I was taken aback by how quickly the answer came to me.
Allow me to elaborate.
Yoga teacher training was a huge turning point in my pursuit of balance, and not because of the physical practice. In our very first class, the teachers explained that if we were on day one of more traditional, eastern yoga training, we’d be asked to try to roll a boulder up a hill. No matter our age or physical ability, we’d be asked to try, knowing full well most of us wouldn’t be able to get to the top.
Why? Because what they wanted from the boulder exercise is for the class to bond with one another by going through something hard, sweaty, near impossible, and possibly traumatic. They’d want us to share the very raw, real, struggle-ridden side of us right out of the gate to create an instant deeper connection with one another.
Our studio was a very zen space, but that space was surrounded by a Lincoln, Nebraska strip mall. No hills or boulders anywhere to be found. So instead, they recreated this experience by asking us to share with this group of strangers something we haven’t told our closest friends, family or possibly anyone. They asked us to get raw, real, (and probably sweaty) right there on day one of class.
Boy did this group understand the assignment.
I was floored by what people were sharing, stories of the deepest, darkest depths of human experience and the triumphs and trials that followed.
Before class, I was not one to share like this with anyone. If you didn’t know me while I was in the full depths of struggle, the odds of you knowing much of the stories of that time were slim to none. One of the largest traumas I went through early in life was something not a single one of my current-day, closest friends knew at the time. That’s the story I shared with this group—and it was beyond liberating.
It may sound like a no-brainer to those that know more about mental health than I did at the time, but for me, this was truly one of the first times I realized that it was ok to share this type of stuff about yourself and that people would love you anyway.
In fact, people would feel more deeply connected to you, and you to them. Respect would grow. Love could grow. WOW. This was cool stuff.
After I started being more vulnerable:
Deeper, cherished friendships came into my life.
Relationships with those that knew me all along grew deeper and richer.
Some connections healed, and some got out of my way.
Love showed up.
So did my success in being a business leader.
And my passion for building big, beautiful, authentic cultures and communities.
While I’m not quite ready to share that yoga teacher training story with the public. I’ve shared it so far with a lot more people than I thought I ever would. And I hope one day to be brave enough to share it with all of you.
This blog is another big step on the path of sharing my sh*t in hopes that it helps motivate others to be the very best version of who they are. Who they’ve always been. Vulnerability helps that real YOU shine, with all its beautiful, real, raw, sweaty, stumbling, and steady wonderfulness.