Have you experienced a setback that changed the path of your life? Rewriting these stories to reflect the empowerment of our struggle can positively affect our wellness. Join me for a six week online class to explore the science that supports this and finally get your story onto the page. Reach out with questions!
I am so excited to bring an online version of my class to you! I can reach more people in an easy-to-access way and maintain a community aspect with a limited class size and a couple of live sessions. Applications open on Wed April 18th. The class is six weeks and mostly self-paced. If you sign up to get on the waitlist you will receive a special discount code.
This class is for you if you've experienced a challenge in your life that divided it into the before and after. A part of you is the same, but a part of you is different. The story of your struggle is stuck in your head and you don't know how to integrate it into your life.
I've been there. I've done it all - therapy, support groups, self-help books. They each have a place. As does rewriting your story. See, the stories we tell ourself become part of our personality. This is called our narrative identity. Our narrative identity affects our emotional and physical health on a daily basis.
If we make small changes to the way we see our stories, we can make drastic improvements to the way we feel.
There is research to back this up. I've been working with this idea of narrative identity for a couple of years and I have seen evidence in my own life that it works. The best part is that you don't need any special tools or even a huge time commitment. Short bursts of dedicated writing time can lead to big improvements.
This process helps build resilience. You'll feel more energized in your day-to-day and you'll bounce back more quickly the next time something unexpected happens. Some studies even show that writing about your story lowers your blood pressure.
Join me. My superpower is taking complicated scientific concepts and breaking them down so that you can benefit. This is my passion. I hope to see you in class!
Last week, right around the peak bloom of the cherry blossoms here in DC, I attended and lecture and book signing by Elle Luna, co-author of a new book called "Your Story is Your Power". It was an intimate setting which meant that those of us in attendance actually got to interact with Elle.
Elle introduced an idea in her book about how we, as women, don't often recognize the culture of patriarchy and misogyny that surrounds us. We learn how to adapt in this specific culture very early in our lives, so that by the time we are adults, it is the norm. Unless we pull back the layers and examine how we each got to where we are, we can't fully understand ourselves. She put this quote, by neuroscientist David Eagleman, up on the screen:
We are like fish challenged to understand water: since the fish has never experienced anything else, it is almost impossible for it to see or conceive of the water. But a bubble rising past the inquisitive fish can offer a critical clue.
Then Elle asked us to write down a response to the question, "Have you experienced discrimination against a woman?" The first thing I wrote was about was the experience of watching my daughter play soccer. From ages 4-9, during every game that she played I would feel a strange mix of dread and excitement when she was on the field. You've probably heard me talk about her fearlessness, the drive to score and compete. It's quite distinct from the way most little girls play soccer. I felt this and the other parents standing next to me definitely did as well, evidenced by moms running onto the field after being plowed over by my daughter, Carly.
At first I didn't know why I chose this to write about. But then we began discussing our responses with Elle. She told a story of a young boy at a cabin with two friends, also boys. They were watching the sunset from the porch and the little boy said, "Isn't it just so beautiful?" His friends replied by giving him a shove and telling him to stop acting 'like a girl'.
I realized my soccer story was the girl version of this. Why did Carly not acting 'like a girl' get me (and others) so ruffled? I always wondered this because I call myself a feminist and I admire the way she plays.
The answer is in the water. The water that I have been swimming in. Since I was a little girl I've been taught to be the good girl: please others, don't speak up unless it's your turn, follow the rules, get the right answer. This is simply the water in which I swam. While it has occurred to me before and I've worked on undoing some of these messages, this was a new way of looking at it.
The reason I often feel unsettled by Carly's behavior is because she is literally changing my water. And it feels uncomfortable to me because it's a different temperature and a new color. I didn't ask for the change. I expected her to swim right alongside me. But somehow she recognizes the limitations of my water and it determined to change it.
This was such a huge realization for me. To think that my daughter is helping me to change these deeply embedded beliefs by simply being who she is. Isn't that so beautiful?
