why feeling stuck can be a gift

Feeling stuck is the gift that comes from pushing the bounds of one’s creative capacity. Struggling is the gift that comes from wanting to get better at something and not being there yet. Both conditions sweeten the eventual outcome. But it’s important not to fixate on the outcome because no one can predict when that end will come. And even when it comes, the moment of relief or success is fleeting, and so are the positive emotions that come with it. So, knowing the brevity of the experience and the feelings that follow feeling stuck or struggling, the only way to create a more lasting sensation of happiness, satisfaction, or general positive feelings, is to savor the process and focus all attention on what is happening now - inside the body, especially - and maintaining an awareness of how impermanent everything is.

Connecting Our Disparate Inner Parts

A disconnected inner self leads to a chaotic outer world experience in which we feel like we don't fit in. Feeling like you don't fit in affects how we act, treat others, and perceive the world around us.

The journey towards healing starts with acknowledging and accepting these truths and committing to a lifestyle that connects the disparate parts of our inner world. Connecting our disparate inner parts makes our inner world whole.

In this whole inner world, unpleasant feelings are no longer labeled as bad and hidden away but are acknowledged and cared for, just like the feelings traditionally labeled as pleasant.

In this whole inner world, unpleasant feelings are first-class citizens. All feelings get to experience the joy of being seen.

The biggest step we must take is acknowledging, accepting, and experiencing all feelings on an even playing field. When we take this step, our perspective opens and our compassion for others deepens.

Compassion transforms our actions. We feel good.

And so the cycle goes.

The Intoxication of Feedback

Feedback is like a drug to me, and I've been a junkie for it all of my working life. Not just the nice, 'you've done a good job' kind of feedback, but more of the 'here's what you can do better' variety that gives me something tangible to munch on.

Maybe it's because I never had the kind of enviable confidence that some people have. The kind of confidence that makes them feel like they are always right. The kind of confidence that, like a security blanket or better yet, a protective shield, makes it difficult for any kind of criticism to seep through.

Or maybe it's because I think that I'm destined to forever be a runner-up, never in first place, kind of woman, and so there's always room to do more work to be an even better version of myself. Whatever the reason, it's left me hungry to understand what I can improve, and therefore always very receptive to feedback.

Among the best feedback I have ever received, the piece of advice that remains with me to this day, had to do with my posture during meetings. YES, my posture of all things. Specifically, to not let my shoulders fall during challenging or heated conversations in which my ideas were being built upon (stolen?) and someone else was receiving the full credit.

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I was very early in my career when I received this gem of advice - super green on the job, but full of thoughts about how to solve problems creatively, intuition about business, and enthusiasm to contribute. I wasn't afraid to contribute openly in discussions with very senior people. But I was unaccustomed to the politics and the competitive dynamics in a hierarchical environment. I had loads of potential, but my delivery needed pruning.

A typical day involved many meetings with peers across different functional departments and senior leaders who were ultimately there to be appealed to with compelling arguments. The meetings were like a theatre - a Broadway play with a cast of characters who rotated across the same roles.

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The narcissist was my favorite role to observe. This person not only had the most air time in every meeting, but also found a way to take credit for all of the good ideas, including mine. And the resultant praise that would be directed in the narcissist's direction would plant seeds of doubt and uncertainty in my mind and apparently, also on my face and in my shoulders.

So when I received this amazingly pointed feedback, I was so thankful. I am indeed an extremely animated in person. Even when I am not speaking, I am speaking. I listen and react to others with my whole body. So the feedback was clearly for me - it was based in accurate observation, was insightful, and specific, and doled out in a careful manner that balanced softness with brutal honesty.

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Immediately after that conversation, I became hyper aware of my body language and facial expressions during meetings. I had to act-as-if I was not affected when my ideas were being retold by another, because the truth is, I did feel a sting of hurt and at the time, was still inexperienced in the art of advocating for myself.

I wondered then, as I often do now, about the many people who never have the blessing of experiencing this kind of compassionate feedback and lament at what a missed opportunity that is.

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So if or when you have the opportunity to coach or mentor someone and want to help them develop in a certain area by sharing feedback, consider the following tips to do so carefully and effectively.

1. Be specific. The worst kind of feedback, is vague or generic feedback that does not pinpoint specific examples of the behavior or issue you'd like the individual to address. Statements like, "good job" or "you should prioritize better" don't help to narrow down the things that are working well and should be maintained, or not working well and need to be adjusted. However, qualifying statements like, "good job on delivering a very clear, concise and compelling presentation. The way you visualized the story helped bring the audience along." can go much further to motivate and also clarify expectations around what good looks like in the future. The same clarity goes when giving constructive feedback.
2. Give examples. If the feedback is related to a particular behavior, it is helpful to make note of specific examples of when the behavior was observed so that these can be recalled when giving feedback. It will bring the receiver back to the moment and what was going on - all context that makes the feedback become internalized in more lasting ways than in the absence of specific examples.
3. Be timely. Never wait too long before giving feedback. The more distance between the moment a behavior is observed and the moment that feedback is received, the more challenging the conversation can become.
4. Be empathetic. Try to find a time and space that works for the person with whom you are going to speak. You don't want them to feel cornered or caught off guard. Ask them whether they are open to receiving feedback. And only if they say yes, should you proceed to share your thoughts.

Feel free to share your own experiences with giving and receiving feedback in the comments section below. We'd love to hear.

My Journey to Overcoming Adversity

where there's a wheel, there's a way

An adverse birth

Life can be such an irony - I was born on the 1^st of April, yes April Fool’s Day, and trust me that’s not the worst of it. What a joke, it's April Fool’s Day and I’m born breech with a parasitic twin, meaning I was born with my underdeveloped twin’s abdominal organs inside of me. This meant that my abdominal organs were duplicated so 4 kidneys, 2 appendices, duplicated colons etc.

To make matters worse my spinal cord was not fully formed, it protruded outwards in a fatty tumour like mass called a lymphoma. That led to a diagnosis called Lypo Myelomeningocele which is the reason behind my paralysis. With all those abnormalities I’m quite certain my mom hoped it was all an April Fool’s joke and that someone would say ‘April Fools!, here’s your normal new born’.

That never happened. Instead, I stayed with her in hospital for 2 years undergoing corrective surgery. She went on to name me Bongumesiya, an African name which means ‘give reverence to the Messiah(God)’ which is formidable given the adversity that she was presented with.

Overcomingadversity daily

I consider myself a joker because I try to make light of every adverse situation I’m faced with. My disability, like many adversities, is an uncomfortable constant: so making light of it helps me find solace in it.

I make fun of my one leg being smaller than the other; I poke fun at my disability and even my tough upbringing. This makes people around me comfortable and they find it easy to approach me. It helps me see things positively and gives me momentum to strive.

