Like many workshops, in person or virtual, it was packed with great exercises, techniques to add to your toolbox, and a variety of sales pitches for more expensive programs offered. I don't mind the pitch so much as long as it's sandwiched between worthwhile content (and it was).
There was one program in particular I wanted to attend. It was coaching program (surprise). At the time, I didn't have the money to register for it. This really, really bothered me. At the end of the evening, I made my way to the stage as quick as I could and talked with one of the other speakers.
After thanking him, I proceeded to go into my story around how I wanted to attend the coaching program and how I didn't have the money for it. Our conversation went like this:
He looked at me directly and said - "Do you want it?"
Me "Yes."
Speaker guy, "Do you believe it's possible for you to have it?"
Me "Well, I want to believe. But I don't see how it is. I mean I really don't. I'm trying to get my basic expenses worked out."
He replied, "Are you willing to suspend your belief that it's not possible right now? Are you willing to believe that it is possible for you to be in this program?"
I nodded my head.
He continued, "Do one thing for me tonight. Every time you return to this subject in your mind, every time you start to tell the story that you don't have the money, stop yourself. Instead say 'I believe it's possible for me to attend this program. I see myself in it.' That's all you need to do. The how isn't important right now."
I thought for a moment he was egging me on, giving me a new age line or two, demonstrating his best efforts at salesmanship, convincing me to purchase what would benefit him. I mean, it was easy for him to say it was easy. He wasn't in my situation.
But there was a level of such genuineness, presence, and directness as he spoke to me, that it cut through my judgments about him as well as my story about the situation I was in.
Later that night, my thoughts roared back into town. "I don't know how it's possible. There's no way. I have to pay this and this and that. I don't like how my money situation is going. Why aren't I getting anything good out of this workshop?" I was on a roll. I made myself wrong, the workshop wrong, the guy wrong, money wrong, my money situation wrong. It was all a big bag of wrong.
So I did what perhaps you would have done - called my boyfriend to complain and dump my misery on him. I got voicemail. I talked nonstop. Blah blah blah. The voicemail then cuts me off and states that I'm over my allotted time. Ok, now I'm completely mad at the voicemail (As if it was specifically doing this to me!). I hit the button to start the recording again. I repeat the same story, almost word for word. Because, of course, my suffering was very important and must be covered thoroughly.
Same thing happens again with the voicemail.
I take a deep breath. Ready to throw the phone out the window. Then it dawns on me. I wasn't mad at the phone, the voicemail, or even the story itself.
I was mad at what I perceived to be limiting me. I was mad about where I felt powerless in my life. For the third time, I tell the story into the phone. This time more deliberately. This time with new awareness of what I was really upset over. The story no longer had an emotional charge, because it simply wasn't about the story anymore. I finished what I had to say in record time, with one minute even left over. I let the voicemail continue to record my silence on the other end.
It finally beeped and asked if I wanted to send the message or delete. Without thinking twice, I pressed delete. I didn't need the story anymore. I didn't need to dump it on anyone else and I certainly didn't need to repeat it in my head. It was only a cover up anyway. A distracting excuse from the real issue - Me &
how I use the power I have.
I had hit a point where I remembered my own power - the ability to change my circumstances, my stories, and my belief in what was possible. I couldn't turn away from this truth. I had to reclaim it. To do so, I started with what the speaker guy suggested - suspend the how and just see it as possible. So I did.
The next day at the event, out of 2000 people there. The speaker noticed me and asked if I was still believing in possibility. I nodded emphatically. The day continued. I partnered up with another woman for one of the exercises. I recounted the story I just told you here. The program. The money. The possibility. The repetitive story. The realization of my own power. Reclaiming that. Letting the story go. Being open to possibilities.
In telling
that story, what I learned, and how much had felt like it internally changed for me in less than a day, was one of the most empowering experiences. What happened next may surprise you…
The woman I was partnered with gifted me the program I wanted. $1500. Right there. She sat with me as I filled out the program application and payment. We walked over to the "store" and she handed over her credit card to the processor person. Just like that. Ha! You tell me what's not possible. I'll refute you every time.
Have you got a story looping over and over in your mind? Do you feel the urge to "dump" it on someone else? Want freedom from that? Heck, want to just feel better? I'll tell you right now, it's not about the story and dumping won't make you feel better in a long lasting way.
The issue (and it's the same for all of us, believe me, I've seen it in countless clients over the years) is about where you think you do and don't have power in your life. We try to make it about everything else under the sun. Clever distractions, that's all they are. Start with reclaiming your power and you will be surprised how quickly things shift.
I go over all of this, then some, and a bag of chips in the
Get Clear Series. The info in that program has become the foundation for my experience of life being different than what you read above in this blog post. I want that for you too. It is possible.