came on FB and we had a deep and meaningful conversation. She has recently turned to the Lord after a series of mental, health and work-related stresses. Praise God. So now we're connected by another "degree". I offered her my support for her ongoing journey of faith and recommended that she read The Purpose Driven Life. She says this is the second time this week someone has suggested she read the book. She also says she will book in for an appointment with me to share her thoughts on the book when she's done reading it.
A few minutes ago, one of the community pages I belong to (Free Life Coaching Sessions) posted about an individual seeking free coaching and asked if anyone would like to help. I took about 30 seconds to decide to put my hand up. As Sharon Pearson says, it's all about being generous with your time and having such an attitude of abundance that you attract clients of a similar nature into your sphere.
Enroute to Lakes Entrance for a family holiday, I checked my emails on my mobile and saw one from a client I'd coached last year. Deciding to take a leaf from my coach and value myself and my time, I deliberately waited till I got home from the holiday to read the email.
It turned out to be a thank-you from the client. Not only did he want to express appreciation for our coaching sessions, he had some amazing wins to share. New job. New investment property. Completed a top-end personal development course. Now he's on the hunt for a life partner.
I replied, sending him my deepest congratulations and telling him how proud I was of how far he's come.
Today I got another email from this client.
He's looking to be coached on relationships and looks forward to hearing from me.
Early in my journey, I would've counted my eggs before they were hatched, then wondered why things didn't work to plan.
I'm a bit wiser now.
I've learned that being hired to coach him is just one of many possible scenarios, and I'll be a happier person if I detach emotionally from the outcome.
So I'm letting his email sit overnight and tomorrow I'll pen him a thoughtful and appropriately light response where I'll make it clear the ball's now in his court. And there'll be none of that awkward and soul-defeating haggling over fees or I'll tell him I'm referring his business out.
Tonight, a former classmate from uni came on FB and we had a deep and meaningful conversation. She has recently turned to the Lord after a series of mental, health and work-related stresses. Praise God. So now we're connected by another "degree". I offered her my support for her ongoing journey of faith and recommended that she read The Purpose Driven Life. She says this is the second time this week someone has suggested she read the book. She also says she will book in for an appointment with me to share her thoughts on the book when she's done reading it.
A few minutes ago, one of the community pages I belong to (Free Life Coaching Sessions) posted about an individual seeking free coaching and asked if anyone would like to help. I took about 30 seconds to decide to put my hand up. As Sharon Pearson says, it's all about being generous with your time and having such an attitude of abundance that you attract clients of a similar nature into your sphere.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Every Thu, I had the privilege of sharing the evening with a dozen or so women from my church.
We have been doing 40 Days of Purpose with our pastor's wife, and what a journey it's been.
I have come to appreciate, to crave, the godly fellowship and the sharing of all the women who are at different points in the journey and come with such diverse perspectives and understanding.
Last Thu's session was particularly powerful. We were divided into groups and two others and I shared about how life's circumstances have shaped and refined us for God's glory. I didn't expect to get emotional talking about my childhood and upbringing, but I guess God knew it needed to come out in the way it did. It was a humbling moment.
I was reminded of how far I've come and how I am who I am now because of, not in spite of, what I've had to endure on the way here.
We have been doing 40 Days of Purpose with our pastor's wife, and what a journey it's been.
I have come to appreciate, to crave, the godly fellowship and the sharing of all the women who are at different points in the journey and come with such diverse perspectives and understanding.
Last Thu's session was particularly powerful. We were divided into groups and two others and I shared about how life's circumstances have shaped and refined us for God's glory. I didn't expect to get emotional talking about my childhood and upbringing, but I guess God knew it needed to come out in the way it did. It was a humbling moment.
I was reminded of how far I've come and how I am who I am now because of, not in spite of, what I've had to endure on the way here.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Wish List
This is going to be one of those weeks.
Workshops this Mon and next, and right in the middle of it, a planning meeting with my boss and our Church Council chairperson to make sure we're on the same page with regards to formatting of our first-ever Church Annual Report.
I find myself yearning for solitude so I can reflect, prepare and be in my ideal state for the workshop.