So, I ask you: What is the water that you are swimming in? Take two minutes to write down a response. Think about where you were born, your religion, your gender. You never know what will come up. Maybe it will be a whole new realization.
If you feel a connection with the Heroine's Journey, my upcoming workshop is for you. Join me to:
-Explore the Call to Adventure that we each face: What are you here to do with this one life you’ve been given?
-Learn how to apply the three acts of the Hero’s Journey metaphor to your own experience.
-Write in a Hero’s Journey workbook and take it home with you.
Date: Sunday April 8th
Time: 2-4pm EST
Location: The Insight Shop, 114 Courthouse Road SW, Vienna, Virginia 22180
“Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.” This quote by Joseph Campbell, whose work brought us The Hero’s Journey metaphor, tells us that our darkest moments often happen directly before transformation occurs. In this workshop you will:
-Explore the Call to Adventure that we each face: What are you here to do with this one life you’ve been given?
-Learn how to apply the three acts of the Hero’s Journey metaphor to your own experience.
-Write in a Hero’s Journey workbook and take it home with you.
Come with an idea of your “Call,” and leave with a tool that will enable you to intentionally examine life’s challenges
What's the shape of your heroine's journey?
Before you examine this question for yourself, have an understanding of your particular journey in mind. Ask yourself what you feel you've been called to do in this life. If that doesn't sit quite right or feels too broad, try looking at your journey as your path to finding your truest self. A journey of self-development. I love how author Elizabeth Gilbert talks about her own journey in this way.
In the work I've done investigating the Heroine's Journey, I've come across three shapes of the path: circle, spiral, labyrinth.
Circle: This is the traditional representation and the one I tend to relate to the most. The reason is that there is a closure, a sort of ending as the circle comes back around to the top. To me it suggests that there is an end in sight to the journey. We will come to a completion.
Of course, the flip side is that the circle might represent a never-ending journey of coming around and starting back up again. So that just as you have reached a sort of ending, you are thrown back into all of the hard stuff that comes with being a beginner.
Spiral: Another representation is the spiral. Think spiral staircase. We make progress and our view changes as we grow, with each step we take. We continue up the staircase as we age and mature; we can look down and see the many stairs we have climbed to get to the place where we are currently. I think this is a beautiful and peaceful representation, but one that maybe feels a little daunting (I'm gonna be climbing these stairs forever?). If the spiral feels like you, check out this article. I love the idea of our highest self reaching out to us from above to lend guidance.
Labyrinth: When I heard Elle Luna and Susie Herrick interviewed on the podcast Heroine about their new book "Your Story is Your Power" I almost fell off my chair. Wasn't that my book? (My tagline is Your Story is Your Strength.) I got over myself and bought it that day. Partway through I've already learned so much from these brilliant ladies. They are the ones who introduced me to the template of the labyrinth for your journey. Here's what they say about the labyrinth: "It is not a direct line from one point to another, but an organic, evolving process that takes time and moves to its own rhythm." Soothing, right?
It feels good to step out of the go, go, go for a moment to reflect on our path. If you found yourself nodding along while reading this, please join me for the workshop I'm leading on Sun April 8th in Vienna, VA (and share with a friend).
Course content is DONE for my online class starting this spring! WOOT WOOT! No experience necessary - this class is for you if you have experienced a hardship that divided your life into the before and after... and you are trying to figure out how to integrate that experience into your life to honor the new you. Sign up to get details as soon as they are announced! Class will be kept to a small size in order to facilitate community and connection.
I feel like I need to qualify some things before I hit publish on this piece, but I'm trying to just let this one be. Once on an evaluation form for a graduate class I taught, a student wrote that I spend too much time introducing the subject instead of just getting to it. So, just one quick thing and then I'll get to it: I have my mom's blessing to write more openly about her condition and its effect on our family.
We were riding in the car together. I was taking her home after my daughter's birthday party. It had been a fun, if chaotic, evening. Lately, Mom has been getting worn out quickly during these family functions. Worn out leads to confused leads to agitated so I was eager to get her home and settled.
