Hypnotherapy works…maybe too well

I got hypnotized last weekend. My friend at work Martha and her husband Darren are just finishing their certification to become licensed hynpo-therapists and need so many hours of practice. Sign me up!

So they came to our house last Sunday and talked through their process. Tapping into the sub-concious to confront issues you want to deal with in your life. The common ones – I want to lose weight, quit smoking, be less anxious – can easily be addressed if the patient is willing. So Martha set out on an exercise to remove the negative energy in my life that is getting in my way. At one point she asked me to list a number of things in my life that were causing this negativity, and we would go about unplugging them from my body. I remember saying “six”, but not really knowing why. I just went along with it.

As we got to number five I remember thinking “Hmmm, what’s this one going to be??” (My conscious mind never really shuts off. I even talk to myself in my dreams sometimes.)

Writing? That brings me negative energy? Ok, unplug that bad boy from my right knee, fold up the cord and move on.

And then I couldn’t write.

It’s taken me all week to get through this weird effect. I certainly didn’t want to give up writing, and I wouldn’t have expected it to be something addressed in my session. My over-arching goal is to lose the 30 pounds I have gained since I started my job over 3 years ago. And be less stressed about the working/being a mom balance. But clearly my subconscious has an issue with the role writing plays in my life.

The other effects of the session are that I am hyper-productive at work, I’m sleeping like a rock star, I’ve lost 3 pounds, and I feel more rational and calm.

Calm. I feel so calm. Not like when I was on Celexa and I just felt numb (which sometimes numb is good, fyi.) I am peaceful and happy in a way I haven’t been in a long time. So is Joe.

But I’m not giving up writing. I suppose I need to find a way to make it bring me positive energy instead of negative. Interesting.

So overall I highly recommend you give Martha a call and get hypnotized. Just be careful what you wish for, because your subconscious mind may have specific ideas for you.

I’ll be back later with more to say once I get a handle on myself. For now I will leave you with a photo of Rocky Point because I will be going there twice in October……

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A post about baseball, for all you sports fans.

I like baseball. I like it much more than I will ever admit, and I know way more than I let on. (I also know a great deal about basketball. This is all thanks to the fact that my first giant love/crush/boyfriend played both sports. Useful.) I find it to be a very emotional game, subject to all sorts of outside influences. And it makes for great movies. No one can deny the brilliance of Bull Durham. (If you want to deny the brilliance, please do so quietly. Or expect me to denounce our friendship immediately.)

I haven’t been a Diamondbacks fan for a few reasons.

  1. They immediately gave their stadium a corporate name that had to be changed. (This bugs me so much. And reminds me of the brilliance of David Foster Wallace in Infinite Jest. Every year was sponsored by a company, my favorite being “The Year of the Perdue Wonderchicken.”)
  2. They bought a World Series. Yes, other teams do this. I don’t like it.
  3. They struggle with identity. Teal and Black? Red and Black? What are their colors?
  4. Often the stadium is full of fans for the opposing team. And even with that, do they ever sell out? Check out this guy, a Giants fan who would not shut up. In seats that were likely sold to him by the Diamondbacks. I can’t imagine someone being such a loudmouthed jerk at Yankee Stadium.
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  6. Alcohol sales are controlled by the team. I could get on board with good wine bar – these games are long sometimes. It is quite clear that no one on the Diamondbacks staff cares about anything but beer. Lots of it. (I was able to find this decent glass of wine at the bar under home plate for a mere $15.)09-04-13 Baseball2
  7. There is an entire side of the concourse that cannot accept credit cards. Is it really that hard to wire a place for TAKING MONEY from people?
  8. Why is the mascot a bobcat? Don’t get me wrong, I love Baxter. He’s even following me on Twitter now. He’s furry and cute and mascot-like. I wonder why I’m annoyed by this. Maybe because my high school mascot was the Aztecs, and we didn’t sell out for some cuter, more cuddly outfit for our physical mascot. No. We made those guys wear a giant head of an Aztec. (I have asked my friend Glen to provide me with a photo of his mascot days. I will keep you posted if he finds one.)

