Kelly Clarkson. Day #2 of the Dancing Naked Challenge inspired by Lori Darley. Every day for the next 11 days I'm starting my day connected to my authentic self.
This is the Dancing Naked Challenge. Every day for the next 11 days I'm starting my day connected to my authentic self! Today—Beyonce.
On my way home from the Gestalt Institute of Cleveland, I reflect on spending time with other conscious leaders in such a space of raw and deep connection.
In a couple of weeks I'll be at the CEO Summit with Brené Brown who is presenting this year. Being in the same room is bringing up all kinds of emotions for me. #vulnerabilityissexy
I reflect on the experience of acting again, being the young man I once was, my envy of dancers, and my curiosity around how acting might show up again in my future.
A Live Facebook video before the launch of a show we performed Friday night in front of 900 people in Chicago. Cast included Gary Franco, Nadia Turner (American Idol), Taylor Fikes (Joffrey Ballet), Jenna Wright, and Kelsi Darby (So You Think You Can Dance). Produced by my good friend Michelle Zeitlin.
Today I'm headed into the city to act on stage again for the first time in many years. I love being back out of my comfort zone!
My dog Max is skittish when he eats. He's hungry for nourishment, but also fearful every time he has food in front of him.
I'm trying to meet myself where I am today, which is somewhat depressed.
I recently completed a proposal for some new work that I'm hungry to do and I'm finding myself nervous because I care so much.
This morning I watched risk in my professional life spill over and inspire risk in my personal life.
Today I helped an organization to roll out their core values in a way that invites their entire team into a transformational shift.
My dad has taught me so much about family.
After months of realignment (more than a year actually), I'm finding myself doing the work of a lifetime.
A good friend of mine posted a video yesterday about how quickly someone could procure an AR-15 in Orlando in the aftermath of the recent shooting. (The answer was 38 minutes by the way.)
I missed an appointment three or four years ago and the shame of that has kept me away from the dentist.
The day after the Orlando shooting where 50 people lost their lives, I woke up facing the reality of who we are as a nation. And who we are not.
Watching a close friend manage the fallout from divorce is heartbreaking.
A childhood friend is coming to town to visit tonight after an awesome week of living my purpose.
When I show up at an event, I bring a willingness to dive into real talk, and a need to dance. Bam!
When I feel the universe responding to me numerous times a day, it starts to feels like waves of energy.
Today I closed some new business, edited an interview, prepped for an upcoming speaking engagement, and won $54 playing poker. That's a damn good day.
As soon as the ink was dry on a new speaking engagement, the first emotion I felt was panic.
Since I was ten years old and looked into the eyes of my newborn cousin, I've seen myself as a father.
When I see people fighting to stay where they are I get upset.
My first union gig was 8 days on Fight Club.
I'm home sick today and everything is pissing me off.
I'm kind of impressed that it took this long to bore myself, but it's official: I'm bored of me.
On days when most people are getting together with friends to kick back a few beers together, I frequently feel isolated.
We had the bright idea of buying a used couch for my office. Yeah. That's going well.
Last night I was triggered at the Beyonce concert and I couldn't shake it.
In the last four weeks I've been friend requested on facebook by 600 new people.
Twice today my natural reaction was to go to war.
I heard that some of our staff members no longer feel in alignment with me.
A few years ago, I wrote the first book about my own journey.
Yesterday I posted about my weight. And today I'm feeling a touch of the Vulnerability Hangover.
I love the pressure of a rolling camera. I enjoy being directed. Then the photographer on set showed me some stills he had taken and my heart sank.
My email was compromised this morning and I felt tremendous anxiety for two solid hours.
I want to make faces and be silly but I'm afraid I'm rusty and that I'll embarrass myself. That is just my zombie brain talking.
In pulling out that old journal from my days in Portland I ran across this song I wrote for the woman I was with.
These are the lenses from which I viewed the world in junior high school.
This was my Oregon ID from my six months there in 1996.
I was going through old documents and boxes tonight and found this from the 5th grade, 30 years ago.
I had a plan to run through the grocery store this morning, and then I ran into an old friend.
This commercial aired for the first time during the Super Bowl in 2000. We were the first commercial after the 2nd half kickoff--prime commercial real estate.
I just got home from the Asian Foot Spa -- the most amazing gift to the world.
