In it, during an early exercise, we ask participants to answer this question:

What is the most important conversation you are NOT having?

We ask participants to post their responses in this format, avoiding confidential information:

With ______ About _______.

I am not at all surprised to learn that many people when responding are avoiding a conversation with themselves.

Having the often-avoided and oh, so important conversation with ourselves is the primary focus of today’s blog.

A Good Talking To

The poet and speaker David Whyte suggests that as adults, we need to give ourselves a “good talking to” from time to time. Perhaps it is because no one else has the guts to do it now that we’re all grown up. I do not know whether he insists the “conversation” goes on out loud. I do know from my own experience, that verbalizing those bald truths makes it impossible for me to ignore them.

It has been dawning on me these last two years, that somewhere, somehow along my journey, Discipline lost its way. I recall in earlier years a mentor telling me that he wished he had my discipline, so “I had it, I know I did!” I hear myself say encouragingly.

Last January I took stock of my difficult truths:

1) I had allowed the excuse of a slow healing knee to keep me from exercising – something I had always done – you guessed it – in a disciplined way. As a consequence, I had gained a dozen pounds and was in the worst shape of my life.

2) I had allowed red meat and fried foods to slowly infiltrate my eating habits. I went from eating red meat once or twice a year to once or twice a week. I went from “No fried foods” to filching my husband’s fries – or even ordering fried clams from The Ramp (the absolute BEST place for “healthy” fried food – or any gourmet comfort food for that matter!)

3) Increasingly, my love affair with wine was becoming a concern. Two or three glasses each time were a thoughtless necessity rather than a once-in-a-while choice.

Perhaps those things don’t sound too bad to you. Perhaps they sound horrifying. Each of us has our own struggles that feel smaller or greater by comparison. To me, it was evidence that I needed to reacquaint myself with Discipline.

This slippage in behavior happened so slowly that it was hard to detect rationally. It was as if all of the sudden I woke up to a new series of consequences in my life and wondered where I had gotten off track. Beware the moment by moment choices that, as Annie Dillard once wrote become, “how we spend our lives.”

Reacquainting with Discipline

It would be nice to describe the intentional way I made specific and planned changes in my life. I imagine the story: How I created a Ceremony of Commitment for myself, involved friends and family and chronicled the whole process. Not so! It was and is much more organic than that. Funny thing though, as I look back at my journaling, I signaled a readiness to change in my entry on Tuesday January 20, 2009, Inauguration Day for President Obama, our 45^th President of the United States. I wrote:

“To inaugurate means to begin. Today I am witness to what I hope will be a new chapter in America — and in my life.”

I set in motion some things, intentional or not.

I have Daryl Conant, owner of the Fitness Nuthouse to thank for providing the inspiration, information and personal challenge to me in physical fitness (he calls it FAT LOSS) as well as in nutrition. The results? In many of the metrics that count, I now range from ideal to average: Resting Heart Rate, % Body Fat, Blood Pressure, Cholesteral, Triglycerides, and Body Mass Index.

And I always have my thoughtful, generous and warm-hearted husband to thank for EVERYTHING that brings me joy.

It’s not easy, this vigilance of responsibility. There is an appeal to the looseness of living more carefree – or perhaps I should say less intentionally, more thoughtlessly. However, today I am laughing more. I am not plagued with guilt. I feel as though an omnipresent heaviness had lifted. I feel ready for a new challenge.

So I ask you:

What is the most important conversation you want to have with yourself?

Is it about wellness? Or about work? It is about your relationship with yourself? Or with others?

What part of your best self do you wish to be re-acquainted with?

Set your intention and watch what appears!

Life and death,

a twisted vine sharing a single root

A water bright green

stretching to top a twisted yellow

only to wither itself

as another green unfolds overhead

One leaf atop another

yet under the next,

a vibrant tapestry of arcs and falls

all in the act of becoming.

Death is the passing of life.

And life

is the stringing together of so many little

passings.   ~ Rabbi Rami M. Shapiro

We watch September skies become a deeper blue, and feel a new edge in the wind. We are keenly aware that Summer’s party is nearing an end. The gradual and beautiful decline of our full-leafed trees keeps our eyes ever upward, taking in the vibrancy of color.

Autumn. Such a symbolic time. Everything in nature is dying, only to return again next Spring. Rejuvenated and yet, not quite the same.