Yet there is so much else that's a part of our family routine that has to be attended to.
In my ideal life, I would like a tingkat dinner service...like the one I saw advertised in The Senior newspaper yesterday.
While we're at it, a cleaner to do my ironing, kitchen and bathrooms once a week would be nice too...
And a gardener to maintain the nature strip and backyard...
There, I've said it.
Workshops this Mon and next, and right in the middle of it, a planning meeting with my boss and our Church Council chairperson to make sure we're on the same page with regards to formatting of our first-ever Church Annual Report.
I find myself yearning for solitude so I can reflect, prepare and be in my ideal state for the workshop.
Yet there is so much else that's a part of our family routine that has to be attended to.
In my ideal life, I would like a tingkat dinner service...like the one I saw advertised in The Senior newspaper yesterday.
While we're at it, a cleaner to do my ironing, kitchen and bathrooms once a week would be nice too...
And a gardener to maintain the nature strip and backyard...
There, I've said it.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
6 Days to the Next Workshop
The first workshop is over and am now gearing up for the next one, Goal Setting Secrets for Success.
Very glad to have my monthly accountability session with Kelly-Anne last night.
She got me to set five goals for the coming month:
My prayer is that the workshops will draw those people who will gain most from the learning, are ready to take action in their own lives and are ready to light the way by sharing with someone else what they've learned.
This morning, I picked up the phone and rang two of the attendees. It felt awkward as it's been 8 days since the workshop and people quickly forget most of what they learn unless it's reinforced. Am grateful that they took the time to look at their notes and refresh their memory. In the process, I gained some valuable feedback. One person asked if I planned to conduct evening workshops. I said that's something to work on for the near future and I would definitely let her know if I planned to do so.
Very glad to have my monthly accountability session with Kelly-Anne last night.
She got me to set five goals for the coming month:
- Document how I will respond to each lead/enquiry that comes in from a different source
- Ring the people who came for the workshop, thank them for coming, ask four specific questions to get feedback
- Ring the individual who says he's coming for next Monday's workshop and ask if he's still bringing his friend(s)
- Think about what paid workshops I will deliver, how I will promote them and what I will charge
- Follow up on the 2 leads that expressed interest but haven't come back with a decision
My prayer is that the workshops will draw those people who will gain most from the learning, are ready to take action in their own lives and are ready to light the way by sharing with someone else what they've learned.
This morning, I picked up the phone and rang two of the attendees. It felt awkward as it's been 8 days since the workshop and people quickly forget most of what they learn unless it's reinforced. Am grateful that they took the time to look at their notes and refresh their memory. In the process, I gained some valuable feedback. One person asked if I planned to conduct evening workshops. I said that's something to work on for the near future and I would definitely let her know if I planned to do so.
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Deep and Meaningfuls
I love Deep and Meaningful conversations.
The kind where people let go of their fears and just dare to be themselves. Where they aren't afraid to have shiny eyes while talking to you, or to admit that their lives aren't fantastic right now.
I had one such D+M last Friday when Beth's ex-school friend's mum invited her over for a play date.
I salute her courage and ask God's blessings on her life and for the opportunity to lead her into a deeper conversation about faith.
The kind where people let go of their fears and just dare to be themselves. Where they aren't afraid to have shiny eyes while talking to you, or to admit that their lives aren't fantastic right now.
I had one such D+M last Friday when Beth's ex-school friend's mum invited her over for a play date.
I salute her courage and ask God's blessings on her life and for the opportunity to lead her into a deeper conversation about faith.
Sowing Ripples
This morning, I bumped into a school mum who attended my workshop yesterday.
She told me the workshop was "good". I renewed my offer of a coffee chat to discover her issues around career, and she promised she would talk to me about it real soon.
While shopping at the Plaza, I met a lovely lady from my church who also had been at the workshop.
She was brimming with such joy and renewed purpose and looked like she was carrying herself a bit taller and straighter. She had been feeling low because of age (she's in her 70s) and others' expectations and her own sense that she has outlived her usefulness. She says what she learned yesterday has given her a sense of hope and she can now see the light at the end of the tunnel.