But I’m coming around. The stadium is really nice. And on Sunday Jack caught a ball.

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All this is well and good when it comes to baseball, but my real question is this. Where is Nacho Libre?

Wait. Luchador.

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I was promised a waxed and oiled man in a mask and cape. I stayed the entire game, an did not see a single exposed ab.

Julie hates Luchador. Other than the above link and Julie, I have heard nothing of this alleged mascot.

Baxter? Care to comment?

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am Woman, hear me roar. In a whisper

I’ve been reading a lot lately about Women in Leadership, Tribal Leadership, Team Dynamics, mommy wars, body image, Leaning In versus Leaning Out, having a seat at the table, eating at the table instead of the counter, sibling rivalry (that never never ends), gay marriage, divorce, Syria, the evilification of Mylie Cyrus while ignoring Robin Thicke, power and politics and motherhood and love.

Today I took a break from all that and we had a lazy day, as declared by my six year old son. His goal was to remain in his pajamas and not leave the house. (He only modified his plan when our neighbor came over to visit, so he put on some pants.)

As I was preparing to write this post, I dug into my photo archive. I was looking for a specific kind of picture, depicting me back when I was CAbi consultant. More on that in a second, but I was quite struck by how few photos I have of myself. I suppose this is not surprising given that I am often wielding the camera. But is important to note. I found this one from Christmas 5 years ago. (Nick refused to wear shoes. At least he agreed to see Santa.)

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So this weekend I was invited to a CAbi party by my friend Kristina, who is the hippest mom I know. She is the kind of person I wish was my next door neighbor, because every time I interact with her my life is a little bit better. (She is also a devoted reader of my blog, which elevates her into the upper echelon of people I know.)

So here’s my story about CAbi. Carol Anderson is a clothing designer who basically got fed up with her industry. She was tired of designing clothes as dictated by the buyers at Nordstrom. She is an artist, and she is devoted to creating clothes that are flattering, that make women feel better, and that show off her unique style. She got together a few of her friends and decided to create a line of clothing and distribute it directly to the consumer through these friends. I admire her.

About a year before that photo above was taken I went to my first CAbi party. (It’s written that way because it stands for Carol Anderson by invitation. I cannot write it any other way, having consumed the Kool-Aid and all.) I was staying home with my boys after years of being a career woman. I needed my own income, I needed some interaction outside of babies, and I loved every article of clothing I touched. I signed up immediately.

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This photo accurately depicts my life at that time. I was  a kid wrangler, but wasn’t my jacket adorable? Too bad you can’t see the shirt underneath because it was one of my favorites.

The women who are successful working for Carol Anderson are the ones who treat it like a profession. They live and breathe the brand, and make it their own. It’s one of the most empowering group of people I’ve ever been around. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.

So now I work in a male-dominated industry, and I spend a lot of energy proving myself as educated, talented, credible and smart. Some of the people are never going to consider me in this light, and sometimes it’s because I leave the office in time to have dinner on the table at a time that is beneficial to my family.

There are challenges with every career. Right? When I sold CAbi I struggled to have credibility too.

I believe that women can have a career, support their families, be financially viable members of society while spending time in the classroom, picking kids up from school, monitoring homework and clothes and lives.

Yet I spent so much time apologizing for what I was doing. I felt bad for asking people to help me, but in the end isn’t that what we should be doing? Don’t I firmly believe that we should gather together, drink wine, have fun, and help our fellow woman?

I do firmly believe that. Yet I consistently step back, take my foot off the gas, watch other people live out my dreams.

I would love this post to end with NOT ANYMORE!

But really, tomorrow I will go back to work, make dinner, go to a Cub Scout meeting. At least today was pajama day.