To that extent I’ve been able obtain a Bachelor of Commerce degree, play sport at a National level, start-up a disability rights fraternity, and most recently start work as an intern at a leading multinational company.

The ability to step back from your situation and perceive things differently is key to overcoming adversity.

Being born with duplicated organs means I was born with abundance; and naturally, that abundance that manifested itself inside of me had to translate to my life externally.

There are people born without limbs, sight, speech, hearing and in that regard I was blessed because I was born with more than enough. My many scars as a result of corrective surgeries keep me grounded and remind me of how much I’ve overcome.

You can overcomeadversity too

We are all faced with adversity; be it psychological, physical, social, calamity induced or even self-diagnosed.

My disability does not make me immune to the rest of life’s challenges but I apply the same philosophy to overcoming those challenges.

When faced with a challenge I envision myself overcoming the challenge and then I slowly take steps toward actually overcoming it.

Surround yourself with positive and inspirational people who will force you to see yourself beyond your adversity and help you become the greatest version of yourself.

Grateful Fridays: Reflections from this week

Today is my 10 year wedding anniversary. [YAY!!!] A perfect day to reflect not just on the events of this week, but also to look back on the last ten years of partnership with my husband and celebrate how far I/we have come. Here are some things that I am grateful for:

• My life partner. I have so much to say here, but words never seem to do my gratitude justice. So I'll keep it short and sweet. I am grateful - not just this week, but eternally - for your calm, thoughtful and loving presence in our home. You keep it together during the moments of unbridled joy AND chaos and allow me the break that I sometimes need when I transition from work-mode to mommy-mode. The love runs deep here. Thank you always, and Happy Anniversary, babe!

• My fierce mother. Yesterday was my mom's birthday. She lives in Trinidad, so it's been several years since we've been together to celebrate her in person. Before leaving for work yesterday, I got my family together to record a video of us singing her Happy Birthday and then towards the end of my day, her early morning, I called to wish her Happy Birthday again and catch up a bit more. I miss her terribly during these moments, because I feel so far away, but it is so reassuring to hear her speak of how proud she is of her children and the job she did raising us. I am grateful that I had a strong, extremely hardworking and loving mom raise me to become the strong, extremely hardworking and loving woman I am today. Thank you, Mom!

• Spring. Finally! After an unseasonably dark, cold and wet May in Basel, including one day of surprise snow, the weather finally started looking up this week. The sun was out in all its glory, causing the temperature to rise and coats and scarves to recede from view. I am grateful for the sun and the trees, and the flowers, and summer attire, and sunglasses, and the good moods, and all the other sweet goodies that came flowing out as a result of the change in weather this week.

• 'Dancerobics' at the gym. I recently joined a gym and decided to take one of their dance classes this week. Even though I knew that it would not really be anything like the more technical dance classes that I'm used to, I was looking forward to leaving the office early on Tuesday to experience it. It was a sort of samba style, zumba class with fast-paced choreography that I had a hard time following at times (it didn't help that the teacher taught the class in Swiss-German, which I still do not understand); but I broke a good sweat and had a blast. I am grateful to have had an opportunity to move my body around to choreography again and look forward to trying out some other classes soon.

• My in-laws are in town! I love my husband's parents and truly enjoy visiting them in Maryland or having them visit us wherever we are. When I returned home from work yesterday after they'd arrived, I walked into a lovefest between them and the girls. It makes me happy that they have these precious moments together because the memories will last a lifetime. I am grateful to have them here, and (sssshhhhhh!) look forward to taking them up on their offer to babysit a couple days while they're here ;)

• Budding mentee relationships at work. I gravitate towards people who are willing to be themselves around me; people who don't pretend to be perfect and happy all of the time; aren't afraid to share when they are struggling, or unhappy; and trust me to open up and have a real conversation. This week I was fortunate to have had really wonderfully authentic conversations with young women who I care about. I am grateful that they feel comfortable enough with me to be vulnerable, and are open to hear my stories as well. I look forward to having more and more of these conversations in the future.

So what are you grateful for this week? I'd love to hear from you.

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up

I grew up around friends who knew what they wanted to be. I, on the other hand, had no clue. While I didn't feel too terrible about it, I did feel like I was missing out on something communal. To get in on the action, I either needed to (1) discover exactly what I wanted to be, or (2) at least know what to say when I was asked the question: "What do YOU want to be when you grow up?" I chose to do the latter.

Fortunately, I was surrounded by cues on what would be acceptable to say. There were the books in my Early Readers series that told stories of mummies and daddies who worked in hospitals and schools and offices, doing important things all day while their kids were at school. There were the 'let's-pretend-we're-grownups' games played during recess that allowed me to try out different roles. But perhaps the most overt signals came from the adults around me whose palpable excitement could not be contained when a child exclaimed "Doctor!" "Lawyer!" "Astronaut" or "President!" in response to that taxing question.

So when I turned 6, I decided on [DRUM ROLL] ... Doctor. It wasn't what I necessarily wanted to BE, but it was what I had decided to say: it was a frontrunner in all the above scenarios; and adults seemed to adore the idea. So I kept the ruse going well into early adolescence.

But by 15, my genuine disinterest in medicine revealed itself. I found my Biology and Chemistry classes to be interesting, but more tedious than I had patience to tolerate. I loved applying myself and was never one to shy away from my studies, but this felt different. The work didn't feel worth it.

I don't recall telling my mother that I no longer wanted to be a doctor, but I must have, because at some point, I switched into the subjects of Business and Spanish and she raised no memorable objection. But inside, I was a bit confused: I still felt the same pressure to narrow in on a set of subjects that would be the foundation of a future profession, yet had no natural inclination towards any particular area. Well, except for dance. I wanted to be a dancer. But that was not going to happen. Subject for another post.

So I stayed the course with Business and Spanish and went on to major (naturally) in International Business at University. The passion still had not emerged, and I had no idea where inside that field I would want to land, but I ploughed away. I continued ploughing away through Business School all the way to my first corporate job... and that's when, with the help of caring coaches, exceptional managers and empathetic mentors, I began to uncover some truths about myself and nuggets of wisdom that continue to propel me forward in life.

• It's okay to not know what you want to do when you grow up. Not having a clearly defined vision of a final professional end state made it easy for me to say yes to new opportunities. I probably would not be where I am today if it wasn't for this mindset.

• Understand what you like to do inside of your job, then find ways to do more of it. Early on in my career, I recall feeling extremely anxious about my future. Although I was doing well in my job, I felt like a fraud because in my mind, I was destined to be doing other things with my life (like dancing! or running a small business!) and my new reality was inconsistent with this vision I had for myself. With the help of my then Life Coach, I was able to understand and embrace the fact that there were elements of the work that I truly enjoyed - problem solving, working on a team, storytelling, etc. - because they were strengths transferred from my former life as a professional dancer. These became some of my 'must haves' as I moved into new roles.