This is the time to contemplate what is “dying” inside of us. For some, what is dying is unplanned and undesired. My friend, Rob, for example, has just been notified that he has lost his job as Executive Director of an organization he was devoted to heart and soul. Another friend, B.J., is recovering from the loss of what to many women is the essence of her femininity with the radical removal of a cancer-filled breast.

For these friends and many like them, there is little choice in the situation. Only how best to deal with it. And they deal — perhaps bravely or with hand-wringing, with faith or fists raised, alone or through the help of friends.

For the rest of us, we have a choice in this season: We can choose to intentionally “die” to the thing that no longer serves us, in the act of becoming.

What no longer serves you? What do you know deeply in your heart that you must walk away from?

We ALL know our own opportunities — the mind chatter of our 2AM restlessness reveals them to us.

Is it medicating away our stress (call it fears) through the happy haze of martinis or beer?

Is it hanging on to a relationship that only drains us and turns us bitter?

Is it neglecting our holy bodies in sessions of binge eating?

Is it as simple as telling ourselves small lies so as not to stand up for what we believe?

What is nudging you for resolution?

The Importance of Ritual

If you feel the readiness to surrender that thing that no longer serves you, congratulations! This is a courageous act. One that begs for ritual to signify its importance.

I use rituals all the time. They help to solidify my intent. For example, when I realize I am in a work-related funk (of whatever sort or cause); I leave my office for the kitchen, and make myself a cup of Sweeten the Mind tea.  [It happens to be the byline on the Vanilla Almond flavor made by The Republic of Tea.] In this small act, I am filled with intent — to shift and reframe my mood to one of calmness and sweetness. And no surprise the power of intent — it works!

I invite you to consider a form of ritual to honor and solidify your letting go process.

Exercise:

Carve out some time for yourself and simply stop the doing of things. Just be still in contemplating what it is you wish to let go of. Be in an appreciative space in thinking about the behavior, issue or situation. Think about how it has helped you learn and grow. Now take a walk outside. Sometimes the splendor of nature can help us in our letting go process. My friend, Anne Fitzgerald would say, “when you feel heavy, give your heaviness to the rocks because they can carry that heaviness.” Find something that can be symbolic of your letting go (examples: a decaying leaf or twig). Blow into it what you want to let go of. Journey to a stream, the ocean, or even a high place without water. Release your symbolic object — with silence or a word or chants or screams — whatever feels right to you.

As the beautiful poem by Rabbi Shapiro suggests, “life is the stringing together of so many little passings.”  This season of decay and dying, as colorful as it is, a will result in a stark landscape of grays and browns. Dying is necessary in order for the cycle of rebirth to continue in spring. Dying is necessary in order to make space for something new. Something better. More aligned with who you are now, or who you are becoming.

A friend of mine, Fran, took a workshop in which participants were asked to reflect upon and then list their single greatest fear. Many of the respondents listed things like, “death”, “fear of becoming ill”, or “fear for my son’s safety”. Fran’s was, “being disapproved of”. It was eye opening for her. “Being disapproved of? Come on! That’s my greatest fear?” she thought to herself. “I need help!”

I have at times taken my people-pleasing role as seriously as Fran had taken hers. In fact, I wonder if it is my biggest fear as well. It is certainly not one of the usual list toppers. For example, it is not public speaking. I do that for a living and love it. It is not death. I’m a Hospice volunteer, I am not afraid of death. In fact, one of my favorite quotes is,

“The soul leaves a body as a school boy jumps through a school door — suddenly, and with joy. There is no horror in death.” ~from the movie, “A Rumor of Angels”.

(But now I’m making all the rest of you freaked out, so I’ll continue my assertion.)

The point is that as she tells this story, I see myself in it completely. I remember the sudden realization at 37 years old that I had no idea who I was. I had lived most of my life being “Gold Star Girl”, a name applied to me by my writing coach some years ago. You know, the kind who is busy doing what others think is the “right thing” while not having a single notion of what really matters to her.

Who were these “others” who were so influential? First, my parents. They urged me, “Become an engineer. It’s good pay and a secure job.” They valued that quite a bit, having had eight children. Yet as an engineer, I was like the proverbial round peg in a square hole.

Second, it was a consulting client – I called him “the vortex” because he consumed so much of his staff’s (and my) life. “Come, be a part of my team and we’ll develop new products for amazing markets!” This was his entrepreneurial dream. Not mine. The list goes on. In fact, at one point in my life, I drew apicture of myself and my formula for success: Success = what everyone else says it is!

