Wednesday, April 29, 2020

The Truth Im Super Scared. - When I Grow Up

The Truth Im Super Scared. - When I Grow Up slide by tummy mountain Golden Ticket started back at the  Selling Your Soul  event in May 2011, where Tanya Geisler  found me in my aisle seat, crouched beside me, and gave me a hug and a smooch. We had seconds to connect that day, but the bond was instantaneous. We batted around the we-should-work-on-something-together conversation, and got to know each other via Skype the summer/fall of 2011. We were all set to schedule a one-day event when, ya know, boob cancer hit. I forget when I reached back out to Tanya, but I think that, although we didnt know what it was going to be called or what it was exactly going to entail, we knew Our Offering was on the table, as soon as possible. And now? 100 combined hours of Skype chatting, copywriting, Golden Goodie-getting, website-building, scheming, brainstorming, squealing, concrete walls, breakthroughs and virtual hi-fives.were here. Were live. Tickets have been sold. Trips have been booked. Profiles have been created. Welcome Videos have been filmed. Theres one more day of sales left (if the tickets last that long, and Im not scared to say outright that I hope they dont), and how do I feel? Im excited/scared, just how I like itbut the Scared is definitely very real this time. Lets say super excitedand super scared. What if Im in over my head? What if I cant rock the live calls which dont run like my usual group coaching calls? What if a whole bunch of tickets still remain at the end of our deadline? What if I actually dont like running this thing? What if Tanya and I get into a fight? What if theres terrible weather in NYC that weekend? What if something happens with our amazeballs videographer  or the space or whoever were gonna find to run the show admin-wise that day? What if this, what if that, what if what if what if. As you can see, this is something that can quickly spiral out of control. A lot of times, the Vampire Voices (if youre new around these parts, thats what I call the voices we have in our head that sucks the good stuff right out of us) take over and tell us what wont work, whatll backfire, whatll break. Instead, I try to think What if all 30 Golden Tickets are claimed by the exact right, this-was-made-for-them Golden Goddesses? What if the live calls go so smoothly and everyone gets so much out of them that I restructure my group coaching to be more like these calls? What if you and Tanya keep treating each other honestly, respectfully, and kindly? (Youre already doing it) What if Golden Ticket is exactly the role you need to step into, and creating/running programs like this will be a new, exciting offering? What if its actually a clear, 50-degree day with tons of sunshine? What if the planning the people, the schedule, the space is seamless and flow-y and easy? Its tough to switch my brain to The Positive Outcome. Those Vampires are tough and stubborn and dont like to give up easily. I feel like, when I let myself go to that place, Im indulging myself or jinxing myself. Why is it easier to think of all the horrible things thatll happen than picturing the best outcome possible? Im still stumped on that one. But ya know what? And this is something Ive been thinking a lot about lately..the difference between me and I think, ya know, anyone that makes it happen is the fact that Im going to do it anyway. Oh sure, the life coach in me is gonna plan and troubleshoot and break things down and push away the roadblocks.but the Vampires are never gonna win with me. I just wont let them. So, bring it on Scariness. Take your What Ifs and let me see what Im so frightened of. Its only gonna help me grow, make me stronger, and keep doing things I never thought I could do (like co-create a valuable 12 week program thats unique in every way, shape and form). I got this. (You do, too. And if ya think Golden Ticket can help, claim yours before our deadline at 6pm Eastern tomorrow by clicking here. Wed be delighted to have you.)

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