I got an email today about having turned someone off from working with us because of something I shared in a Vulnerability Challenge Post.
The night when an older teenager took his bag as I extended it from the window, and then spit in my face, it was my identity that felt cracked.
Life seemed safe to me during college at Millikin. And it felt safe in Los Angeles with Josh by my side, until it didn't. Until it felt very unsafe.
This was the car I bought when I first got to LA in 1996. At the time, it wasn't painted. It was just a traditional, 2-door Toyota Tercel that I paid a hard earned $2,600 for.
I remember him making a fist and saying "who am I gonna hit first." I also remember thinking that was hilarious.
I spent today inviting people into the space of transformation. Then I got dirty moving some rocks.
Today I was offered an opportunity that came from the event where I was so self critical. Hmmm.
Is there anything more sexy that jamming out?
Pushed with a financial challenge right now, the old me would have puked on everyone. What about the new me?
After watching Beyonce's Lemonade this morning, I'm questioning my desire to share my artistry in business.
When I've lost my grounding and feel disconnected, I become chaotic.
Today I woke up with the desire to take on some private clients.
I loved my time in Hollywood until I didn't anymore.
I take fro granted that people are going to understand my motivations. Yeah. That doesn't work.
Got an amazing call from a company I love to do some work together and acknowledging I'm TERRIBLE at celebrating good news.
I got all worked up over 90 minutes of my day being consumed by Home Depot.
I used to be fairly... somewhat... handy...
After a large client terminated their work with us, a hunger in me was triggered.
I don't usually go to pieces like this, but I grabbed some apple pie and some scotch.
I'm living in the question of do I reflect or do I push. The discomfort of the isolation is getting to me.
I've moved from self criticism to release through learning, revelation, and curiosity.
As I head home from San Diego, I'm trying to remain open to what is next to unfold.
At a party at SVN there came a point where most people were stoned. I was not.
Thanks to the help of an incredible therapist, a good friend, and a men's circle at SVN, I've been engaged in healing.
My mind is doing a number on me. My triggers of value, and worth, and identity have all been kicked into overdrive as a result of my performance yesterday.
After opening SVN, I felt a tremendous amount of self judgment. I brought heavy energy and didn't know how to shake it off.
I was riddled with anxiety and overwhelm because I was just asked to open an event and make the space safe right before flying to another event to do the same.
It is hard for me to express in words how profound my experience at the Gestalt Institute has been over the last 18 months. This group of people and this experience have changed me for good.
I have an anxiety disorder that manifests through hair pulling.
It's hard for me to ask for help. Tonight I did and I received nurturing I needed.
Amidst the preparations for an awesome couple weeks, the company is facing some challenges.
I frequently spend time in the morning being playful with my life.
While working at my first job when I was a teenager, I frequently stole money.
One of my dreams of youth was to make enough money to pay someone to follow me playing music so I always felt like I was living in a movie.
Like today's weather (which is sunny and snowing) is highlighting where I feel in my own life.
I pick a card from the Vulnerability is Sexy card deck and it asked me about my toughest obstacle in life.
I'm in so much transition right now and taking the time to breathe and honor all the change is imperative right now to avoid total overwhelm.
Through connection with others, I felt my spirits lifting and my pessimism dissipating.
We made it through the move, but I'm paying the price.
Leading up to a move, I've slept very little in the past three days. But I'm proud of us.
Cleveland didn't want me to leave, but after a few hours of sleep, I hit the road at midnight to be home by 6am.
Most people remember their first. Boy, I sure do!
While I'm not a singer or a guitar player, this song had such an impact on my life and my marriage in 2014 that I took a few lessons so I could play it and keep it in my heart.
People enjoy talking about vulnerability. People do NOT enjoy being vulnerable.
My wife shared that we had a landlord in one of her Vulnerability Challenge posts. And I felt shame when she admitted that to the world.
My most uncomfortable share yet. I'm an emotional eater. I eat when I want to feel different. And I judge myself for it.
As an achiever, my whole life I have identified myself by what I'm becoming, by what is ahead of me.
With so much going on at RTC, I've become so incredibly serious. Bah!
When I’m not in a working relationship with people, I don’t seem to know how to be a good friend.
Sometimes I feel lonely in my joy.
In the year 2000 my identity took a hit when someone pulled a U-turn in front of my car and sent me into oncoming traffic.
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