• You don't have to end up where you started. Whether it's a new opportunity inside your current company, a cross-functional assignment, a change of company, a side hustle on top of your day job, or a return to education to enter an entirely new field, you have the power to mix things up, experiment and make changes in your life. It is never too late to start something new - you can have as many acts in life as you desire.

So tell me... when you were younger, did you have a clear picture of what you wanted to be doing when you grew up? Are you doing it, or has life taken you onto other paths which you had not initially imagined for yourself?

My Gratitude Practice

In the middle of last year, I set an intention to manifest a change in my life. I bought a small journal, and on the first page, I penned a letter to my future self, visualizing what I felt I needed to STOP and START doing in order to see that change come to fruition.

This practice of reflecting on paper quickly became habitual. It was also surprisingly therapeutic and nourishing: like exercise for my mind and food for my soul. I was excited that I'd discovered this new outlet to process the feelings of hope, frustration and fear that were constantly emerging because of this desire that I'd manifested.

When I experienced setbacks and slumps, the journal was a real lifesaver. I'd write to remind myself of my mother's mantras, celebrate even the tiniest of 'wins', and acknowledge that the tension I was feeling was a good thing: because this tension - this 'struggle,' really - was a sign that I was striving for something better.

"All striving comes from lack, from a dissatisfaction with one's condition, and is thus suffering as long as it is not satisfied; but no satisfaction is lasting; instead, it is only the beginning of a new striving. We see striving everywhere inhibited in many ways, struggling everywhere; and thus always suffering; there is no final goal of striving, and therefore no bounds or end to suffering."

Arthur Schopenhauer (German Philosopher), The World as Will and Representation, Vol. 1

Since that first future-self letter, I've continued to turn to my journal, not always every day but with decent regularity, to reflect on the things that I am grateful for - big and small. And when I don't get to the journal (especially on the weekends when being fully available for my family takes precedent or laziness washes over me), I have fun just shouting out things I'm grateful for with my kids. Things like: "We love you TREES! We are grateful that you are here and you have leaves on you now that it is Spring. Thank you for being so green and beautiful!" that seem silly, but are true reflections of how we really feel and also help to fill our home with a lighthearted positivity that lasts until Monday.

Now I know that this whole gratitude practice / journaling thing is not for everyone. For instance, if you're working through extremely painful or complex issues, expressing gratitude alone may not be a sufficient or satisfying solution - neither if you simply don't enjoy writing, nor if you're already where you want to be in life... you get the point. But if you're working towards a clear goal and want to find more appreciation for, and enjoyment in the process of working towards that goal, then it doesn't hurt to give it a try.

• Helpful Resource: I follow @commandinglife on Instagram because I like their inspirational daily quotes, but they also sell a daily inspirational journal that gives you the tools to get into the practice more easily.

So What Am I Grateful For?

After learning of Brene Brown's TGIF | A Weekly Gratitude Practice, I was inspired to start sharing some of the things that I am grateful for on this forum as well.

But not in this post... not yet.

www.brenebrown.com #TGIFpractice

I don't plan on sharing everything that I'm grateful for everyday because for me it's important that some things in life remain personal. Plus, I'm sure that you will get bored.

So sharing a summary of my week's highlights on Fridays seems like a good place to start. I'm excited to see how it goes, and hope to hear from you on your week's highlights as well.

Stay tuned!

Hello Everyone. My name is ___ and I am a recovering perfectionist

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"Close your eyes! Open your hands, Mummy!" demanded my 6 year old daughter one Saturday morning as she eagerly shared another one of her precious works of art. She had been silently toiling away at it in her room for over an hour.

"Okay. Now, open them!" ... "I made this for you. Do you like it?" I smiled knowingly, slowly opened my eyes and excitedly exclaimed [like it was the first time this scene was being played out], "Oh, thank you darling! It is absolutely goooorrggeeouus!"

Without trying to break my smile, I snuck a quick glance down at her multi-colored fingers and palms, and then at the floor where a trail of itty bitty pieces of paper and glitter lay in her path. I breathed deeply and quietly reminded myself: It's the weekend, Nikkia; let her have her fun; remember it's about finding joy in the DOING; embrace the chaos.

Seeming to sense my struggle to keep things positive, she added empathetically: "Mummy, you don't have to worry about all of this. Remember, I am an artist, and sometimes artists have to make mess in order to create!" I was equal parts shocked at the maturity of her words AND inspired by how quickly the student was becoming the teacher. But mostly, I was super duper proud.

It is wonderful that she has found an outlet to express herself, without inhibition, at such a young age. And I admire that she sees so much beauty in imperfection (or rather, what the world has taught us to view as imperfect). Where others see drawing outlines as a clear indication of where color should begin and stop, she sees mere suggestions that need not be taken too seriously.

I feel slightly ashamed to admit this. But the truth is that in my daughter's early coloring days, my instinct was to say "nice job sweetie pie, but, see those lines? Let's try to color inside of them next time." Of course I didn't say this outloud. But I thought it, and that was enough for me to feel like I was doing a lousy job at embracing my daughter for who she was and nurturing her natural talents.

It was clear that I needed to work on myself and my perfectionist mindset before I could willingly accept the clutter, the fingerprints on the walls and the general chaos. I had to let go of my desire to want her to want order, neatness and perfection (read: be more like me).

My perfectionist tendencies went way back. It was a quality that was nurtured in me as a child and rewarded in school. It helped me remain focused and resilient after I'd graduated from university and then again, business school and desperately in search of a job.

I was the person who would look at an email endlessly to make sure that it was perfect before hitting the send button. And even after sending it out, I'd re-read it, then get angry at myself if I noticed a mistake that I did not catch before sending it out. And when a presentation was finished, I'd spend hours making it look like a consultant's presentation; fixating on font and formatting and slide titles like the future of the business depended on it. It was excruciating and time-sucking, but it also secretly made me very happy to do these things.

It took a near burnout for me to realize that striving for perfection not only stressed me out unnecessarily, but also made me look like a control freak who didn't know how to prioritize. A close friend recognized my patterns and was eager to share a road-tested solution with me. She knew that I was a junkie for constructive feedback and would want to "win" at implementing this. I am so happy that she shared this, because I've been passing it along to others ever since.

She said that I could relax to my standards to about 80% because, for many folks, my 80% looked pretty damn close to 100%. The value of that remaining 20% was almost non-existent. It may have made ME feel good, but it took time and energy to get there and was not seen to offer any substantial value over and above the 80%.

So I slowly started pulling back to test the waters. And you know what? No. One. Noticed. A. Difference. Not a soul.

• I did not get called out for sending emails with typos or presentations with wonky formatting. The message was received and understood.