She said, I want to talk to you about Griffin. Her brain is so tricky, because it is still able to formulate such complex thoughts in one moment and has complete tunnel vision in the next. She's able to convince renowned experts in neurology into thinking she's much more capable and independent than is actually the case. I've found that conveying the nuance of my mom's condition, a rare form of dementia, is like trying to swim in mud. The little moments are revealing though.
Ok, I reply, let's talk about it now. I'm not sure what it is about my seven year old that's bothering her. He won't talk to me or play with me anymore, she says. Her tears come immediately. We used to play games together all the time and now he won't even sit near me. If I sit near him he gets up and moves.
I want to say oh, that's not the case at all. But she's right. I'm surprised that she's noticed because her condition makes it hard for her to judge social interactions. I take a breath and say, I've noticed too. It's confusing for them, Mom. It's confusing for me, so imagine how hard it must be for the kids. He doesn't know how to act.
But I'm still the same person, she says. I'm still me.
No, you're not. The thought is quickly formed in my head, but I catch it before it comes out of my mouth. This is the person that I considered my closest friend in life, the person who knew me best in the world. For a decade bits and pieces of her have been slowly falling away. I try to be present and be grateful that the decline has been so slow. When I do allow myself to reflect, it feels like I'm grieving. She seems unable to understand that I am deeply sad about her decline. Maybe she's incapable of this type of empathy now because of what's happened to her brain. Or it might simply be that it's hard to acknowledge that this disease is affecting her daughters and grandkids on a deep level. A particular cruelty of this form of dementia is that she herself is fully aware of the abilities she's lost.
I've noticed this happening more often. She says something with which I disagree, where the whole situation is not being represented, and I don't know how to respond. I feel so stuck. Every response is the wrong one. Reminding her that she can't play any games with the kids because she is essentially blind and can't see the faces of the Guess Who game much less have the coordination to tap the figure down is not constructive. Going along with her head in the sand view that, Everything is just fine, doesn't keep me in integrity with myself. I think I know what she means when she says this - that at her core, the truest essence of herself, she is still the same, even as all the former capabilities slowly get stripped away. I've started to stay silent in these moments, all these thoughts whirling in my head
Lots of us are dealing with dementia in a loved one. I became a member of the sandwich generation earlier than many. I was 30 and pregnant when my mom was diagnosed. I have a wonderful support system and a terrific therapist. Still, I feel an internal drive to write about it to bring it out into the light. If you are experiencing something similar know that I see you. I see your shoulders hunched forward and the rise of anxiety in your chest when your phone pings. I see your struggle.
Do you know someone who would benefit from reading this? Please share.
I'm squirreled away hard at work getting my class content into a new format for my online class coming this spring! I'm making great progress and would love your insight.
Which of these versions do you like best for the title slide? Let me know in the comments. Find out more about class here. Hope to see you there in a couple of weeks.
I've been noticing a shift in the creatives I love and look to as mentors - many of them seem to be navigating into the territory of spirituality. Have you noticed this too? These entrepreneurs have been in the online space for a while and really seem to have made it big before turning inward in a search for meaning.
As I follow along (mostly by podcast), I've wondered to myself on more than one occasion: have I got it all wrong? Did I do it backward? I feel like I've been on the spiritual journey for many years. Being born to parents of differing faiths gave me a jump start. Confronting huge life events will too. My child was born seven years ago with a serious heart defect. He survived. Other children with the same condition, born at the same time, and treated by the same medical team, did not. "Everything happens for a reason" has simply not cut it for me for a long time.
I did things the opposite way. My inner work led me to start my business. Other people started a business which led them to search for meaning. All the paths leading to self-discovery are good.
It's easy to forget that sometimes. Remind yourself today that your path is the right one for you.
Earlier this month my husband and I traveled to Islamorada in the Florida Keys. It was our first trip in nine years that was more than two nights and did not include our kids. We were enveloped in swaying palm trees that created the most soothing white-noise sounds. Clear, calm waters (we paddle-boarded past a manatee!) and bright blue skies. Also - you had to be at least 16 years old to stay at this resort. That was key.