So at the moment in my life when I realized I didn’t have a clue who I was, the worse part was that I feared I stood for nothing. I had no picture of myself outside of what I had created by following others’ dreams or values. Naturally this sent shock waves though me. And for the next several years, I began to unearth the Jenny that only an inner voice knew. It was terrifying. It is the subject of a manuscript I have written, so I won’t continue it here. Accept to say that as time went on, new interests stirred in me. Passions I did not know I had (like songwriting) – or was too afraid to mention – began to bloom.

Now, entranced in a whole new life for myself, I wonder, did Gold Star Girl really die? Would I be willing to actively “seek disapproval” to prove it?

As evidence that at least one other has done this, I present my amazing friend, Fran, once again. Did I mention that as a personal learning challenge she prayed for situations where she would have the opportunity to stand firm in disapproval? Oh, yes, the universe is amazingly supportive in giving you what you ask for. And she got them – loads of opportunities! In one of the worst, she simply bombed at an important workshop for scientists. These scientists routinely thrashed speakers for sport. She was afraid to speak to large groups. They wanted data. She had heartfelt experiential data. The sought to critically analyze her assertions. She wanted them to talk about their feelings. When she describes how truly awful it was, I squirm. This would be a fate worse than death.

But here’s the kicker: she didn’t cave. She stood in the fire of their disapproval and smiled. She also continued to put herself in front of large groups, learning as she went about how to simply be herself and let the rest be okay.

Today, she is no longer afraid to speak to large groups. She now stands firm with her experiential data. And guess what? People LOVE her. Okay, it may not be scientists that are her target market. But she is changing perspectives, beliefs – and lives.

So, it seems in this life of duality – both business consulting and songwriting – that a song has emerged out of holding this idea of seeking disapproval. Perhaps it is the start of actually doing it. In my experience, once I write a song, I am much more inclined to “live into it”.

Here is the chorus:

Seeking disapproval from a whole bunch of people.

Why does that seem like fate worse than death?

Watching their arms cross and lips purse in judgment

Give me that learning again and again.

What is your biggest fear? How might you lean into that resistance?

Fran leaned. I’m leaning. Go ahead, lean a little.

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One day after performing for a large crowd at a Christmas concert, “Embrace the Season” sponsored by the United Baptist Church in Saco, Maine. I am keenly aware of the musicians with heart who comprised the “& Friends” portion of “Jennifer Comeau & Friends”.

I decided to share my introduction notes with you. I hope you can imagine them jamming in our final songs, “Go Tell it On the Mountain” and my own, “3AM Blues“. Their music is still ringing joyously in my ears.

Heartfelt thanks to these very good teachers and Friends!

Jen’s Notes from the concert:

These talented musicians make my job so easy – and lots of fun. Please help me show my appreciation for them. Mickey Roache on lead guitar (among the many instruments he plays) is not only a huge talent, but he has a gentle heart and has been a guitar mentor for me. Maker of flutes and now, of beautiful silver jewelry; suburban farmer, and knower of all things music, the multi-talented, Mickey Roache!

Michael McNerney – the man behind those drums – is not only a classically trained percussionist and great friend, but he owns Port Media recording studio and co-produced my CD, “Feed the Tribe” The man makes me laugh, helps hold us in tempo better than anyone I know, and is a great friend – Michael McNerney!

“The “rock”, as we call him, John Comeau is on bass. He is a multi-dimensional man of intellect and heart. “Holder of my kite string” and man of my dreams, I’m a lucky girl. And I can’t tell you how much fun it is to share the natural high of music with him – together learning, together finding new ways to express our joy. Thank you – John Comeau!

Wiley Beveridge is a man who has exacting musical standards when playing piano and yet has an amazing ability to be loose and fun in his delivery. That is a sign of a true professional who someone you definitely want to make music with. It is Wiley’s beautiful song, “You Are Welcome Here” that I listen to over and over just before a concert. His music comforts, inspires and makes us grateful to be in his world. Wiley Beveridge!

I am grateful to have my friend, talented vocalist and Union Church leader, Ada Goff “in the house” tonight. You know in the intensity of seeking to create the best song arrangements, it is not only talent that I seek. It is a certain kind of spirit. A spirit of genuine appreciation for music, of kinship and mutual respect and most importantly, a recognition that something HOLY is at work in the making of music. The belief that music transforms everyday moments into magical ones. Ada Goff is a personification of this spirit. Thank you, Ada Goff!

