Sharing the Voice in My Head

Technically that’s a lie since the voice in my head is not quite the voice I hear when I listen to myself on, say, a voicemail message. Sometimes I feel like it’s not even me.

But that’s not the point.

I’ve decided to take on my favorite blogger’s challenge: recording a blog post for my readers to hear.

Isn’t it strange that we have no idea what each other’s voices sound like? I don’t know about you, but I love having a voice and a face to put together with the words on a blog, and I find that I enjoy reading someone’s writing so much more when I can actually hear their voice inside my head.

That’s what I like most about audiobooks and spoken word poetry, I think. There’s an added element of personality that comes from being read to, and I’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be to start a spin-off of this in the blog world. Not spoken word poetry, per se, but how about Spoken Word Bloggery? A chance to go back through your archives, pick a post, record yourself reading it aloud, and then share it on your blog. Man, I’d love if people did that.

For those of you who don’t know me: haven’t you ever wondered what my voice sounds like? Well here’s your chance to find out.

This post is officially where I convince you to hire me for all your audiobook recording needs because, according to Nicole (who listened to it!!) that’s what you should hire me for. And she’s blogging-Oprah in my world. So listen to her.

In any case, video blogging has been on a list of things I would start doing for over a year now. And while I’m still too chicken to do it – yes even despite the parts of Audre Lorde that live in me… I’m not perfect, folks – I’ve decided to take the next best step and record my voice for you.

I chose to record my post on professionalism and cursing. I’m not going to lie and say that it’s not because I wanted another excuse to have a few curse words on my blog (sorry again, mother), but I also found it fitting since I quoted Nicole in this post.

So here’s my shot at spoken word bloggery. Enjoy!

Note to email and Google Reader subscribers: you will have to listen to it directly on my website

A Lesson From My Journey in Fearlessness

On my mirror – in red lipstick – there is a question I read every morning: “What are you afraid of?”

It’s a big, ambiguous question that triggers thoughts anywhere from “I’m afraid I’m going to say something stupid at work today” to “I’m afraid my favorite pair of leggings are not clean.” Some mornings the answers are the same, and some mornings a new fear comes up.

It’s totally unpredictable. And that’s okay.

Over the past few months I’ve thought a lot about fears and have since had an epiphany. I realized that asking myself what I’m afraid of is not about the answer as much as it’s about consciously acknowledging my fears.

Kicking butt and taking names

My journey into fearlessness started in 2010. I was at a point in life that felt stagnant, both personally and professionally. I didn’t feel fulfilled. Not only did I feel like I wasn’t fulfilling my purpose, but I didn’t know what steps I should take to even change that.

So I decided to cut my hair. Crazy, and seemingly unrelated. I know. But the decision was inspired by the protagonist in my favorite book, “Black Girl in Paris.” I wanted to do something bold… something that would symbolize my desire to take the next big step.

Before I left home I cut my hair close to my scalp so I could be a free woman with free thoughts, open to all possibilities… I didn’t know what I wanted to be but I knew I wanted to be the kind of woman who was bold, took chances, and had adventures.

As I spent time thinking about my goals for myself, I decided that “fearless” would have to be my theme for 2011. I first focused on moving on from my highly-regarded and relatively secure corporate job to do something more aligned with my interests. I struggled through the process of discovering what that meant and struggled even more in making the leap despite the opinions and concerns of loved ones. I then focused on accomplishing other personal goals like running my first half-marathon (and then two more), nervously trying my hand at fundraising and finally walking away from an unhealthy relationship.

Basically I was kicking butt and taking names. I’ll admit it.

But 2011 ended and fear hadn’t disappeared from my life. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was very annoying to realize that in thinking of my theme for 2012 I hadn’t yet finished my work for 2011. It’s like I expected fear to magically disappear. That I’d be able to move on to something completely new at midnight on January 1, 2012.

I should’ve known better. Life just doesn’t work that way. Personal development is a long windy road that continues on past the horizon. Learning to deal with fear, of course, is no exception.

What does it even mean to be fearless?

The problem was that I had the definition all wrong. Fearless is not the absence of fear. It’s about acknowledging fear and making the conscious decision to keep going.

I am deliberate and afraid of nothing. – Audre Lorde

In my mind, embodying that quote means getting familiar with your fears, talking to them (maybe even literally: “Oh, it’s you again. Can’t say I’ve missed you at all.”) and keeping it moving. It’s never about ignoring them because ignoring fears ultimately give them more control over your thoughts and actions, whether you realize it or not.

My goal for myself is no different now than it was January 2011. I still want to live a fearless life. However for me that now includes being deliberate. And being deliberate means allowing myself to experience fear, having the courage to look my fears dead in the eye but never letting it stop me.

That Moment When You Realize You’ve Accomplished a Personal Development Goal

Personal development goals can be so nebulous.

Be more assertive. Be more confident. Take more risks.

What does it all even mean? How is it measured? It’s so subjective… forever open to interpretation.

Even more, it can feel like personal development is this never ending road that continues onto the horizon, never giving you a glimpse into when you’ll reach your goal.

But then you have moments when you realize you’ve come a lot further than you thought.

When I first started my blog it was an exercise in making a conscious effort to use my voice and put my thoughts out into the world. I was facing a fear, a fear of people thinking my ideas and opinions are stupid. It has been over a year and though I still work on facing this fear – beyond my blog, both online through outlets like Twitter and in real life such as with family – I can’t say that I’ve felt like I’ve made significant progress.