• Something kind of strange also started happening. The more I shared my 60% or 80% finished work with my partners, the more involved they began to feel in my work and the easier it was for them to provide helpful feedback. It was as though showing NON-perfect work was a show of how comfortable and confident as I was in my work.

• Of course, if I was dealing with a priority project or communicating with a person or a group that were very high up in the pecking order, I buttoned up and gave 100% and spent that extra time where I needed to.

Today, I am proud to say that I am a recovering perfectionist. I prioritize where I need to put more focus and spend more time and where I can afford to do less - at home AND at work. And when I start slipping back into old habits, I think of my daughter's approach to her art and remind myself to let go and not take things so seriously.

So tell me, do you consider yourself a perfectionist or a recovering perfectionist? How has that affected the way you work - positively and negatively. Feel free to share your thoughts / stories in the comments section below.

Some people will dislike you no matter what you do... and that's totally fine

That is not me. I think he might have something against me. Or maybe he just does not like me. I'm not sure what else I can do. I am not sure I want to do anything else.

These were the thoughts that flitted across my mind while receiving some unusually harsh, and undeserved criticism from someone, on behalf of someone else.

Sitting across from the message bearer, I stared unflinchingly into his eyes with legs crossed and torso upright and forward leaning; a physical habit that I'd adopted so that I could fully focus on the message, listen intently, actively, and empathetically; so that I could try to tease apart fact from fiction... truth from emotion.

Although I wanted to defend myself against what felt like character assassination and was growing more frustrated at the suggestion that I should continue to find ways to "win him over" given his position, I remained motionless and quiet, except for the occasional blink or reflexive head tilt to express my genuine disbelief and concern. When a natural lull in the conversation allowed me to respond, I calmly let it out:

"I am sorry, but asking me to try to 'win him over' is something that is a bit unfair. I have heard this feedback before and done all that I could do to flex my style to make him more comfortable with me and to try to build a relationship. I honestly believe that he simply does not like me because I break with the norm of what he's used to; if I don't agree with him, I voice it... and this does not sit well with him. So I have accepted that he may always dislike me, and you know what? I am okay with it."

I went on to try to elaborate why I felt it was impossible to win this man over: he had an old-school view of women in the workplace; a cultural background that emphasized hierarchy pandering to the one individual at the top; a belief that people should only do what they are told versus challenge the status quo.

And while I understood the feedback, I was clear that I was no longer going to try to be liked by someone whose feelings I had no control over... because 'trying' would require me to completely alter the way I showed up in any interaction with him, quiet the natural curiosity that led me to ask questions in meetings that could illuminate a better way forward; and stop challenging when I felt like I had ample information or cause to do so.

I'd be lying if I told you that this was easy. It wasn't. It was tough because I like people, and I like people to like me. I enjoy helping people and the teams that I work with, and want to bring a light, positive and we-can-do-this energy in all my interactions. So making the decision to stop trying to work on a relationship that only I wanted to see improve, took mental toughness and resilience.

So if like me, you're not a natural 'people pleaser,' you will probably encounter similar situations at work and in life. It may hurt the first time you get word that someone doesn't like you and that's okay. You can't ignore the feeling. But you can control your behavior and what you do next.

Your challenge will be to figure out: (A) whether the dislike that you're experiencing is valid and needs your attention (because it causes discomfort, truly offends others, or is hurting the perception of your work); or (B) whether the dislike should be left alone and ignored (because it is directed to you the person and not your work or contributions, is isolated to an individual, and your previous attempts to build a relationship with the person has led to naught).

If it's the former, then you have some reflection to do and I'd recommend seeking advice from your manager, a coach or mentor on how to address whatever the issue is. But if it's the latter, then understanding that NOT caring too much - cause it saves your energy and allows you to not compromise who you are - could be the key to moving on.

For more insights on how to care less when someone doesn't like you, check out this blog post from Refine the Mind titled, The Gorgeous Reality of Not Being Well-Liked by Everyone.

What strategies have you employed to deal with people who dislike you, either at work or in life? Please let me know in the comments section below!

Why it's okay to ask for help when you're struggling at work

One of my favorite and most treasured golden gems of advice gifted to me by my first boss, was to never shy away from asking for help, because:

... those who are able to acknowledge that they don't have all of the answers and are brave enough to seek guidance, tend to go the furthest.

Like your tell-it-like-it-is aunt, or that sensible older cousin, she had an uncanny ability to see into my future in a way that I could not. When she spoke, I felt emotion and force and intellect carrying her words - a clear sign that she was speaking from experience. So I listened intently. She put a tremendous amount of care and effort into helping me understand my potential so that I could fly far when I had left her protective nest. She strove to help put me on as sturdy a footing as possible as soon as I walked through the doors because she knew that the world beyond her reassuring reach would not be so forgiving.

Looking back, the behavior which led my boss to dole out sage wisdom in her typical no frills, borderline tough love style, came from a place of innocence on my part. It was an obvious rookie misstep. Believing in my abilities in spite of my lack of deep technical experience, she'd managed to bring me in to join her team, part-time at first. She desperately needed some additional hands to help tackle the mountain of work that her full-time team could no longer focus on because of a sudden tripling in workload; the happy result of a recent, super, successful, new product launch. My task seemed fairly simple at the outset: review a bunch of historical research from a handful of different countries; find the patterns and inconsistencies; then present thoughtful recommendations to the broader team.

"Well, this is a lot, but I've got what it takes, right?" were my initial thoughts. I don't think I actually said many words while the request was being explained to me. For sure, if I did, none of them were questions. So I left her office feeling excited and ready to tackle my very first big-girl corporate assignment. I returned to my cubicle and started opening the files from my email. One by one, I quickly clicked through each report and became increasingly overwhelmed by all that I in-fact did not know: the jargon, the acronyms; the differences in the way each report was assembled; the numbers... all. those. numbers.

I shut my laptop and headed to the coffee cart by the elevators when our friendly coffee lady stopped on our floor. I was eager to take a break, because by then, my brain was swimming with thoughts of doom and doubt. Wait, I have no idea what a corporate-style 'synthesis' looks like! What does she mean by 'synthesis'? Is that a summary or are they used to something completely different around here? I felt silly for feeling so ill-prepared, and worried about being found out for this.

I returned to my desk to continue to inflict more mental wounds; I'm not supposed to be here. I'm the only one here who hasn't worked in the field that they were hired to work in before. I'm not sure she knew what she would be getting into when she hired me. And on I went. I spent most of the day beating myself up for not being able to figure things out more quickly and kept all these feelings to myself. The next day, I resolved to get moving and did what I could to get on top of the request so that I could prove to my boss that she'd not made a mistake in bringing me on. I did everything...well, I did everything that is, except ask for help.

