Posted last night:
I’ve been working on a story to share with you that will eventually be modified for my book, Rise of the Heartist. On this day where we celebrate one of the real life heroes of our time, it felt relevant to share…in reverence for the Reverend.
My favorite researcher, Brené Brown, says that vulnerability is “the only path to courage”. So fucking true.
A couple of nights ago I did something that terrified me more than my first time getting on stage as a skinny, awkward 7th grader belting out the opening song in “The Whiz”.
I was asked to speak at event and share a bit about my mission…to rise up a modern renaissance of “heartists” and storytellers who can help humanity remember how to create from the heart and live from love.
I was guided to open with a very intimate story of discovering my own personal heartistry, which happens to be one of the most tender (and heart-breaking) moments of my life.
It didn’t actually make any sense. The event was in a 500-person concert venue with an enormous bar, multiple levels, and hundreds of people who came to dance to rock music.
It would have been so much easier to say as few words as possible (knowing that half of the audience wasn’t in a space to really receive what I was sharing). I knew that I could get up there, jump around, get people to playfully connect, sing, laugh and dance, freestyle a little bit, let the main act take it home, roll off the stage on my knee scooter (for those of you who don’t know, I have a broken foot ;-)) and call it a night.
But this mission-o-mine has been ripening on the vine for years, and I knew this was an opportunity to grow beyond my comfort zone. To risk approval. To face rejection.
And I did.
In fact, while I was singing I heard one lady yell,
“Sing a song!!!”
She shouted this right in the middle of me sharing the vulnerable story, which is pretty much equivalent to saying “Shut your freakin’ trap and get on with it!!!” 😉
But there were some people there who were really ready for this message. I believe that most humans would actually feel more freedom, joy and love in their lives and be a bigger contribution to the planet if they spent as much time in their hearts as they do in their minds.
I can’t help but feel that I play a role in this shift.
I also know that the only way I am going to grow as a leader, as a speaker, and as a person, is to put myself out there and do what scares me. As my friend Clay Hebert said, “You don’t get the muscles by reading fitness books”… you have to get your butt in the gym.
I know that I am, as are many of you are, designed as a way paver…experimenting with new ways of being, based on environmental factors that are entirely different than the survival needs of our predecessors. We are psychologically programmed to be risk-averse when it comes to social rejection…and I am still, at the age of 38, uncovering tendencies to choose what feels good over what feels true.
But there is a cost that we incur when we modify ourselves, deny the gifts we’ve been given, and withhold the truth that we know, which is far greater than losing the favor of our peers.
It is the subtle dishonoring of our lifeforce.
The precious gift from our creator…and when we get switched on to knowing how sacred that is, we begin to lose our own approval every time we sidestep the opportunities to share.
I’m not here to coast by. I’m here to shape culture, and to offer myself undefended, so that hopefully, others can take down their defenses and be seen…and then perhaps we can actually connect with each other and feel the empathy, admiration, adoration and love that is so desperately needed on the planet at this time.
Have you ever noticed that the more we challenge ourselves to remove our masks and share the real stuff, the lighter and more relaxed we feel?
Have you ever noticed, that the more someone else offers up their fears, insecurities, and character-shaping moments of choice, the more respect and compassion we feel?
At the end of the day, whether our “gym” was the stage, a conference, the boardroom, or the bedroom, the more we invest in the muscles that take down the armor, rather than hold it up (or in), and the stronger we become.
It is this strength that helps us develop an unwavering connection to what’s being asked of us…even when it doesn’t make sense…even when it’s not exactly what everyone wants to hear…even when we’re defying the very voices that we’ve relied on to keep us safe for most of our adult lives. It is also this strength that leaders like Martin Luther King Jr. emanated and embodied that shifted an entire culture into way of being that so many people deemed impossible.
On this day where we honor one of the greatest examples of leadership in human history, I dedicate that my fears become my fuel. That my passion transforms into inspired action. That together we strip away the masks that we thought would help us be accepted, in exchange for the realness and courage that will allow us to be celebrated, loved and remembered…by one or by many.
In Loving Remembrance,
Photo captured from a video clip by the illustrious and rarely on FaceBook ~ Petey Pineapple
Oh boy. Does this woman not know how to paragraph? More worrisome, Jaahass played Dorothy and screeched “Ease on Down the Road” in a middle school production of “The Whiz”[sic]? Let’s hear it for authenticy! Her woo penchant for cultural appropriation began early. And I just Kant with the MLK lead-in to Jaahass patting herself on the back for her vulnerability and courage when muttering some gibberish about being a heARTist instead of singing some gibberish with her surgically modified throat.
Hey, Magic One! We’re sure looking forward to “Portrait of the fARTist as a Young Dilettante.” Surely Donkey & her intellectual acumen, not to mention all those burned bridges, will get you a hefty advance from St. Martin’s. And if you can’t turn anything in on time and have to give back the money, well, that’s what a crucible does!
Full Disclosure: Petey Pineapple is Jaahass’s current fuck toy.
Update: MLK’s spiritual daughter wants YOU to become more authentic … by opening up your throat. #brokewoo #scamdrop