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Greetings from 2012! I’d like to start out the year with a little story, a story about what it takes to get what you want, regardless of your fears, doubts or an entire 747 full of pissed off adults staring you down.
Check out this little kid with giant cajones:
Tags: book proposal, books, California, coaching, flying, La Jolla, new years resolutions, nonfiction book proposal, planes, Travel, writing books
Speaking at TEDx Scottsdale was such a blast that I want to do more more more! If you’d like a motivational, inspiring and, ahem, pantwettingly hilarious bestselling author and coach to speak at your next event (anywhere in the world), please contact me. TEDx video coming soon. In the meantime, do please watch this:
Tags: coaching, comedy, international, invitation, motivational speaker, speaking, TEDx
Not fer nothin, but there’s a big difference between ad-libbing videos on your iPhone using your own arm as a tripod and writing a script, hiring a professional crew and having someone who knows how to wield an eye pencil do your make-up.
I shot this fancy new promo video during my recent trip to New York City with the help of the brilliant crew at Ballad Pictures.
Special thanks to Mom, Dad and my brother Stephen for allowing me to shove cameras and microphones in their faces.
Tags: ballad pictures, coaching, don't sleep with your drummer, Inspiration, Jen Sincero, making money, meditation, stephen sincer, the straight girls guide to sleeping with chicks
If you’ve got a teetering pile of self help books by your bed, have been talking the talk, thinking the power thoughts, going to seminars and have rubbed your glue stick down to a tiny nub making vision board after vision board…
if you’ve done all this but are still broke as a joke, confused, single, overweight, or feeling like you’re being a total weenie when you know you could be huge, here’s the missing piece you may be looking for:
Tags: Clark Gable, coaching, Georgian Hotel, self help, success, vision boards
It’s been 3 glorious months since I gave my address the ole heave ho, and In honor of my big anniversary, and the fact that I somehow neglected to blog about most of it, I’d like to summarize my who, what, when, and whereabouts.
And write The Longest Blog Post Ever. Holy crap.
But first, some critical tips on being a member of the NPA:
• Only buy one-way tickets. Even when I’m fully planning on returning somewhere, something more fun/lucrative/sexy/important presents itself and I’m always grateful I didn’t buy round-trip.
• Seize all opportunities to do your laundry.
• Don’t buy it unless you really need/love it and it folds up really small.
April 21st – 29th: Rome & all over Tuscany, Italy with Mom, brother Steve, sister-in-law Jenny
This entire leg of my trip was pretty much pantwettingly hilarious because I was born into a family that snootily considers itself The Funniest Family In The World, much to the horror of the Italian population, and all populations we come into contact with, actually.
We did the usual Italy stuff – ate like pigs, visited countless villages made of stone, climbed up towers, arrived in each new town during siesta when nothing was open, drank too much, etc.
We couldn’t find a car that fit all four of our giant, American bodies and our luggage, so we heaped it on top of Mom and Steve in the back seat.
We said our good-byes in Orvieta – they headed to the airport to fly back to New York and I headed to the Roman railway system during Easter mayhem to get lost for 6 frikken hours, missing train after train, and barely making my flight to Spain.
IMPORTANT TRAVELING IN A LONG DRESS IN UNDERWEAR THAT DOESN’T FIT YOU NOTE: If you are wearing a long dress and are also wearing underwear that is one size too big that you bought anyway because you thought it was super sexy and you are spending the majority of your day running after trains that you are missing, you will suddenly be horrified to realize that your underwear is around your knees and you have no way of pulling it up because you are in a long dress in a crowded Italian train station and your only choices are either pulling your dress up over your head or going through a grueling series of grips and hoists through your dress that is neither terribly subtle nor effective. So…when traveling in a long dress, always err on the small side when it comes to what’s underneath it.
April 29th – May 10th: Bascara, Spain with Jason & Serge
This is one of the few parts of my journey that I actually did blog about so I’m not going to bother to here except to say that Jason is an old college pal of mine who I hadn’t seen in over 15 years and who, I’m thrilled to report, is still one of the most delightful creatures this side of Colorado College.
He told me that while he was waiting for me at the airport he was watching people get off the plane, wondering if he’d recognize me after all this time, when a gigantically tall African American woman walked off and he thought, it’s Jen, anything is possible.
To Jason Flinn, nothing is out of the question.
Spain was also the beginning of my Global Office Series:
Office #1: The Kitchen, Jason & Serge's place, Bascara, Spain
May 10th – May 21st: Bristol, England with Katharine
I also managed to blog about my stay with the staggeringly staggering Katharine Dever, but left out some key points of my visit:
Office #2: Across the table from Katharine, Bristol, UK
We got tons of work done because we’re both coaches and we’re both bossy. I spoke at a retreat she was coincidentally hosting while I was there and constantly cracked my head on the doorways in her old English farm house built by midgets many centuries ago. We watched “9-5″. We fell deeper in love with Dolly Parton and entrepreneurship.
