This is a shiny bizarre time for me. I am getting ready to launch another book next year. Behind the scenes, jack hammers pound away. I will redesign my website, my brand, whatever that is, and brainstorm new products, workshops, and services to support the new book. What that really means: I’m melting down, freaking out, staring into space– in the name of astounding progress.
As I go forward, I can’t help but look backward. Why has it taken me so long to really succeed?
Why did it take so long to write my books, develop my speaking chops, or become Our Lady of Transformation and Black Comedy in my workshops– an alchemy of Kahlil Gibran meets Woody Allen? Or to “find my voice” or reach in my ezine, blogs, facebook, and twitter? Maybe you’ve wondered the same thing in your life: like what takes so long for you to become who you’re meant to be. Read more