When asked what is needed in order to help oppressed women around the world, the winner of the 2011 Nobel Peace Prize, Leymah Gbowee replied, “more women in power.”
And it’s true. More women in power will make for a better world. Yet there’s a distinct void when it comes to women in leadership roles, because when it comes to power, owning it and using it, women are more conditioned to say, no thanks, than, I’ll take that, thank you very much.
I was just strolling along minding my own business, smelling the roses and feeling the fresh air in that zen-nish kind of way that us mindfulness teachers have...when I noticed a pit of ‘something’ in the back of my stomach. I paid attention to it, and breathed deeply. I stayed with it. Felt it. Let it sit within me. Not ignoring it, but went on with my life. And yet it persisted. Finally it occurred to me that what I was feeling was fear. Naked, cold, overwhelming fear.
As I attempted to cope with an onslaught of strong emotion and fear last weekend, I turned to my old standby’s. I got into hot water. I ate most of a bag of Oreo’s (double cream filling) and went shopping. And then on Saturday morning I looked at a pair of shoes that was so exquisitely beautiful my breath was taken from my body. I fondled them. I stared at them from different angles and then I looked at the price tag. $698.
I have done two separate presentations this week on cash flow. No matter where I go I see people in pain and misery over their financial situations sitting forward on their chairs hoping that I will be the one to finally unlock their secrets and cure their madness around money. I might be.
Recently a medical doctor came to our offices to give a seminar on hormones and health. One of her more humorous comments was that women should check their progesterone levels before making financial decisions. It was said tongue in cheek but the overall message was that we can be hijacked by our emotional state and decision making can be coloured by feelings we may not even be aware of...
And indeed, researchers have confirmed what many of us have personally experienced.
How do you measure success? More importantly, what is your measurement based on? Determining the answer to this may be more steeped in history than you think. Defining my life’s purpose has been a pretty windy path for me. It’s not an area I have struggled with tremendously but neither has it been straightforward. I have always sensed that my purpose in life is in some form of service to others, to help. But this is in stark contrast to what history tells me is the path to recognition or success.
It has been a very tiring week. That kind of bone-weary, drag your butt to the core heaviness that speaks of hours of missed sleep and too much time spent working, helping, feeding and supporting other people, other agendas.
Love. It will mess us up every time. If I had a dollar for every woman who comes into my office who has placed ultimate importance in life on her personal relationships, putting them in front of her own needs, I could solve world hunger.