She told me the workshop was "good". I renewed my offer of a coffee chat to discover her issues around career, and she promised she would talk to me about it real soon.
While shopping at the Plaza, I met a lovely lady from my church who also had been at the workshop.
She was brimming with such joy and renewed purpose and looked like she was carrying herself a bit taller and straighter. She had been feeling low because of age (she's in her 70s) and others' expectations and her own sense that she has outlived her usefulness. She says what she learned yesterday has given her a sense of hope and she can now see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Saturday, March 03, 2012
First Word-of-Mouth Referral
Received a surprise email on Friday from someone I coached last year.
Her hubby is looking to be coached and she asked if she could pass on my details to him.
What an honor.
My mentor Alice says when she started building her coaching practice, it was purely by word of mouth.
The really interesting thing is that I'm not even actively looking for private clients as my focus is on preparing for and running the Empowered Women workshops.
Wonder if there is a correlation somehow?
Her hubby is looking to be coached and she asked if she could pass on my details to him.
What an honor.
My mentor Alice says when she started building her coaching practice, it was purely by word of mouth.
The really interesting thing is that I'm not even actively looking for private clients as my focus is on preparing for and running the Empowered Women workshops.
Wonder if there is a correlation somehow?
The Purpose Driven Life...Again
It must be nearly 10 years since I first studied The Purpose Driven Life.
I still remember how the first line hit me between the eyes - "IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU."
I mean, I knew life isn't about me. But to have someone else say that to me...was pretty confronting.
Still is.
Especially when I'm in the zone and feeling like everything's going my way because of all the amazing new knowledge I'm gaining around coaching and human excellence.
To be reminded that God is ultimately sovereign and that the fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom (not awareness, not our limitless potential, not universal laws of attraction and success) is - humbling.
13 ladies from HXUC and I have committed to studying TPDL together with our pastor's wife facilitating. We meet once a week on Thu evenings to watch the DVD and discuss what God has taught us during the week.
I am finding it a bit of a struggle to get beneath the surface of what I already know and have experienced. It seemed easier the first time.
I listen to some of the ladies share about their TPDL learnings and I get the sense that God is actively at work in their lives. It's inspiring and at the same time I'm feeling left out because nothing seems to be happening in mine.
I still remember how the first line hit me between the eyes - "IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU."
I mean, I knew life isn't about me. But to have someone else say that to me...was pretty confronting.
Still is.
Especially when I'm in the zone and feeling like everything's going my way because of all the amazing new knowledge I'm gaining around coaching and human excellence.
To be reminded that God is ultimately sovereign and that the fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom (not awareness, not our limitless potential, not universal laws of attraction and success) is - humbling.
13 ladies from HXUC and I have committed to studying TPDL together with our pastor's wife facilitating. We meet once a week on Thu evenings to watch the DVD and discuss what God has taught us during the week.
I am finding it a bit of a struggle to get beneath the surface of what I already know and have experienced. It seemed easier the first time.
I listen to some of the ladies share about their TPDL learnings and I get the sense that God is actively at work in their lives. It's inspiring and at the same time I'm feeling left out because nothing seems to be happening in mine.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Effortless and Authentic Rapport Building for Introverts
For a long time, I bought into the belief that it's hard for introverts to relate to people, especially people they don't know.
In the last couple of days, I have busted that myth not once but TWICE.
On Friday, I was at Dale Beaumont and Dr John Demartini's seminar at the Melbourne Convention Centre. I went with an open heart to learn and to engage with anyone who might cross my path.
The whole morning, I felt a little left out because the lady on my left seemed to click so well with the lady on her left, and the lady on my right discovered a fellow Demartini fan in the guy on her right. Everyone seemed to have someone to talk with except me.
Yet when lunchtime came, I found myself saying to the lady on my right, "So where do you plan to do lunch?"
And she mentioned a couple of places around the corner and ended with, "Why don't you just follow me?"
Lunchtime became such a gift because I discovered how much we had in common, which made conversation easy and effortless.
I even built rapport with the guy at the counter and discovered he's Malaysian and has been in AUS for just 6 months. When he brought our food, I thanked him with "Terima Kasih", which tickled my lunch partner because she's been to Bali and she says everyone goes "Terima Kasih" all the time.