Before the final delivery of my presentation, I'd set up a meeting to share my progress and get feedback from my boss. By that point, I had worked so hard on perfecting every slide that I'd convinced myself that the presentation was awesome. Yes, awesome. I was proud of what I'd overcome and was eager to see my boss' reaction to what I'd done; what I'd thought was really good work.

But she wasn't on the same page. She didn't think that it was awful, but her stiffly placed pointer-finger over her lips, revealed a subtle discomfort; like she was not quite unhappy, but not thrilled either, and did not want to say too much right away so as not to bruise my ego. After I'd gone through the first section of the presentation, she finally stopped me. She posed two pointed questions which were meant to help orient her as she listened to my story, but were really not-so thinly veiled pieces of constructive feedback: "What's the objective of this presentation?" and "Who is this presentation for?" I was completely thrown off... and deeply humbled.

As I stumbled over my answers, I could feel my body's temperature increasing as waves of embarrassment seeped into the places where certainty once occupied. To her credit, my boss knew exactly what she was doing. My presentation was aesthetically beautiful and showed that I'd put a lot of work into extracting the big AHAs, but it lacked the cohesion it needed to be a compelling story that would keep an audience's attention or spark meaningful thinking and conversation.

In addition to asking about the presentation's objective and intended audience, my boss also inquired why I hadn't come to her earlier on to clarify these questions, and any others that I might have had. I confessed lied and said that I didn't think I needed the help because the request was clear and straightforward. The truth, as you now know, was that I was scared.

I equated asking for help with weakness. So I kept my mouth shut and my head down; plowed through the research using Google as my substitute teacher to close the knowledge gaps that remained in the transition from Grad School to Real Work; looked through the work of others who came before me to get a flavor for what 'good' looked like; and worked into the wee hours of the morning to put it all together.

I wanted to over-deliver and exceed expectations. But while I worked overtime, my boss heard silence coming from my direction. And that quiet... that gaping void in communication, unfortunately did more harm than good. In the absence of news, we human beings have evolved to fill the gaps. We unconsciously fill the gaps with whatever makes the most sense to us so that we can move on and deal with more important things. In my case, my silence led my boss to fill the gap with the belief that I really did have it all covered, because (she assumed), if I needed help, I would have come to her.

As our feedback session continued, she went on to explain how important it was to overcome the fear of asking for help; and that the first step was to change my view of it from a sign of weakness to a show of courage; and that the MAGIC was in being able to find the right way to communicate the need for help.

So rather than just saying, "I need help," the key was to do it (1) during the first point of contact in order to clarify hypotheses, concerns, risks, deadlines and any other areas of ambiguity before running off to do the work, and (2) at appropriate intervals during the actual work to informally-check in on progress so that helpful guidance could be given. More than helping to set expectations and reduce the chances of disappointment upon delivery of the work, doing these things would help to foster trust, build credibility and enhance the feelings of collaboration and teamwork critical to my standing on the team, and ultimately my career.

Luckily for me, this experience and the above lessons which came from it, were well-contained: it occurred on the early side of my career; was oriented around my first project; my 'requester' was my manager; and said manager was a caring female leader in the company who saw potential in me and always took the time to coach me on the softer, more nuanced side of leadership. I am thankful that I was in a safe space to fail and learn quickly.

Now I recognize that having this 'safe space to fail' is a bit of a luxury. I also understand that many managers simply do not have the patience for, the inclination towards, or capacity for this kind of coaching. So if I can offer up any advice to those who are early in career, stressed out about delivering excellent work, but also struggling to make progress: it would be to ask for help. You may feel extremely nervous about admitting that you don't know, or are confused - but if you've taken steps, any steps at all, to try to tackle the challenge (looking through the presentation that you were emailed counts! talking to a colleague to get their thoughts also counts!) you're off to a strong start.

Thoughts on how to confidently ask for help

Try communicating that you've "made some inroads, but have a question" or that you'd "like to set up time to ask a few questions to ensure that you're on the right path" or that you have "some ideas on how to tackle the challenge but wanted to get feedback on them."

But whatever you do, try not sit silently at your desk until the nth hour, or plowing away on a task in the wrong direction only to learn that you've been off course when it's too late. Ask for help, be humble, then overdeliver.

Go ahead. Give it a try. It's worth the shot.

What happens when you find the courage to speak up, then no one listens

Even though it happened many years ago, my first public belittling is a memory that, when recalled, causes my chest to seize up and my heart to race like I am experiencing the whole dreadful thing all over again.

I had been blessed with a gem of a manager who had been an exceptional first coach and mentor, and had been given the freedom to share my thoughts in any forum because I was told that there was value in my unique perspective, and that I was valued as well. I had no problem doing this in meetings, perhaps because people and conversation did not scare me, but I found it difficult to start doing this in writing.

In the written form, an impression of my voice, or a manifestation of my 'voice' would remain indelibly, I would have no knowledge of whether the message was ever actually received, no ability to clarify if my thoughts were vague or unclear, and no control over how my words would be interpreted. To top it off, I also did not know what point-of-view (because I had many) would be most interesting for me to spend time writing about and also be appreciated by the reader. So I stalled, I made excuses only I knew about, I focused on tackling other things on my work to-do list and put the whole 'share your point of view on a meaty topic' thing on the back-burner until some event (and sadly I don't recall what the exact impetus was) created a space and time for my thoughts to flow. So I went for it.

The topic must have carried some importance or meaning to me at the time - I vaguely remember it having to do with the elements of a strong new product concept - and maybe there was also a lot of circuitous debate going on around me about said topic that seemed to be never-ending and therefore negatively affecting my ability to do good work. I must have spent a couple hours typing up a summary of my perspective because by then I had lots to say, and then another two and a half hours obsessing thinking about the best email subject line to increase the chances that the message would at least get opened and hopefully read. I was crazy nervous when I finally hit the send button, but mostly content and relieved. I'd accomplished something that I'd wanted to do, given full support to pursue, and would push me further along the road to being even more fully present, fully myself, in all aspects of my work.

I tried to move on to other tasks after that. It was just the beginning of the day and there was lots still to do. But I was dealing with a complex mix of new emotions as a professional; pride, fear, excitement, worry, hope - and was distracted for most of my remaining engagements.

In one of our many epic one-one-one check in meetings that almost always inevitably turned into a coaching session (which I loved!), my manager explained that the main purpose of sharing these perspectives was to get people to think about a topic in a new way so that the resultant conversations which needed to happen to move an initiative forward were enriched and ultimately, better decisions could be made. She also cautioned that we should never, ever do it for the response.

If you attach yourself and your emotions to the outcome, you'll find yourself feeling disappointed more often than not. Do it because you believe that it is the right thing to do and the team would benefit from having this information, bolstered by your thoughts.

