Go F@!* Yourself!

From the outside, everyone looks at New York City as this multicultural mecca with people and cultures from all over the world co-habitating within 5 boroughs. While that may be true, it is very easy to live in the city and never socialize with anyone outside of your socio-economic status (or people just like you), especially if leaving the island of Manhattan requires a lot of negotiating. That was my reality when I lived in NY from 1995-2000. I was living in one of the most phenomenal cities in the world and I was doing everything I set out to do: graduate college, get a cool job in “the city” and get my own place. I just did it all within my comfort zone. I had a killer apartment in Chelsea that was ridiculously cheap and after some time of living alone, my roommate from college, who is someone I’ve known since I was 9 years old, moved into the tiny bedroom that had remained empty since I moved into said apartment a year prior. I ran with a posse of about 15 people. Almost everyone I knew I had known since high school or was a friend of a friend from college. We went to bars not clubs and drank a lot…  I mean a lot…. most of the calendar year below 23rd Street and then in the summer, out on Fire Island. We were never Hamptons people. That required way too much effort and the environment could never support our variety of shenanigans. For a long while there, I was happy and having fun. At 24, I was...

Does Time Heal Old Wounds?

When I was in junior high school I had many crushes. The two that stick out the most are twins, Will and Dan. I’m a sucker for dimples and they both had them. I had spent equal time assessing the situation and passing them both neatly folded notes after class, but Dan took the lead in winning my heart – probably because I thought there was a good chance that he liked me back. Come one March on St. Patrick’s Day, in our yellow locker lined hallway, Dan, bless his little heart, bought me a dyed green carnation and asked me if I’d go out with him. I, in the moment, was shocked. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Something I had wanted so badly was actually happening. I don’t know if I genuinely didn’t know what to say or if I wanted to play it cool, but I told him I had to think about it. I suppose I spent the day in the “do I or don’t I?” internal debate, and I remember anticipating the class where I could talk to one of my best friends, Jen. I told her that Dan had asked me out and that I didn’t know what to do. I am not sure why, but she said I couldn’t go out with him. I don’t remember the specifics, but I ended up telling him no. A few weeks ago while sitting in my meditation, this story showed up again. It has a few times over the years even though I’ve already forgiven Jen, who is still a friend of mine, for being,...

Women, Success and Leading from the Feminine

Not too long ago, a friend reached out to our community and asked “Who are the women out there who are really successful, and leading from the feminine”? I loved that question. Here was my answer. Loved this post and not surprisingly very relevant for me in this moment (and by moment I mean starting 3 weeks ago). I’m going through a full reorg (Network Care term) and fully reviewing who I am at my core, what my passion and purpose is, how my choices have gotten me to where I am today and how I can change it all. I’ve completely moved through life often making decisions based out of fear and then to pull me through, lead from my masculine. This hasn’t been working for me. You gotta’ do what you gotta do. Party through the pain, Power through it. It is what it is. These aren’t even the good ones. And while we all are Tony Robbins fans, and a lot of his work comes from Soul, it is still often packaged and manufactured from the masculine. While I’m with you on there being a lot of Feminine Empowerment leadership out there, some of it leaves a bad taste in my mouth as well. I also wanted to note, it’s not just Manhattan where this is a problem — it’s a national epidemic, maybe even global, where the core may be rooted in Metropolitan areas where high paying careers are in the most demand. It could be a little softer outside of NYC, but it’s how we all have been taught is the path to success....

Since When Did Brand Strategist = Life Coach?

When my business partner Michelle and I launched our company I AM. creative, almost a year ago, we noticed right away that the needs of our clients and potential clients reached far greater than a brand strategy, mission statement, logo and website. I am not sure if it’s the nature of the mind/body/spirit industry in which we serve, or the fact that a lot of the people we meet with are leaving a stable career to pursue their passion – regardless, the one common thread is that our client base is comprised of what Forbes has called the new feminist movement, they are all entrepreneurs. Let me first give a shout out to the few men we have worked with, but let’s be honest, we are surrounded by lady love. Women ages twenty-something to 60+ have logged one-on-one time with us in pursuit of what has not only been a clear action plan to get their new business off the ground, or announce a new product, but unbeknownst to them, they have also been seeking permission. Permission for what? Permission to be who they long to be, permission to go for their dreams, permission to be seen and heard and supported unconditionally. What comes to mind immediately is one of my all time favorite passages from A Return to Love, by Marianne Williamson Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are...

A Priest, a Rabbi and a Life Coach walk into a bar…. Part I

I was born in 1973. As a child, going to church on Sundays and Holidays was something we just did. My father was more religious then my mom, so we ended up in a Catholic Church rather than the Lutheran one my mom didn’t really connect with. I was baptized, had my First Communion and was Confirmed. Confirmed as what? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you, but my guess it has something to do with coming of age. Fast forward to high school when going to church was more of a thing we did at Christmas, I remember the moment we looked at each other as a family and decided that this just wasn’t something that served us anymore. During the Christmas Eve service, after we received communion, the people of the congregation wheeled out a birthday cake and we sang Happy Birthday to Jesus. The Gordon Family was out. I grew up in a pretty religiously diverse town compared to some. It seemed it was equally Jewish as it was Christian, but I don’t know the true stats on that. Mostly I remember in 7th and 8th grade going to a Bar Mitzvah or Bat Mitzvah every other weekend, getting to wear a new dress each time and playing spin the bottle at the after parties. As an adult I’ve gone to a couple of church weddings and recently went to one in a Temple. (Side note: for purposes here on out in this blog post, what I am talking about does not apply at all to that wedding.) Lots of traditional type mass services, big beautiful white dresses...

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