I’ve been dragging my feet (or fingers as the case may be) for more than 24 hours on this post. When the idea first struck me I was driving to the yoga studio for my evening class, so I simply called and left myself a message with the details.
I was on fire with the idea.
Because I was going to come out of the closet and blow the handles off the box that I’ve been hiding my truth within and that seemed really fun and bold and noteworthy, at least while I was on my way to yoga.
Then, this morning I got up at the crack of dawn to head to a networking meeting (although I love networking, I’ve got a love-hate thing going with alarm clocks and early mornings – okay, it’s mostly a hate-hate thing) and when I returned I had follow up to do with the really wonderful people I met (some of whom are eager to work with me – so maybe there is a reason to get out of bed in the morning!)
After following up it was time to write. But then I haggled with myself whether or not the idea from last night was really all that good of an idea. Especially since I had just met a whole bunch of people who were going to be heading to my website to check me out, and well, I didn’t want them to think I was weird or anything.
So, I ignored the idea and finished up the Networking with Purpose Program workbook (shameless plug & by the way you get automatically into the Social Media Networking program that hasn’t even been formally announced yet, too) , wrote my newsletter and sent it out, and visited my dear friends at the United States Postal Service to mail a few more welcome packages to new and returning hand analysis clients. By the time I got home it was time to walk the dogs and enjoy some fresh air.
Time to get serious and let go of the wimp
Now, I’ve turned off the email, TweetDeck and Facebook and am ready to tell you my secret. Because I figure if it got me so worked up that I was AFRAID of what new people would think, and the only reason I really don’t want to share it is because of fear then, well, I have to. It’s my purpose to trust my truth.
Here’s the deal.
I’m psychic. Forget what I danced around in the post of a similar name, I am psychic.
You’ll notice that I did not say I am A Psychic. That would imply (to me, anyway) that the way I make my living, the role that I have chosen, the moniker or job title I wanted to wear was “A Psychic.”
It’s not my role. It’s not my title. It’s just who I am.
Now some of you (maybe all of you?) may be saying, “No duh,” to my big scary revelation. Perhaps it’s been obvious to you all along that as I dodged questions about whether or not you have to be psychic to read hands (you don’t, but it can help) I was really just hiding from own truth.
I was hiding for several reasons:
- Psychics don’t have the best reputation in the world
- Part of my life purpose is Integrity – so I didn’t want to be lumped with those folks I allude to in #1
- I believe everyone is psychic
- I didn’t want people to mock me or reject me
- I don’t think I have any special powers and don’t want you to call me out for being human
- I’ve only been studying and practicing and applying my psychic abilities for 8 years and it seems that there’s still a lot to learn and practice and I don’t want to disappoint you
- I don’t want to be mocked (yeah, it bears repeating)
- I want to focus on helping business owners make money, not doing dog & pony shows to show off my psychic ability
- I’m still a skeptic myself and adore the show the Mentalist which does its best to debunk the myth of psychics
- I want you to still like me
- My family already thinks I’m off-the-wall, this may send the over the edge
So even if you’ve known it and I’ve known it, somehow by not talking about it I’ve been able to avoid all those awkward and painful and confusing feelings that come with coming out of the closet.
Look, I’m much more than psychic. I’m funny. I’m passionate. I’m a little neurotic about keeping the kitchen sink clean. I’m obsessed with dogs. I’m a step-mom. I’m a partner to an amazing, funny, wise man. I’m a writer. I’m a coach. The list goes on, but of course you see that.
So now you know. Now you know. This is my secret. The more I flex this psychic muscle of mine the easier it gets to tell my truth (even if this is the truth I didn’t want to tell you). The more fun it is to do my work and the easier it is to be real and transparent in my work. Not surprisingly, the more I’m open and honest about my skills the greater are the results my clients get when they work with me. (But you don’t have to be psychic to figure that out, right?)
What’s your scary secret? Are you psychic too? Not sure? Now you know you can ask me questions, pick my brain and share you story with me – I want to help you come out and say you’re psychic too. Discuss – please!