Still, it was MY first time, and I was very much attached to the outcome. I absolutely wanted a response from someone...anyone... and I wanted it to be positive. A validation of my smarts and my bravery.

So when that response came in the form of a single sentence (which I paraphrase here because I have long deleted the correspondence and don't recall the exact subject of the POV) - "Thanks for sharing, but I'm not a fan of this approach" - I was devastated. Not crying on the floor unable to function devastated, but I was deeply disappointed and, to be honest, also a little hurt. In retrospect, the sender of that email, who was far more senior and had years and years of experience managing people and working in teams, could and should have displayed more empathy in responding to me. But I had no control over her reaction at the time and don't want to digress into the topic of empathic leadership here.

None of us have control over anyone's reactions to us and what we do. The only thing we have any control over is ourselves, how we condition ourselves to react to different situations, how we channel the emotions, and how we transform negative energy into positive energy... because negative energy is a huge waste.

Fast forward to today. Being able to articulate my thoughts in spoken or written word is not an act of bravery, nor is it something that I have to think about or prepare to do. Years of practice, coaching, a naturally feisty personality and a curious mind have made the act of sharing my perspective an almost thrilling experience. It gives me energy. But I would be lying to you if I said that criticism or dismissal of my thoughts in public forums (something that still happens to me, perhaps a little less frequently than before as I've learned to bring more nuance to how and when and to whom I share my thoughts) didn't hit me straight in the gut and for an instant, make me feel slightly less than.

It's okay though, because the feeling passes even more quickly than it took to type that last sentence, and I remind myself why I shared my thoughts in the first place (because I believed what I had to say was important and would help open people's eyes to a new perspective), I thank the person for their thoughts because they too, were courageous in sharing their dissent which also adds to everyone else's thoughts and to the broader conversation, and give myself a big, secret, internal hug for being vulnerably courageous.

If you're at the beginning of your own journey in finding the confidence to find your voice, check out this earlier post in which I share some of my experiences and thoughts on how to take the first step.

If you've found your voice and have experienced a dismissal of your thoughts, I'm curious about how you processed it and your thoughts on how to move on. Please share in the comments section below.

Why your non-conventional background could be helpful in your career

You thought that no one would care and that only your academic and professional achievements would matter. You convinced yourself that spending any amount of time elaborating on your foray into the arts world after college would be a distraction during the interview. You were afraid that you might be judged for having pursued a creative path full-time. Little did you know that this was the secret sauce that would set you apart and help you stand out in a sea of sameness.

I've had the chance to review hundreds of résumés and interview all manner of candidate over my career, and have been struck by how many people fail to integrate their artsy non-conventional pasts into the telling of their background stories. While the job may not call out a creative past as a prerequisite, it's important (and potentially game-changing) to talk about how your diverse experiences have helped shaped the person you are today and why that makes you especially equipped to be able to bring a fresh perspective to conversations that can shape the trajectory of the business.

I understand how much like competitive sports the task of applying for jobs has become. The experience is insanely stressful, made even more so in an age of technology. The supply of available jobs has been made more visible thanks to platforms like LinkedIn, the anguish of slow progress is exacerbated as each job posting can receive an abundance of applications that takes a long period for the poster to go through, and for the lucky few who make it through to the end, social media offers a platform for celebration that makes the others still on the hunt feel further behind the pack than they really are.

But if you have been lucky enough to make it past the initial phone screen to an in-person on telephone / video conference interview, you can breathe a sigh of relief because you have met the basic qualifications for the role. The expectation in the next round is that you show the interviewing team why you, above anyone else, should be their final selection.

While your ability to interview well does influence the interviewers' perception of what you bring to the table, a good interviewer should be able to parse this out of the equation and focus on you, your unique capabilities and strengths, so that he/she can assess whether you will thrive in the role and be an asset to the team.

So when asked to tell the interviewer about yourself, resist the urge to rehash every detail of your résumé and schooling.

You have only 30 or 45 minutes to convince this person that you're worth progressing to the next round so try to paint a picture of who you really are, what you care about, and why your collection of life experiences make you best suited for the job. And if you have a passion or a hobby that is creative in nature, talk about how that has helped you think, feel or act in a way that has brought tangible value to the teams on which, and people with whom you have worked. Trust me, it will leave a memorable impression that may just be the thing that pushes you closer towards clinching the top spot.

How have you, or someone you have interviewed, brought to life your creative side to interviewers in a compelling way?

You call it taking things personal. I call it passion.

This was my actual response during a meeting when someone in a position of more senior leadership said "don't take it so personally" as I tried to defend a decision I'd taken that I was proud of, but he was not so sure about.

While I was uttering the words, I felt a strange mix of things - joy, courage and a tinge of fear...but mostly a bursting pride in my ability to quickly (and calmly) conjure the right words in the moment to defend my integrity.

Immediately after the words left my mouth, there was an audible gasp in the room followed by a brief and silent pause; from me, because I had nothing left to say, and from him, because I think that he was honestly quite #shooketh. The conversation proceeded normally after that, but I was left experiencing a mildly tingling sensation throughout my body, most probably from the adrenaline and dopamine surge triggered by my instinctual fight-or-flight response to that unexpected, highly charged and very public interaction.

After the meeting, several of my female peers cornered me - "Wow, I could have never done that. Good on you!" "I didn't like the way you were being spoken to, and was so glad that you defended yourself, but I would never have thought to say that out loud." [and my favorite...] "He always talks to people like that, yet you're the first person who has ever had the guts to put him in his place in public!"

Huh? But why?! So many why's... Why had I been the first person? Why was it an act of bravery to defend in that way? These questions lingered in my mind for several days after the incident. Sometimes I felt a bit of anger rise up in my chest because it wasn't the first time (nor will it be the last time!) that I had been told that I was taking something personally when in fact, I was simply putting forth a strong POV backed by clear data-based rationale, in a passionate way. It also wasn't the first time that a natural inclination or behavior of mine, was deemed brave.

The interaction conjured up vivid memories of an eerily similar incident which occurred several years prior. During a meeting in a cramped room with three other people, one of my direct reports turned to me to quietly ask a question about what was being presented - totally innocent... totally normal. Right? Not so in this case. I did not have a chance to respond to her when, without warning, the male chair of the meeting abruptly yelled, "Nikkia, why you are being so disruptive!" As you can imagine, I was completely floored... but not just because no sounds had actually escaped my lips, but because he was reared-up and angry as a result of what seemed like, a work-related, presumed infraction. There was no way that I could have been affected personally by this outburst because it had nothing to do with me really - my presence was just a catalyst. Nevertheless, an apology was most-definitely warranted because the interaction was inappropriate and because it negatively affected someone on my team who was worried that she had gotten me in trouble.