I am delighted to welcome Mary Kennedy to this event. Mary is the real deal — continuing her extensive musical training in Flute and Saxophone with a Masters Degree from Longy School of Music in Cambridge and is being mentored in jazz improvisation by the great Charlie Benacus. A therapist by day, Mary has certainly provided the coolest musical therapy to our group. Thank you, Mary Kennedy!

I am sure these musicians would love to hear your comments and posts about the concert. In a few emails and phone calls today, I have heard:

• We’re all still high after last night’s concert performance! Fantastic job!!!
• The concert was fabulous! You all did a fantastic job and can be immensely proud of yourselves. Thanks you for all the had work to put this together, it seemed effortless to all of us (but we know it is really a lot of work!) KUDOS to all of you.
• Your voice is a great pleasure to listen to.
• It was great!
• That Mickey can make a guitar sound like no one else!
• Peter came home with raves!!
• We thoroughly enjoyed your concert. It was worth the wait! Just consider us among your “groupies”. Wherever you play, we will show up.
• Mary Kennedy was on fire! What a talent!
• Your concert was so much fun!! The songs you write are beautiful, and the voices and instruments blend so well together. Thanks to you and “your friends” for great entertainment.
• Wiley Beveridge is like a tuxedo with tails for your group - high class!

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Note: To listen to the song One Constellation.

A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of spending a weekend camping with girls 5 - 16 years old as part of a local Maine Girl Scout “camporee”. I was the staring attraction for Saturday evening, with tired but expectant girls arriving at a large campfire just as darkness descended. Mind you, I couldn’t compete with the traditional “smores” that were planned, and tried to keep my guitar away from all that — GOO — while 60-some girls went to and fro the roaring fire with marshmallows in various darkened stages. It began to be funny, this “keeping the guitar safe”, with the scout leaders joining in and forming a wall of safety.

At long last, satiated by sweets, the girls settled in to soak up the warmth of a fire and share song and story.

I began with some songs everyone knew. For example, “The Bear Song” (”The other day, I met a bear. A great big bear, in the woods out there….”) I fear those of you who know this song will not be able to sleep tonight as it will be playing over and over in your head. Sorry! Others: “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”, and “On Top of Spaghetti”….

Next, each troop offered a song of their own. Quite a delight.

Finally, my troop leader contact, Karen Hinchliffe, began to ask me some questions about the art of songwriting. “Which comes first, the melody or the words?”. I turned it back to the girls and asked them: Have you ever made up a song in your head? Which comes first? As with many things in life, it is never predictable and always different. Sometimes a phrase haunts me for days and then suddenly emerges as a melody and song. Sometimes a melody pops into my head seeking words. (I’ve been working on one dynamite blues melody that came to me — still don’t *feel* the emotion enough to convert to a song with lyrics!)

Next, she asked me, “Can you help us write a song?”. Why yes! I said, swallowing hard. Why not? And so I described that all songs are fundamentally written about “what you know”. In that approach, lies authenticity and truth. So, given this weekend’s theme of Astronomy, I asked them to think about what they’ve done or learned that they might want to write about.

And so it began. One girl boldly offered that “We’re all stars in the sky.” So, I strummed some common chords: G, C, D. Then, I advised that most songs, though not all, rhymed. So, we want to rhyme with the word, “sky”, I urged. From the fire lit darkness I heard a voice, “How about, ‘One Constellation…um, uh, … ‘ And then another voice, “Way up high!”.

And in that moment, a song began. It is a simple song, exactly the right kind for sitting around a campfire. But the theme — about each of us being different in our own special way AND at the same time being a part of One Constellation — carried with it a wisdom greater than our own. The experience of creating something unique in the world was enchanting. So much so, that the Girl Scouts decided they wanted to record the song. And so, we now have a beautiful version — recorded at Port-Media, with Michael McNerney, the co-Producer of my own CD, Feed the Tribe.

I leave you with a note from my good friend and wonderful scout leader, Karen in her email to the troops:

A very special thanks to the generosity the following people showed us in sharing their many gifts and talents with us today in studio to create: One Constellation (2008) Recorded and produced by Michael McNerney (www.port-media.com) with Mickey Roache (acoustic guitar), John Comeau (bass guitar) and our own angelic star singer/songer Jennifer Comeau (www.jennifercomeau.com) who co-wrote this song with us during Girl Scouts of Maine at a Machigonne Neighborhood Camporee and who today directed 20 “nex-jen-ers” from Troops 1700, 1712, 1921 and 2166.