We laid underneath that sky, soaking in all this goodness and I started wondering why it took us so damn long to get there. I started my usual stream of self-pity: both of our fathers are dead, we are the caregivers for both of our mothers, our sisters are consumed with little kids and big jobs. At that moment a ray of sunlight must have struck me or the clouds shifted into a new pattern. I stopped this old spinning record in my head and said out loud, "Oh woe is me, woe is me."
I've had this thought before, but this time my whole body felt it. This old story is not serving me. Little access to family caregivers does not equate a life without vacations. It expands further than just vacations, into everyday life of grandparents at soccer games, grandparents at bus stops, grandparents making dinner in the kitchen. This old story stirs up feelings of jealousy and envy. Fueling these ugly emotions are the ones that are more raw and harder to handle. Loss and sadness. Grief.
This is the first step; simply noticing. Rewriting our stories is a long, slow process. We are essentially trying to rewire the pattern of thinking in our brains. So, I ask you:
What old story is not serving you?
Observe your thoughts from a distance. Try to catch yourself in the middle of a self-pity spiral like I did. Maybe it takes 500 times of your story playing in your head before you even notice it's there. For stories that are deeply embedded into our psyche we may not even have conscious thoughts surrounding them. We might see them as truths, rather than self-limiting beliefs. It's all ok. The fact that you are trying to recognize your old story shows you are committed to new growth.
Orchid Story started by telling my story of my experience with my son's diagnosis of congenital heart disease. Like all stories, this story keeps growing and evolving. My husband has taken hold of it in a new way this year - he's running the Boston Marathon to support the Ethan Lindberg Foundation. I feel compelled to share this video here with you all. #werunforthem
I love, love, love when I get questions from my community. It helps me create new content and it sheds light on where I can be more clear.
One question that came up:
What are the different ways to use your story?
This is so important to consider. But before we get to the different ways to use your story, I suggest you start with this question:
What is the reason WHY you are telling your story?
Let me get a little more specific. Let's say the reason why you are telling your story is because you are a business owner who wants to connect on a deeper level with your clients. What you can do with your story when you come at it from this angle would be much different than if your reason why is to dive into a struggle you've experienced because you want to find new meaning in it.
I want to help you explore this for yourself, so I made you a worksheet to help you answer this question. We'll get more specific about what to do with your story in upcoming posts.
You'll get my Storytelling Insights download immediately and I'll send you a personal hello email with the Reason Why worksheet attached in a second email. Already on my list? Check your email - it's already been delivered straight to you!
We can't know how our actions will affect the people and the world around us, but I'm seeing real evidence that happens it all the time. The ripple effect is alive and present. I made a commitment to myself this year to write about my personal stories that I've held tight, not wanting to shed light on them. My reason for not sharing has been that I don't want to hurt people I love - because all stories are told in relationship. But I think that's been more of an excuse than a reason, so here I am trying today. This story describes why it's so important to me that I do.
Six years ago I became friends with a stately man in middle age with a bald head, glasses and a bow tie. And a lovely singing voice. I was drawn to this man because of the way he spoke about his young adult son, J, who was facing the most serious struggles with life. The kind that push a person to the edge of their existence. The kind that come with phone calls in the middle of the night. His father talked openly and I didn't sense the shame that so often surrounds these conversations.
But, oh the pain. The pain expressed by this man was so raw and so embedded in every fiber of his being. I recognized that pain almost instantly. And I connected to it.
I had a three year old and a one year old that year. I knew that my three year daughter was not thriving in the way all my friends' three year olds were thriving. Life seemed too much for my girl to bear and so she was in a constant battle with it. Which meant she was in constant battle with me, her mother. I couldn't fix it. I had been trying and trying for three years. I wanted to fix it so badly and I was so ashamed and wracked with a sense of lack that I couldn't. If she needed help that meant that I needed help too. In my mind that was equivalent to failing as a mother.
