“What you call yourself matters.
Words send signals, labels are magnetic.
Your soul deserves accuracy.”- Danielle LaPorte
My latest lesson has come up half a dozen times in the last few weeks. Lessons are like that. First they tap and then they knock and then they yell and then they show up with a brass band, horses and hula-hooping acrobats. I’m trying to learn how to listen when they tap or knock because it is getting increasingly difficult to clean up horse shit.
Jamie and the amazing group of women from Circe’s Circle were the tap. It wasn’t easy being called on my lack of ability to say, “I am a writer,” but it was exactly what I needed. Then I opened Danielle LaPorte’s site this morning and I heard a knock. I figured I’d better answer this door before the yelling starts.
“Recognize if you’ve outgrown your “title”.
Deepen your claim, or lighten it right up.
Carve out your own personal lexicon. Snug, and radiant.
Educate people in who you are.
We want to know, for real. ” – Danielle LaPorte
Who am I?
Armed with journal, pen, and my pink suede Oxford Dictionary for clarification, I am off to make a list. My soul does deserve accuracy. (As does yours – you are welcome to join me. Who accurately are you?)
I’ll meet you soon.
xo
I am in the middle of a life-long love affair with books. As I type, I am surrounded by a riotous bookshelf, a shorter cubby-hole of precious volumes, and at least three piles of books on the floor of my office that have not yet found permanent homes. I’m so obsessed that my husband had to intervene a few years ago when the postman started making cracks about us keeping Amazon afloat.
