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Alright my list lovers.
Apparently this is not going to be your standard blog….Your friendly “every Wednesday at 10am” newsletter that kindly makes its way into your inbox.
No, I’m the Friday night at 3am kinda gal. The girlfriend that calls you in the middle of the night, burning with excitement to tell you about the amazing night she just had. The huge insight that just ripped her open. The hot, thought-encounter that just shook her world.
The wisdom bomb that just went off.
Yep, it’s been one of those nights. One of those nights when you dance your ass off and, right there, right smack in the middle of the dance floor, you have an insight that blows your mind.
An idea that shakes you up. As in, AWAKE. You get up. You rise in awareness to meet your mind and you say:
It changes your life, the way you see things. A perspective shift. A diamond insight.
Creativity emerges and you find yourself wanting – longing – to somehow, in some way, share this beauty, this truth with the world.
It could be in song or dance. It could be a painting, or a book. It could be a special, loving touch, a grand adventure, or a love filled gaze.
Or, as is often the case with myself and the women I serve, it could be via the spoken word.
Whatever it is, one thing’s for sure:
the nature of a wisdom bomb is this — once it’s received, it’s meant to be shared.
That’s how wisdom works.
That’s how it lives on and spills from mind, to mind, to mind.
That’s how we evolve.
But here’s where the trouble starts. Here’s where the suffering and the insanity begins:
We forget that sharing is its very nature, and we think we’re crazy, or not good enough, or too fat, or not pretty enough, or for sure, not smart enough, or not original enough, or far too imperfect, too young (or too old), not ready, or not worth enough to share our wisdom with the world.
And instead of the blossoming balm of a wisdom bomb exploding in the world and igniting hearts and minds far & wide, we suffer the implosion of wisdom left to die inside.
This is tragic. A tragedy. A travesty unto one’s self.
In not speaking up and sharing what has moved and transformed us (and what is aching to be shared with others), we stop the natural flow of love, wisdom, and healing.
It hurts. It hurts our selves. It hurts our world.
So, to you, my dear list lover, I say to you this: let your wisdom bombs shine. Let your insights emerge. Let your voice ring out, and share the gift of your brilliance with us all.
We are waiting for you.
All my love,
KC Baker has a unique passion and approach for helping women find their voice, and step into a larger playing field. She is a generous spirit with an unforgettable presence. If you have a chance in your life to work with her, take it!
Executive Presence and Speaking Coach and Professor at UC Berkeley, Haas School of Business