Oh glorious day!

your blue jean skies and sapphire seashore

glittering like a New Year’s gown

your racing plovers chubby from summer’s feast

and warm white sands littered with dried kelp;

your stony, tidal islands

protecting us from ourselves.

A lone seagull stands

sentry at my blanket

as I count five last boats–

a vestige of summer’s crowds.

Rhythmic waves pause in meditative breath,

slipping noiselessly to shore.

When Mars was close in our late summer skies

and I depleted from hosting hordes,

September dawned

a glorious chapter

in the long book of my life.

A Meditative Walk at the Franciscan Monastery in Kennebunkport

I stroll to an outdoor shrine

in honor of Our Lady’s visit to Lourdes.

Two elderly women occupy

space on the sun-bleached benches, lips

moving, eyes closed.

I ease down in the front row

and gaze upward at Mary’s white marbled

likeness. The serenity here penetrates

instantly. I begin

to relax as tears of release spring

from my eyes.

On a woodland path I pass

an Erma Bombeck look-alike in pink;

big sparkly cross dangles

below her breasts. She emits

a shy hello, her heady perfume

trails along like a bride’s train.

Mushrooms – honey and golden, sculpted

like stacks of pancakes — rest

atop nature’s platter, made punky

by last week’s rains.

To the coastal trail

I go where mosquitoes

cannot fly in the quickening salt breeze.

In the sun

now on a grassy point, absorbing

the heat from a green wooden Adirondack chair

I watch a blonde in her canary yellow kayak struggle

against these stiff winds. I am facing

west

my most auspicious direction says the ancient

Chinese Bagua. I conclude

a friar must come to this sacred

spot each evening, to watch

the sun slip below the trees

(at least that’s what I would do).

If I close my right eye

and squint my weak left, the inlet

looks like a razzle dazzle Christmas light show

that never

never

ends.

Kylie’s Chance motors by chock full of sightseers

listening to the helmsman’s steady cadence

of interesting tid bits about The Port.

Grebes paddle this way and that

sucking the grasses near the rocks. A pair

moves near me as if to visit; and then

away again.

Hinckley’s, Zodiacs, Boston Whalers and the double-masted schooner Eleanor,

cruise by with colorfully dressed

families, happy

against a deep blue sky. A waft

of fried clams drifts over from Arundel Wharf.

Ummm. My stomach responds.

But

I make no move

to leave. I feel

deliciously pinned to this spot,

to this

stillness.

My body and spirit have been

waiting for this

moment for an eternity.

On the way out I stop at the statue

of Kateri Tekakwitha, ‘Lily of the Mohawks’.

Beneath a granite rock on her alter

I place a note, a declaration

of my state

of mind: “I am drenched

in Your grace and it slows

my pace.

I know

I know

I know.”

Suggested Practice: Meditation Walk

Carve out some time to meander in a favorite place.

Have no destination in mind.

Simply allow whatever catches your attention to guide your pace.

Move when you become aware that it is time to move.

Pause when an inner *something* asks that you pause.

There is nothing that needs to be accomplished.

Notice what happens to your breath; your mind; your body; your spirit.

Inspiration for this walk: Sabbath ~ Finding Rest, Renewal, and Delight in Our Busy Lives, by Wayne Muller, ©1999, Bantam Books.

©2008, Jennifer Comeau. All rights reserved.

It has been all over the news, with Chinese and international voices crying foul over the “lip syncing incident” at the beautiful opening ceremonies of the Olympic Games in China.

Yes, it certainly seems “unfair” and “disingenuous” to show a “perfect” (the Chinese have used that word a lot) Lin Miaoke singing “Hymn to the Motherland”, rather than the real singer, Yang Peiyi.

The Chinese have a saying: ‘Gold and jade on the outside, but just cotton on the inside’. Hmmm. Is that applicable here? Perhaps. What strikes me is how quickly the world jumped to criticism and what appears to me to be hypocritical judgment about this incident. This happens everywhere. Obese people are continually discriminated against. A study published in the June 2004 Journal of Applied Psychology demonstrates that tall people make more money. (“The results suggest that tall individuals have advantages in several important aspects of their careers and organizational lives.”) The plain fact is that in spite of pithy sayings like, “It’s what’s on the inside that counts”, the world’s current definition of success seems to give merit to physical qualities more often than what lies beneath.

David Cooperider, founder of Appreciative Inquiry states: “We grow in the direction of the questions we ask”. With that in mind I ask the question: What is possible if each of us were only to see the beauty inside?