Not that I felt like I wasn’t. I just hadn’t stopped to think about it.

But yesterday I took pause while talking to a friend. I had just finished spewing out reasons why I felt a certain way about what we were discussing. Jokingly, I followed with:

As you can see I feel strongly about this.

And he responded, saying:

What don’t you feel strongly about other than sports?*

I was completely shocked. Did he mean that? Was I perceived as an opinionated person? This was a complete contrast to my perception of myself as someone who spends energy straddling one too many fences.

Not believing his assessment, I decided to get a second opinion. I asked one of my über opinionated girlfriends who has known me since my timid days. Her response:

Ehh kind of. But no more than me.

If it were anyone else, I might have shrugged it off. But I couldn’t. One of the most opinionated people I knew thought that I was at least as opinionated as her. And as the reality started to sink in, another girlfriend unexpectedly chimed in with her input, cosigning all that had been said.

I could no longer ignore it. My personal growth had witnesses.

In that moment I finally stopped to celebrate how far I’ve come.

 

 *It’s no secret that I don’t pay attention to or care about sports… unless I’m at a stadium of some kind with food and wine in hand.

Living a Double Life: Thoughts on Cursing and Professionalism

I was inspired by Nicole from Nicole is Better: A Life Less Bullshit to record myself reading a blog post for my readers. Since I happened to quote her in this one, I found it fitting to record this post. If you ever wondered what my voice sounds like, this is your chance to find out… Enjoy!

I have a confession: I curse like a sailor (sorry, mother).

On the average day, if you catch me on the phone talking to a friend about anything in life then you’re guaranteed to hear a full suite of “bad” words over the duration of the conversation.

That’s me being me.

Like many people I know, I’ve gone through periods of my life where I’ve thought I should stop cursing. The reasons have ranged from being convinced it was “unladylike” (ugh) to stopping because I was very involved in church and felt it to be inappropriate.

Despite all of my attempts, a couple years ago I decided that it’s a part of me I love and had no desire to suppress. Besides, curse words are simply effective in ways that other words are not.

Yet this is where the dilemma unfolds: I’ve had it engrained in me that cursing is unprofessional and inappropriate. Something to be ashamed of in a public setting. And while I’m a firm believer that your professional and personal selves should not be presented separately to the world, both on and offline, it’s the one area in which I don’t let the two overlap.

So the potty mouth in me lives an undercover life, often making me feel like a fraud.

The question I’m always asking is: in seeking to be true to who you are, how much of your authentic self do you share with the world?

I’m particularly hesitant to share this side of me online. It’s a place where people really only get bite-sized samples of your personality – whether it’s a tweet, status update or blog post – and quickly make assumptions and judgments on your character. Online, you’re technically always creating a first impression with someone if you really think about it. And would you rattle off a string of curse words in a conversation with someone you just met 2-5 minutes ago? I know I wouldn’t.

However, when I consider the people I love reading articles and blogs by the most, they don’t hesitate to throw a curse word or ten around. Yesterday I read an awesome op-ed on The 99 Percent on having the courage to be brilliant where a curse word was used to effectively drive home a point (emphasis mine):

The meaning of all this is that you, your opinions and intelligence and history matter. But you gotta do the work. To pull from the most personal areas of your life, your opinions, your stories, your experiences — by doing this you create something meaningful not only to yourself but to those who see it. The work, the fear and struggle, the constant worry of whether your gift is good enough, the small critics both inside and out? Fuck ‘em. The world awaits your gift. Isn’t that what life is all about?

The author, James, doesn’t seem to hide the fact that he’s a lover of the good old F word. See his Twitter bio:

Another blogger I love uses her curse words less strategically. Reminding me of my own use of them in common conversations, she actually puts them in her very popular and hilarious personal blog. I love just about every post she writes, but one of my recent favorites starts with:

If you think something enough, and if you say something enough, it’s going to wind up coming true.

I’m not talking about winning the lottery or getting free food from In-N-Out for the rest of your life, because I don’t think you can power-of-thought those kinds of things into reality (although, fuuuuuck). I’m talking about the other things we think and say, the things we do have control over, things like, “I can’t afford that” or “I’m fat.” Tell yourself shit like that all the time, and hey, guess what, before you know it, it’ll be true.

And while one could argue that it’s her personal blog and thus she can get away with it, Nicole is also an entrepreneur and runs a web design business for a living. It’s one of the first things her current and potential clients learn about her. Does that change anything?

Personally it makes me want to work with her more… and maybe it’s because she has the guts to do something I don’t (and because she does great work). But everyone isn’t the same, and everyone definitely wouldn’t react like me.

The office is a place I’m a bit more flexible on the overlap of these two sides of me, mostly because the people I work with have had more time to get to know me. This is also probably the case because I’ve always worked with managers who have thrown a curse word or two around during internal meetings (never with clients or external partners though).

Yet, despite this, I can probably count on both hands the number of times I’ve used a curse word around a colleague. It just feels wrong, which honestly annoys the [crap] out of me.

What say you? Is it okay to let your sailor tendencies slip into all areas of your life?

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Hi. My name is Nikita, and I'm obsessed with the intersection of business and social change. I'm also an advocate for women girls, an avid runner and a sugar addict. After spending the first few years of my career navigating the corporate world, I recently transitioned into the social sector. My blog chronicles my professional and personal development. Join me as I share my experiences on this journey called life.

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