I’m away for the weekend leading a retreat. It’s all women. My favorite. I’m laying here in the dark next to my son. I don’t have my hearing aids in so I can’t hear a thing except my tinnitus. The shushing in my head never ceases. The ringing. It’s water rushing, it’s a never ending reminder of something I’ll never remember, an inchoate ear that got stuck, perhaps as it was forming.
Have You Ever Felt Like A Fraud? - Here’s to Being Human and Imperfect and Enough
I lead workshops around the world encouraging people to get honest, vulnerable, loud. (Why, especially as women, are we so afraid to be loud or take up space?) In my workshops, I often ask: How many of you feel like a fraud? Almost the whole room raises their hands, usually.