May 21st – 22nd: London England with Andriana
Andriana is a seasoned world-traveler who showed me more of London in one day and one night than most people see in their entire lives.
We ate bangers and mash at some pub that Madonna is rumored to frequent where the ceilings were also perilously midget-sized, drank wine on a roof with hipsters, went to a museum, looked at cool fountains,
ate at some shmancy, artsy restaurant where the toilets are encased in sci-fi white egg-shaped cones, went to Picadilly Square, shopped, ate more, got lost, ran around in cabs, subways and flip-flopped feet, hauled my suitcase up and down 10 flights of stairs…
May 21st – May 30th: Malibu, California with Gina and Glenn
Lovingly known as The Vortex by its inhabitants who struggle to find reasons good enough to ever leave, I found myself in a similar stupor once I arrived. The place is staggeringly beautiful, peaceful and comfy – I couldn’t get up off the lawn furniture long enough to take a decent picture.
Gina and Glenn generously housed my car whilst I flitted around the world and give me my own wing to stay in whenever I stop by, which is extremely dangerous because I now have the capacity to never leave and there is nothing like your own wing in The Vortex to make you do just that.
Even so, I decided it was time to see my family…
May 31st – June 17th: Westchester, New York with The Family
At some point during my nearly 3 week stay in New York, it occurred to me that while I perceived myself as living a life of freedom and adventure, I was actually living with my mother.
:-/
But I was so excited to luxuriate in hanging out with my family and my 8 million friends back east instead of frantically trying to cram them all in in a weeks time as I had for the past 20 years.
Office #3: Mom's back patio, Westchester, NY
I arrived on a Sunday when my brother informed me that Dad was having a big family get together. I got the brilliant idea to surprise him because NOBODY TOLD ME THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER SURPRISE AN OLD PERSON.
I walked into the yard and Dad froze. For a really. Long. Time. My brother, who was standing next to me, accused me of killing him. Then Dad burst into tears and spent the rest of the day looking at me and shaking his head.
I saw the usual cast of nieces and nephews and friends and was cruelly ripped away from shuffling from family barbecue to family barbecue when it occurred to me that I should go to LA to shoot a video for my upcoming writing retreat that I needed to promote.
I didn’t want to leave. At all.
I wanted to stay with my mommy.
And because of this I almost broke my strict rule of no round trip tickets but luckily refrained….
June 17th – June 18th: Manhattan Beach, California with Tory and Jacob
I’m not big on returning to LA now that I’ve cut the cord because when I’m done, I am done, but I know so many great people there. And my car’s there. And I can switch out the clothes in my suitcase for the clothes in my trunk. So there’s that.
There’s also the impossibly sweet Tory and Jacob and their 47 dogs who I stayed with my first night in town. Tory is the kind of person who would let the whole wide world live with her if she could. She has a heart the size of Texas. If you have a huge house, give it to her. She’ll make great use of it.
June 18th- 20th: Venice Beach, California
I rented a house in Venice Beach, my old hood, for 2 days to do my video shoot. I hired a professional crew, gathered my adorable clients to do testimonials for me and unloaded a bunch of clothes from the trunk of my car on everyone who showed up in order to lighten my load even more. Overall, it was a totally successful day. Here’s the video.
June 20th – June 21st: Phoenix, Arizona with Tania and Angela
I decided that instead of returning to my old bedroom in New York, I should drive to New Mexico and take pictures and videos of Santa Fe to further promote my retreats.
Two of my favorite people live in Phoenix, Tania Katan and Angela Ellsworth so I always break up the drive and stay a night at their place.
Office #4: The Starbucks off the I-10 Freeway somewhere between L.A. and Phoenix
Tania is obsessed with getting a puppy but the timing has yet to be right. So instead, she pours over the websites of local pet stores to see who they’ve got in their cages (who knew?) and if they have any puppies that look like little pigs, she shows up and asks if she can, like, um, touch them.
June 21st – July 5th: Albuquerque, New Mexico with Tami and Katie, Peter and Elaine
I stayed in Albuquerque and drove up to Santa Fe for my photo fest because that’s where I used to live and that’s where some of the sweetest people on this here earth live.
I spent the first few nights with Tami and Katie and we attempted to go see some fireworks for the 4th of July, left a little on the late side, couldn’t figure out where to go, and ended up watching the tail end of them from a Target Parking lot on the side of the freeway in a gravel pit. Woo. Hoo.