J's story was woven into my heart the first day I heard it. His father helped me to accept that getting help was not a choice. It was a need, a necessity. I don't know many details of J's life but I don't need to. His father gave me an enormous gift of showing me how to live as a parent of a child who is in pain. I don't think I could see my daughter's challenging behaviors as her own pain back then, but my eyes were opened to the idea of figuring out an alternative way to do parenthood. J's father showed me that it's possible to be grieving, to be joyful, and to be loving all at the same time.
It may seem odd to have made this strong connection between our experiences. He was parenting a 20 year old and I a three year old. This the beauty of love and kindness. We don't need to understand it. We only need to be open to receive it. And we need to be willing to give it of ourselves.
I'm still learning how to parent my child who continues to experience the world differently than her peers. I still want to solve it and put it behind us, but I'm starting to understand that is not how this works. I have enlisted many helpers and healers in the past six years. A desire is growing stronger within me to live joyfully in this own life of mine and not let the weight of this keep me under the surface.
Earlier this month, just as 2018 was waking up and stretching its limbs, J released himself from this life. He was 26 years old. I know this is not the end of J's story. He will continue to touch me and the many others that survive him. His story will ripple.
I've seen his father since that day. I see him in deep, deep grief and joy and love.
Last weekend, in sub-zero temps, my family traveled north to Boston. It had been seven years, exactly, since the time we spent there when my son Griffin was born. It was a weekend to feel all the feels.
My husband is running the Boston Marathon this spring in support of the Ethan M. Lindberg Foundation team, Team Frannie. Our connection with the Foundation runs deep. Over seven years deep, if anyone is counting. They were the moms who connected me to other moms in the early days of Griffin's diagnosis, when my belly swelled in front of me and his heart was the size of a grape. I've followed the stories of so many heart families supported by this foundation in big and small ways.
The four runners on Team Frannie were in Boston together to film a video capturing their own stories of connection to congenital heart disease (CHD). The families of the runners were invited to participate too. It's hard to put words to the feeling of being in the same physical space as these families, all touched deeply by CHD, who have chosen to put their energies towards helping other families. Well, and towards running many, many miles. Several of the moms with us last weekend, including Ethan's mom and Frannie's mom, have lost their children to this disease. So yes, there is a great sadness. And, there is also a great hope. A great light. That from the deepest, darkest place a tiny seed can be planted. It may take a long time, but that seed can grow. The sprout may be tiny and it may be surrounded by grief, but still, it can grow. These families are a living testimony that the from the deepest pain can come the most beautiful joy. And yes, that joy is tinged with sadness, because life is both, not either or.
The memories of being in Boston for Griffin's birth came rushing back. I have visual memories of that time and visceral memories that I feel in my body. There was so much uncertainty, deep, never-ending uncertainty that we had no choice but to manage in the moment. And now, seven years later, we have this joyful, endearing, sweet, sweet boy. Who still has not had an open heart surgery.
We are so grateful and happy for Griffin's outcome. And I am so affected and saddened by the losses of other families. Again, it is both. I hold both of these thoughts together anytime, literally, anytime, I think of Griffin's journey. There is still so much uncertainty, but I have become much better at dealing with it and of course the intensity is not as strong. I think, well, actually I know, I am a better person for facing it and turning it around and around to examine every day.
Our stories don't end. I will likely keep rewriting my story of being a heart mom for the rest of my life. There is hope in that for me. That our stories can always be changed, they always will change. And that we can influence them, we have that strength. We can reach out to another mom to share what we've learned, we can choose to advocate for a cause we believe in. We can nurture the seed planted in the dark.
p.s. One of the highlights of the work of this Foundation is a retreat for mom's who have lost a child due to chronic illness. If there is someone you know who might benefit from this retreat, please pass along this info. Moms are the backbone of our communities and we need to support them. http://www.ethanlindberg.com/retreat/
Introducing my intention for the year, The Next Right Thing. What's your next right thing? Maybe it's taking my class to give yourself time to rewrite your story. I still have spaces and we start on Tuesday. Go here for details and registration.
Did you answer, yes, yes and yes (like me)? Then my upcoming class is for you.
