Pay For It?

Knowing when to ask for help is a hallmark of health.

Not a sign of weakness.

Or of moral collapse.

Nope, asking for help is a sign of self-awareness and strength.

And I am feeling quite self-aware and strong this week because I not only asked for help, but I got it.  I was so serious about getting help, darlings, that I paid for it.

When I’m willing to pay, I know I’m serious.

Now, for someone who has written a book with “De-clutter” in the title, you may find it odd to hear that I hired a de-clutterer.  But I did.  And it may just be the best money I’ve spent in a long time.  Because what had been a problem area – an unfinished storage area in my basement stuffed to the rafters with junk – has changed from being a stinking, rotting albatross around my neck to a chirpy Bluebird of Happiness on my shoulder.

I’ve thrown away 15 boxes full of junk.  Nine large green trash bags of… trash.  I have sorted toys and clothes and a huge pile of stuff is going to Goodwill.  And what I’m keeping is stuff I want, or is useful, or is loved.

I feel so relieved.  And happy that the thing I no longer need might be just the thing someone else will love.

And I couldn’t have done it on my own.  I know this.  How?  Because I routinely went down there, trash bags in hand, opened the door, full of intention to Clean This Place Up, and got immediately overwhelmed.  Where to start? How to start?  I’d usually end up heaving a huge sigh as I turned on my heel, snapped off the light and shut the door. Until I got up the courage to go down there again, which would always end in the same frustrating and diminishing result:  nothing done.

By getting the right kind of help this week, I was able to get the right kind of result.

So that’s why I hired a coach, too.

For someone who is a coach, you may find it odd to hear that I hired a coach.  But I did.  And it just may be the best money I’ve spent in a long time.  Because I was able to get clear on some very important things about my business and my life.  Clear enough to make really good decisions.

Now, I have to say that I’m one lucky woman.  I am in a circle of exceptional, generous coaches who coach each other on an as-needed basis.  It’s a tremendous gift and I am very grateful for the connection with these wonderful people.  But there is something that happens when you pay for what you need.  Maybe you take it more seriously, because you’re invested.  Maybe it has to do with making a commitment.   Maybe the formality of sending a check amps the meaning up a bit.

Regardless.  By working with a coach, I will be a better coach.  A happier person. And that’s a great “get”.

So, let’s talk about you.  Where do you need help?

Can you identify the results you’d like?  And find the perfect person to help you get there?

Can you call them today?  And to prove that you’re serious about getting this thing done, pay them?

Because, trust me, your life will be so much better when you do.

Birthing a Book



Ladies and gentlemen — drumroll, please — I am happy to announce that my book has been published. Lose Weight, Find Love, De-Clutter & Save Money: Essays on Happier Living became available just this week, and I am tickled pink.

More than just being pleased, I have to say that I am somewhat overwhelmed.

When I was 9 years old, I wanted to write a book. I experimented using a marbled composition book with impossibly fat lines, writing a knock-off of The Secret of the Old Clock (Nancy Drew, naturally), throwing in a little bit of Harriet the Spy. I assembled sheets of paper in pocket folders, and made elaborate title pages. I illustrated. One of my early works involved a doughnut with hay fever. (Don’t ask.) I went through a somewhat odd haiku-on-onion-skin-paper phase. Oh, I tried many ways to pull a book together.

But experimentation was all it was.

I have been a lifelong reader. Can’t remember learning to read, as a matter of fact. Always remember just knowing how to read. Even today, I read a couple of books a week. Love reading. Love learning. Love books.

Now, I hold a real, live book in my hand… and my name is on it.

How’s it feel? As writer Diana Gabaldon said of her first book, “It’s like giving birth, without the stitches.”

Miraculous.

How did I do it? My book is a collection of essays that have appeared in this blog and the newsletter over the past several years. The idea of “writing a book” seemed daunting — but the idea of writing a weekly essay? Much easier. And at some point, I realized I had the makings of a nice book. Had I not had the deadline of writing here, weekly, perhaps my dream of writing a book would have remained exactly that.

Good lesson, huh?

So, if you’d like to visit Amazon.com and purchase a copy (or two, or three, or four), you can click here: Lose Weight, Find Love, De-Clutter & Save Money: Essays on Happier Living.

And, before I go, let me thank you readers, for giving me an audience to read what it is I write. Many, many thanks to each of you.