So I went to his office upon his request (which I should not have done... but now know better: always find a neutral location when trying to resolve conflict!) and he apologized. But then, just as I was about to get up to leave he explained, "you know you have a presence that can be sometimes disruptive, right?" And then I was like, "Uh huh? Okay. Goodbye."

In both of these examples, aspects of my being (not just my behavior) were being mutated and openly challenged because of unconscious bias. And I'm sure for many of you reading this, these experiences feel familiar. If I were a man, would my passionate defense of a POV be characterised as taking things personal, or would it be perceived as me being strong and leader-like? And what about that nasty word, "disruptive?" Now I get that this dude was going through something of which I had no influence nor control, but I believed then, as I do now, that because of the package that words come in (your look, the way you carry yourself, your accent, where you come from), a message can be perceived in dramatically different ways - on one side of the spectrum, additive, and on the other side, disruptive. This is unconscious bias... but more about that a little further down.

So what do we do with all of this? How can you effectively communicate to people who are mistaking your PASSION for taking things PERSONAL, that it's not okay?

Here are 3 things to consider based on my experiences, but as always, please feel free to share more.

1. It starts with self-awareness, because it is rarely about YOU - I know it sounds cliché , but knowing yourself deeply; your strengths, weaknesses and triggers, is the starting point in facing challenges and conflicts at work. If you're receiving constructive or negative feedback about something, you won't be able to control the manner in which the message is delivered, but if you understand what you're all about, you should be able to quickly suss out whether the feedback is relevant or whether it's a veiled attack on your character.
   
2. Understand unconscious bias and how prevalent it is - We aren't aware of this, but all of us possess some form of unconscious bias towards certain groups of people with which we have little social contact. At work, this bias permeates everything we do, and so we must all work actively to train our minds to combat it. Some organizations are ahead of others in implementing policies and instituting training to create more diverse and inclusive working environments (which is great), however many others are not there yet. So it's up to us as individuals to try to lead the change where we can and in our own ways. Feel free to take inspiration from my bold yet respectful retort ("Please don't take my passion for taking things personally) or if you're comfortable, you might even want to inquire genuinely "would you say that if I were a man?"... or you can educate yourself by hearing from advocates in the HR field who are trying to empower (love me some TED Talks)... or you can join communities on social media that are trying to bring about change.
3. Defend yourself - if not in the moment, then some other time - When a comment comes flying your way that is meant to tarnish your character, there will be no mistaking it. You will feel it in your bones. It will make you immediately uncomfortable and your automatic fight-or-flight response will kick into high gear as your mind and body react to the insult. In that moment, you may be the only person feeling disgraced. You may notice that no one has batted an eyelid and the conversation continues. This is commonplace because we are far from where we need to be in many work environments with regards to diversity, inclusion and true equality. If you feel it but are not sure, you might want to check in with a trusted colleague who was there to understand what their takeaways were from the incident in question. Be prepared however. You may not always get the response you expected. Whether confirmed or not, if you're unsettled to a point where your work is being affected, you might want to talk to your direct manager about how to proceed, or HR if you're comfortable. Finding time (and a neutral location) to talk with the person would be my next suggested step. With time, you'll find yourself gaining confidence at being able to deliver the feedback in the moment and in artfully smooth ways, instead of having to schedule a conversation later (something that can make the grievance feel larger and the confrontation scarier than it needs to be.)

I am inspired by: Nakhane - South African Musician, Actor, Writer

I was introduced to Nakhane about a month ago by my husband. He shared a Sound Exploder episode decoding "New Brighton," one of the songs on Nakhane's 2018 album You Will Not Die, because he thought I'd like the story and the song. My husband was right.

I loved both the story and the song, and was quite honestly so deeply affected by the raw honesty in the song's lyrics, Nakhane's commentary about the origins of the song, his complicated relationship with religion, the influences on his life choices and his ongoing evolution as an artist, that I was hungry to learn more. I was particularly inspired by his vulnerability and courage, and wanted to somehow get closer to this talented, complex and authentic artist so I could vibe off of his unique energy. I instantly became a fan. And as I continue on my own journey of being vulnerably courageous in all of my life's pursuits, I am happy to have acquired another relatable inspiration.

We can learn so much from the people around us who demonstrate this level of bravery and humility in their life's work. For certain, Nakhane won't be everyone's cup of tea, so no pressure to become a fan yourself. But if you are open to new experiences and your interest has been piqued, feel free to check out that Sound Exploder episode I referenced above.

It's OK to Introduce Your Coworkers to 'Weekend You'

How different is the Weekday You from Weekend You? If you've crafted a unique persona for the office to deal with the demands of work or to better fit in with your company's culture, you're not alone.

I once worked with a young woman who confided in me about having created two very distinct identities - a professional and polite weekday persona, and a political and social activist weekend persona - which she went to great extents not to mix.

I asked her why she kept her lives so separate, and was struck by the conviction she expressed in explaining why cultivating and maintaining a weekday character - one that was extremely subdued, smiling and compliant - was essential to her survival in Corporate America. I understand why she felt the need to make microscopic adjustments to how she 'showed up' at work in order to survive her different professional experiences, but couldn't relate to some of the more extreme measures she had chosen to take to conceal her true personality.

So I talked to more people who felt similarly to better understand why they felt that they had no choice but to hide from office-view, the versions of themselves that only family and friends had the joy of experiencing - their Weekend selves. The reasons given were extremely nuanced and complicated, so I've tried to extract from their stories the most common themes:

1. There are right and wrong ways to present yourself - or at least this is how you feel when you are given subtle messages every day that suggest this to be true, depending on the culture of the company or team that you've found yourself in. Everything from the way the majority dresses to the topics of conversation at the lunch table, cue what is acceptable and unacceptable in implicit ways.
2. It pays to change because non-conformity can affect your pocket. Sometimes the retaliation you fear will come to you when you share anything personal about yourself, is financial in nature. It may manifest as the absence of, or reduction in, some monetary incentive that you were expecting, and your gut tells you that this did not result from poor performance (although you don't have any tangible proof). Unfortunately, for many of us, this is too much of a risk to take.
3. Fear of being judged. This is one of the more prevalent underlying reasons for not revealing our Weekend personas to our co-workers. Oftentimes, 'being yourself' or being 'authentic' sound more like cute catchphrases - nice to utter, but few understand what the terms really mean or how to approach it... and even fewer actually put authenticity into daily practice. So we end up being starved for real-life examples of people (above and around us) who bring their whole selves to work while still being successful. And so we're left with a lingering question - if no one else is shedding their superhero mask at the office, then why should I?
4. You were taught that concealing your true self is a prerequisite for success. And this is the toughest one because as adults, the hardest beliefs and attitudes to undo, are the ones that were handed down to us by our elders when we were children.

But being yourself at work doesn't have to be a binary concept.