I created this activity as part of a Human Resources Conference workshop I gave in May. The workshop centered on the theme of individual contribution within the broader organizational – and global – whole.

The premise is that in these past two decades of stress, where decision making is speeding up, work hours are lengthening, and there has been a breakdown of commitment between employer and employee – we are losing sight of the perspective of the whole. We’ve tended to hunker down in an attempt to slow things down, and yet, there is a deeper, persistent intra-planetary drumbeat that cannot be ignored.

You may be thinking: Why should I care about global issues? I can barely manage my own work hassles and family life? For some, the best coping mechanism is to disengage with the larger world. Although our industrial era culture may have taught us differently, we are all a part of the delicate web of interrelationships called the planet earth. While perhaps not always seen or even recognized, the global landscape is having and will continue to have an impact on each of us. It remains only a matter of when this reality becomes figural for us.

Have you disengaged from the larger conversation around you? What is the box you have built around yourself? To create an opportunity to see differently, try the following activity.

Steps:

1) Download and print (2-sided) the Global Landscape Cards. (Don’t look at the back side if you can help it. That has the “answers”.) Note: you will notice several blank cards. Add some of your own data to the deck.

global_landscape_cards_front

global_landscape_cards_back

2) You won’t want to play this alone. It’s not as fun. Find family members or friends, or work colleagues to “play”. This won’t take more than 30 minutes. (Caution! It could catalyze long, pleasant or unnerving conversations.)

3) Divide your group into teams. Each team gets a deck of Global Landscape Cards.

4) Play “true/false” with each of the statements on the Landscape Cards. Keep score of which ones and how many you or your group get correct.

5) Set up some competition – hey, that’s the Western culture way. Perhaps the first team who finishes with the most correct answers wins. Offer fabulous prizes to the winner. Or not.

Note: In spite of the rational, linear set of steps I’ve outlined above, I would suggest that you and those involved abandon all expectations of what should happen in the space you create together. There is no right or wrong way to use these cards. Be present to your individual and joint sense of what wants to happen in the moment.

Post activity thought starters:

What card was a surprise to you?

What did you notice about the cards?

What did you notice about your reaction to the activity?

What part was most difficult or easy?

Now reflect upon the following:

Who am I uniquely in relation to this global conversation?

What role will I choose to play in creating a higher vision of human purpose in the 21^st century?

I’m curious to know how the activity works for you. Keep me posted.

Reason Number One: The work there no longer served me. That is, it did not stretch or challenge me in a way that gave meaning to my life (Note: I even wrote a song about it: Reference: “Baltimore” on my music CD.); and Reason Number Two: I wanted time to launch the CD properly and afterward, to grow and expand my personal retreat business.

So here I am in the afterward. For the first time since March, it hit me. What I have traded away to follow my heart has a value in the six-figures.

Does that feel heroic or just plain foolish? Depends upon when you catch me with that question. Today I wonder: What if I had continued to earn that money and taken a goodly part of it to give to my two philanthropic causes? They would have LOTS more money sooner than it will take for me to sell my music CDs and give them the proceeds. In that light, it indeed seems foolish.

And yet.

There’s Reason Number One to remember. Finding meaning in my work is all about a desire not to be a statistic. In a Cornell study of Varieties of Regret, most of us, about 70%, expressed regrets of INACTION when looking back on life. That is, steps not taken, things not done. Do you want to be one of those people? I certainly don’t. It’s what drives me to move through my fears and ignore the mind chatter that wants to tell me how foolish I was for leaving that large client.

What will be the price tag I am able to put on a life well lived? I imagine myself an old woman. My toothless smile stretches widely as I sit rocking in a chair, arms folded over my ratty blue sweater. I am a trifle smug, knowing that upon waking up in my forties, I didn’t cop out. I didn’t sell my soul. Knowing that I kept putting myself out there and being open to whatever appears.

And then there’s Reason Number Three: My music gets to live in the world. Each song is, in my view, a being – alive with story and emotion, vibrating in its own resonance. Each song can change our hearts, can shift us to a new place of awareness or understanding. And what a thrill it is to know with each purchase of a CD or an mp3 download, another person receives the product of my creation (or more aptly put: “The product of the Divine blowing into me the words and music I claim as my own”). Now that’s priceless.

So here I am today, feeling steadfast in this afterward. Yes, I’ve reefed in my spending sails a bit. No, I do not know what stormy seas await. Nor do any of us, be we doing meaningful work or otherwise.