Yesterday, while waiting for Beth to finish her drum class, a young guy with a guitar came in. He sat down near me and we made eye contact. Quite extraordinary for me because I don't usually look strangers in the eye like that. But we did.
And proceeded to have the most delightful conversation about guitar, the gigs he does when he's not being an IT guy, how the teenage girl in the guitar class puts him to shame with her amazing rendition of Sweet Home Alabama.
At the end of our little chat, he introduced himself and asked me my name.
Simple ordinary and unexpected occasions like this, I'm discovering, are perfect for practising rapport building skills and expanding my comfort zone. You never know when you'll make a new friend.
In the last couple of days, I have busted that myth not once but TWICE.
On Friday, I was at Dale Beaumont and Dr John Demartini's seminar at the Melbourne Convention Centre. I went with an open heart to learn and to engage with anyone who might cross my path.
The whole morning, I felt a little left out because the lady on my left seemed to click so well with the lady on her left, and the lady on my right discovered a fellow Demartini fan in the guy on her right. Everyone seemed to have someone to talk with except me.
Yet when lunchtime came, I found myself saying to the lady on my right, "So where do you plan to do lunch?"
And she mentioned a couple of places around the corner and ended with, "Why don't you just follow me?"
Lunchtime became such a gift because I discovered how much we had in common, which made conversation easy and effortless.
I even built rapport with the guy at the counter and discovered he's Malaysian and has been in AUS for just 6 months. When he brought our food, I thanked him with "Terima Kasih", which tickled my lunch partner because she's been to Bali and she says everyone goes "Terima Kasih" all the time.
Yesterday, while waiting for Beth to finish her drum class, a young guy with a guitar came in. He sat down near me and we made eye contact. Quite extraordinary for me because I don't usually look strangers in the eye like that. But we did.
And proceeded to have the most delightful conversation about guitar, the gigs he does when he's not being an IT guy, how the teenage girl in the guitar class puts him to shame with her amazing rendition of Sweet Home Alabama.
At the end of our little chat, he introduced himself and asked me my name.
Simple ordinary and unexpected occasions like this, I'm discovering, are perfect for practising rapport building skills and expanding my comfort zone. You never know when you'll make a new friend.
Ask and you shall receive
How many times have I held back on what I wanted because I didn't dare to ask?
How many times have I let precious opportunities slip away because I was afraid the answer might be no?
Yesterday, I took my fear in hand...and asked.
I ASKED the receptionist at Wyndham Vale CLC if she would accept flyers for my March workshops at Tarneit CLC.
She got up from her seat, took my flyers and went over to the table where brochures and flyers are laid out for the people to browse, and personally found a spot for them.
I couldn't resist going past the table afterwards to see for myself that my flyers were there.
Here's a quick snap.
I ASKED the founder of Beth's drum school if the school's parents might benefit from knowing about my workshops.
His response: "Sure, go ahead! We've got 200 families. If you want to advertise something, just go for it."
I got Beth to pin up the flyer for me on USM's notice board, right in between their band workshop registration form and a flyer of Lauren Elizabeth's upcoming gig in St Kilda.
I ASKED Beth's piano teacher if she would like some flyers for the parents of her students, so they would have something different to read while waiting. She said sure, and yesterday I handed her 20 flyers.
And all because I said yes to myself and worked out how, backed myself to the hilt, and let my desire be greater than my fear - and asked.
What would/would not have happened if I hadn't asked?
How many times have I let precious opportunities slip away because I was afraid the answer might be no?
Yesterday, I took my fear in hand...and asked.
I ASKED the receptionist at Wyndham Vale CLC if she would accept flyers for my March workshops at Tarneit CLC.
She got up from her seat, took my flyers and went over to the table where brochures and flyers are laid out for the people to browse, and personally found a spot for them.
I couldn't resist going past the table afterwards to see for myself that my flyers were there.
Here's a quick snap.
I ASKED the founder of Beth's drum school if the school's parents might benefit from knowing about my workshops.