Although going all the way to having split personalities doesn't seem like the right way to go because of all the emotional energy that one has to use to maintain two distinct personas (think about how stressful it is to keep a secret about yourself from someone you see every day), I recognize that if you haven't been practicing being fully yourself at work for a long time, then making an abrupt change can seem like an enormous task. So why not start slowly and take some baby steps?

• Reveal something about yourself to a co-worker you trust. ...nothing too personal if you're not comfortable or a solid and trust-worthy working relationship has not yet been established. It could be as simple as sharing a little insight into what you like to do when you're not working. Start there and see where it goes.
• Try dressing a wee bit more like your weekend self at work. ...nothing drastic if you're not into this or are already feeling very much like yourself in your work attire. But if you feel like you have to put on a straight jacket every day of the week, and that translates into an outside-in transformation that you'd like to revert, then (within reason) try literally loosening up a bit if you can. Lose the tie! Add some color! Wear those comfy flats! (Ladies, check out Corporette for some fashion ideas that straddle the worlds of uber corporate and weekend chic.)
• Find an office inspiration. Be on the lookout for someone at work who looks like they've already got things figured out. Well not ALL things, but at least this tricky idea of bringing your whole self to work ... and invite them out to tea/coffee to ask them how they managed to pull it off.

If you have more tips to share based on your own experience, I would love for you to share them here. [Please comment below.]

Also, I'm so FAR from being an expert on the topic and am only seeking to help by sharing my own thoughts and experiences. So please check out Brené Brown's inspiring TED Talk on The Power of Vulnerability to learn more about why it's better to bring your true 'Weekend Self' to work every day from an expert who has studied the topic and spoken prolifically about it over the years.

Don't be afraid to share your thoughts when you feel like you're going against the grain

I know that you've often felt like the only one in the room who thinks that the decision the team is about to make will lead to a train crash. I've been there, and I know how insanely frustrating it can be, but please please please try not to let that weigh you down.

I've been surrounded by many talented yet agreeable men and women throughout my career and often found myself in situations in which I've felt like the only person in the room with a different perspective on a subject. However, the more that I've matured professionally, opened up and shared with mentors and trusted colleagues and reflected on my own experiences, the more I've come to realize that this notion - that I'm the only one at the table with a thought that goes against the grain - is FAR from the truth.

I've learned that many people have shared my sentiments about a topic, but myriad reasons, including a strong internal culture of consensus, time in the company, built-in rewards for being a 'good team player', and hierarchy, amplify the perceived risk associated with speaking up.. and this (both the perceived risk and the fear) only intensifies as you advance in your career. So, I fully understand what's at stake. I 1000% get it.

Now forget yourself for a second. Because when the risk is attached to oneself, or an individual, if feels personal, it makes things super scary. So, let's think about the challenge in a different way. Let's spin it and attach the risk to the business. What would be the risk to the business of NOT speaking up? For an indication of how disastrous things could turn out when a voice of reason is not heard or is ignored, think back to the many corporate faux pas of the last decade. Remember Dove's borderline racist 2017 marketing campaign? That sure was awful!

Life is too short to assume that someone else will raise that red flag, or speak up in vehement support of something good.

If your gut is telling you to do or say something that you believe is right, don't wait. Don't wait to be inspired by someone else if no one else around is leading the charge. Be your own inspiration and do it yourself.

Some Suggestions on Questions to Ask When You Want to Speak Up

• Wait, why is this important for us to pursue?
• Don't we already know the answer to this question since we addressed the problem last year?
• I know that so-and-so asked for this, but what would you do if it were your business to run?

As long as it is coming from a place of genuine desire to do good and you introduce your POV respectfully and with authenticity, you're off to a great start. And if the worst thing that happens is that the conversation continues without taking your POV into consideration, then that's not bad at all. Don't be deterred, keep speaking up, maybe try different approaches to getting your point across, ask trusted colleagues in the room for feedback and you'll find out that your persistence starts to convert some folks and more people listen to you.

These are my thoughts, and I'm no expert. So if you're looking for more tried-and-true advice on HOW to speak so that people want to listen to you once you've gotten the courage to use your voice for good, I'd encourage you to check out this TED Talk by Communication Expert Julian Treasure called How to speak so that people want to listen.

Please feel free to share your thoughts below - either to give feedback on the post or to pass along insights from your own experiences - and best of luck to everyone who's trying to get their voices heard in the spaces in which they deserve to be heard.

Corporate underdogs and eclectics, rejoice in your strangeness!

Have you ever found yourself in that awkward situation where you show up to an event, enter a room in which everyone seems to have already spent an unnatural amount of time getting acquainted, and suddenly discover that everyone is wearing nearly identical outfits?

Well! I feel that way almost EVERY day at work and it's not just limited to the dress code. In navy-blue-suit, off-white Corporate America, I feel like a rare and exotic bird: a Trini-sounding, sashaying, joke-cracking, smart and feisty bird. Your brand of bird may be different, but I am sure that if you're reading this, you can probably relate.

Only recently, have I begun to realize the impact that I have been having on young people in the company who feel like imposters, and underdogs, and misfits; feeling perplexed about how to BE in order to succeed.

They told me they did not know it was possible to be SO uncompromisingly yourself and be respected at the same time, and I was honestly shocked; because I do not consider myself to be a success (the sky's the limit remember? and there is no limit to the sky! see my earlier post on my mother's mantras).

But then I felt warmed, and humbled, and responsible... responsible for sharing my thoughts and stories with all the other beautiful misfits out there, so that we can be ourselves in a room full of suits and we will all be perfectly fine.

I wanted to make a change in my life but couldn't until I put it out into the universe

"Never settle for the things that you think are impossible to attain...and never take no for an answer. Do it right now." -

Bozoma Saint John

Back in early 2017, after many months of reflection and soul-searching, I finally admitted first to myself in the form of a prolific journal entry, and then out loud to my husband one night after we'd put the kids to bed and were enjoying a cool glass of white wine, that I was ready for a change.

I recall saying something like, "It's time for me to go and I am serious this time." After 15 years together, in some ways, he knows parts of me better than I know myself, so his response was typical - he shrugged as if to say, "No surprise there, babe. Now what are you going to do about it?" He's my biggest cheerleader by the way, so don't let the shrug fool you. I then took my second small step when I confided in one of my mentors. She too shrugged, but also shared some words of support, delivered with a heavy dose of pragmatic Queens, New York realness. Every time I've shared this insight with someone else, it's felt good. And good vibes are addictive so I haven't sharing and moving forward since.

I may not know when the dream will materialize, but I sure can feel the progress every time I stop to reflect and express gratitude inside of each day. I am eternally grateful for that tiny first step because it set in motion a multitude of mental and emotional adjustments that have continued to yield more and more goodness in my life... wonderful things that I am SO exceptionally grateful for that I sometimes forget about the dream because it feels like I am already in one.