It's a new year and it's time to rewrite your story of struggle to boost your well-being. Class is held Tuesday nights starting January 16th, 7-8:30pm, for six weeks at the Insight Shop in Vienna, VA. Make this be the first step towards saying YES to empowerment and clarity in 2018. Cost is $197. We have limited availability and I want to see you in class - sign up today!
What happens each class?
Class generally follows this format each week:
- Review our goal of the week
- Inspirational quote and reading of the week
- Mini-lesson: Writing your story
- Mini-lesson: Science
- Community discussion
- Guided writing time
What will I get out of the class?
Here's what a recent client had to say:
On what curriculum is the course based?
This is a completely innovative curriculum developed by me, Rachel Nusbaum. The class blends the science behind our personal stories (called narrative identity) with the how-to's of writing your story. The goal is to get your story out of your head and onto the page. (The goal is not to publish your story or to share it publicly.) Class consists of learning, self-reflection, writing, and community. All of the resources I used to develop the course are shared with the students enrolled.
What's your teaching style like?
Why, I'm so glad you asked. Each week I send out a comprehensive email of the writing lessons and techniques we've discussed in class, links to all of the resources for the week, the weekly quote and a science lesson video. Here's sneak peek into the video included in Class One's email:
What do I need for class?
Just show up with an open mind and heart! I created a special workbook that I will give to you on the first day of class. All of your writing will be completed in the workbook. If your preference for writing is on a keyboard, you will need to bring your laptop.
What do I gain from working with you?
A recent client had this to say:
Still have burning questions? Reach out to me.
Did you, like me, have grand plans for the week between Christmas and New Year's? I was going to spend lots of time cuddled up with a blanket and a cup of coffee, writing and coming up with some amazing content to share with you all. Make a marketing plan for my upcoming writing course and lay out the agenda for a workshop I'm hosting this month.
I didn't know what day it was let alone have space for creativity. What I did have was lots of time with my family. Let me tell you about one of those days.
We gifted tickets to our family for the SpongeBob musical on Broadway in New York a couple days before New Year's. I had found the tickets at a really affordable price and I was so excited to be in NYC to see this show in which many inspiring musicians collaborated, like Sara Bareilles and John Legend. We finally got to the theatre, all seven of us, after driving, parking, cabbing, walking, stairs. The seats were in the very.last.row of the theatre. So high up that you literally had to lean forward to see the front of the stage, but everyone else in the balcony below you is doing the same so it really doesn't help. We get everyone in the seats for two minutes and realize they have boosters for the kids, so off my husband goes in search of them. My 8 year old daughter, Carly, starts moving from seat to seat, shuffling all of us in our tiny space. I realize Curt's been gone for 15 minutes and he texts saying they won't let him back up yet. My mother-in-law starts feeling ill and heads for the bathroom located directly behind our seats. Carly's getting really antsy and decides she needs to climb the five flights of theatre stairs, so she sprints away with my brother-in-law. My sister-in-law leaves the theatre to search for medication for her mom.
It was quite a scene. Only me and my 6 year old son, Griffin, saw the majority of the show. A part of me was really disappointed. Our whole trip centered around this event and here we were with everyone miserable and scattered. But a little part of me said, "Enjoy the show. You have family here to help you." And I (mostly) did. I loved the show. Griffin even sat on my lap for 20 minutes, which I relished knowing those days are coming to an end.
The fact that we had really crappy seats? It turned out to be the perfect spot for my antsy, stomachache-y family. I can't imagine being front and center while all of this played out - that would've been completely distracting for those around us. But in the way back, my family could do what they needed to without bothering anybody.
When was the last time this happened to you? We build things up in our heads and our expectations soar. Then the trip or concert or party happens and fails to live up to those grand ideas. Science shows it's good for us to plan and to anticipate fun times, so I'm not suggesting you stop doing that. Maybe having more realistic expectations about how things might play out would help.
Or maybe asking yourself, "What can I enjoy in this moment?" can be a really useful tool.
Because I actually sat in a seat for the entire show as my family offered to help my daughter and mother-in-law. What a blessing and a gift. And what a shame it would have been if I chose not to receive it.