Receiving gifts in the form of love, money, success, or abundance makes me feel vulnerable, uncomfortable, and seems sends a secret signal to every single personal gremlin I’ve ever struggled with. When receiving a gift, the gremlins sidle up next to me, demanding to know who the hell I think I am to have X thing. As I’ve written about here, success (and other goodness like joy and love and money) can feel so unfamiliar that the minute we (I) have it, we’re (I’m) throwing it out the window like a hot potato.
I’ve always admired people who had creative job titles, so thought about whether I could invent a job title that reflected the new directions I was taking with my business. The very first thing that I’m doing as the Director of Creative Cultural Inquiry and Critical Thinking Experiences is organizing a women’s writing retreat in the beautiful city of Mérida, Yucatan, Mexico. I’m picturing daily writing sessions that help reconnect people to not just their writing practices, but also to themselves. I envision writing as a collective, collaborative process that works best in a supportive environment in which people’s best and most creative selves can emerge. I'm thinking up some intentions for the retreat. Connection. Inspiration. Joy. Maybe all three.