His response: "Sure, go ahead! We've got 200 families. If you want to advertise something, just go for it."
I got Beth to pin up the flyer for me on USM's notice board, right in between their band workshop registration form and a flyer of Lauren Elizabeth's upcoming gig in St Kilda.
I ASKED Beth's piano teacher if she would like some flyers for the parents of her students, so they would have something different to read while waiting. She said sure, and yesterday I handed her 20 flyers.
And all because I said yes to myself and worked out how, backed myself to the hilt, and let my desire be greater than my fear - and asked.
What would/would not have happened if I hadn't asked?
Friday, February 10, 2012
Happy Dance
Two reasons to shout "TGIF!" today...
- Tarneit Community Learning Centre emailed to say they have put up my flyer on their notice board. Also, they are happy for me to pop by any time during office hours to tour the place and get a feel of the room where I will be conducting the workshops.
- Received an email enquiry through my website. The writer is based in Brisbane and going through a career change. Have sent her Client Profile and list of available time slots for the initial call.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Cool Stats
Did a quick check-in on my stats for this month and loved what's showing up.
Even better, there's been a constant stream of new leads from my free report download "Top Five Principles For Sustainable Success" on the website.
Next, to figure out how best to engage these leads and convert them.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
So excited last night I couldn't sleep.
Will you believe me if I tell you I was kept awake visualizing myself actually delivering my workshop, engaging the participants, using all my coaching tools, fielding questions, doing the open/close, handing out the contact form (it will have four columns: name, email address, space for participants to write what topics interest them, I forget what the last one was...), inviting people to bring their friends to the next workshop, having the event professionally videoed and producing my first DVD product for sale...
It was like watching myself in a movie starring myself. Exactly what we've been taught to do in NLP. I was seeing/hearing/feeling exactly everything as if it was already taking place.
Woke up with prominent eye bags and a feeling of fatigue. Not the best way to prepare for our 9 am meeting with the Sunday School leadership team.
And yet, such a sense of anticipation too, to know - in advance, at an unconscious level - that I CAN DO THIS.
Will you believe me if I tell you I was kept awake visualizing myself actually delivering my workshop, engaging the participants, using all my coaching tools, fielding questions, doing the open/close, handing out the contact form (it will have four columns: name, email address, space for participants to write what topics interest them, I forget what the last one was...), inviting people to bring their friends to the next workshop, having the event professionally videoed and producing my first DVD product for sale...
It was like watching myself in a movie starring myself. Exactly what we've been taught to do in NLP. I was seeing/hearing/feeling exactly everything as if it was already taking place.
Woke up with prominent eye bags and a feeling of fatigue. Not the best way to prepare for our 9 am meeting with the Sunday School leadership team.
And yet, such a sense of anticipation too, to know - in advance, at an unconscious level - that I CAN DO THIS.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Why We Can Handle Anything
1 Corinthians 10:13
The Message (MSG)
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Say Yes, Then Work Out How
Took to heart Brendon Burchard's teaching on productivity and handling emails.
Today's focus was on sending out action emails to create connections and initiate action that will help me move a step closer to my 2012 goals.
Said yes to Mark E/DDT's request that I assist my pastor with the communications plan for our new church.
Emailed Council's Biz Devt Officer, whom I met last year, to suggest several ways ATC can partner with Council this year on the ideas that surfaced in the Dec 2011 Biz Breakfast Business Leaders' Forum.
Wrote a character reference for a sister who is saying yes to God's call on her life to be an advocate/speaker/fundraiser for a Christian charity that rescues girls caught up in the sex trade.
Today's focus was on sending out action emails to create connections and initiate action that will help me move a step closer to my 2012 goals.
Said yes to Mark E/DDT's request that I assist my pastor with the communications plan for our new church.
Emailed Council's Biz Devt Officer, whom I met last year, to suggest several ways ATC can partner with Council this year on the ideas that surfaced in the Dec 2011 Biz Breakfast Business Leaders' Forum.
Wrote a character reference for a sister who is saying yes to God's call on her life to be an advocate/speaker/fundraiser for a Christian charity that rescues girls caught up in the sex trade.
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