I spent the rest of my stay with my dear pals Peter and Elaine who I take annual sojourns through the wilds of the Utah canyonlands with. You can read about them/watch them critique some rocks I gathered HERE.
Office #5: Peter and Elaine's hammock, Albquerque, NM
I forgot how flippin hot it gets in Albuquerque in the summer time – as my great grandmother used to say, it was hotter’na half fucked fox in a forest fire! AND the entire state was being consumed by several completely out of control forest fires which made it seem that much hotter. And smokier. So I had to get the hell out of there.
July 5th – July 8th: Silverton, Colorado with Michael Flowers
I scooped up my brilliant friend Flowers and we headed for Colorado, having no idea where to go, and magically stumbled across the perfect little mountain town of Silverton, Colorado.
Silverton has one paved road running through the middle of it, no stop lights and some of the best views I’ve ever seen.
Office #6: Our suite in The Grand Imperial Hotel, Silverton, Colorado
We spent quite a lot of time at the library because it was the only place with really strong wifi and I had a crapload of work to do.
And for some stupid reason I didn’t get any video or pictures of the librarian who was one of the most chipper, enthusiastic and loud people I’ve ever met. She would holler a huge welcome to everyone who came in (99% of whom she knew), discuss the upcoming hot dog roast and crack jokes, all at top volume. She even encouraged one woman who wanted to step outside to make a phone call to not be silly, sit right here in my chair and put your feet up for heaven’s sake!
She broke every librarian rule in the book. Even flirted her little 75 year old buns off with the guy who stopped by to deliver the mail. I loved her.
July 8th – July 9th: Albuquerque, New Mexico with Tami and Katie
I stopped back in for one night to drop Flowers off, get some sleep and eat a burger made by Tami on her fancy new grill.
I had no idea where I was headed next, but a HUGE part of this journey of mine is to never worry about it. To keep moving forward, stay present, have faith, and the perfect situation will present itself.
It is such a brilliant lesson on how to live life in general, and when I really do it, the results are staggering.
I decided to drive north again to cooler climates and hang out with some dear college pals in Denver while I figured it out, when all of a sudden a call came in with an invitation from yet another dear college pal who has a place in Maine.
AND my friend in Denver told me weeks ago that if I ever needed to I could leave my car at her place. It was a little ridiculous. And then there was the rainbow I saw on I25 North to Colorado:
July 9th – July 11th: Denver, Colorado with Hilary and John
I arrived in Denver, exhausted and fully sweaty from my 8 hour drive the day before and my 8 hour drive that day, to a fairly raging dinner party at my pal Hillary’s house.
And a plate-full of awesome food.
And a shower. And a cozy bed.
I slept like I’d been clubbed.
Here is a picture of their not-so-raging dry toast breakfast the next morning:
July 11th – July 15th: Westchester, New York with The Family
I flew back to The Danger Zone because my friend with the place in Maine was driving up from New Jersey and my mom’s place was right along the way.
Imagine that.
While I was there, there was a little Italian street fair in the town my older brother lives in (on the left) that my younger brother’s (on the right) band was playing at:
We ate sausage and pepper sammiches and cheered loudly and then I went to bed because Shannon was coming at 5:30 the next morning to pick me up to drive to Maine.
July 15th – July 25th: Hancock Point, Maine with Shannon and Rob
In my long list of places I’d really rather not leave, Hancock Point, Maine is right up there. It met all my requirements: Dear friends,
dear friends with boats,
dear animal friends,
tear-jerking beauty,
and excellent work spaces with strong wifi.
Office #7: Back deck, low tide, Hancock Point, Maine
Office #8: The saggy hammock, Hancock Point, Maine
Again, I pretty much had an entire section of the house to myself, but just as I was about to get my mail forwarded, LA once again reared it’s head and informed me I must return for a meeting and to give a talk.
July 25 – July 26 Venice Beach, California with Justin and Todd
I spent my first night at Chez Justin and Todd in Venice, giving them 24 hours notice, barely enough time to make me a cocktail…
July 26 – July 28 Santa Monica, California
…before heading off to my luxury suite at The Georgian Hotel to get ready for a meeting with one of my high end coaching clients.
Office #9: Suite 803, The Georgian Hotel, Santa Monica, CA
Tags: albuquerque, boating, coaching, Colorado, Denver, Los Angeles, Maine, New York, pets, Santa Fe, Travel, venice beach, Wifi, Writing
Oh crap, did I put my red shirt in with my whites?
I think, therefore, I am
- Rene Descartes
Mind is the master power that molds and makes
And man is Mind and evermore he takes
The tool of Thought and, shaping what he wills
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills.
He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass:
Environment is but his looking glass.
- James Allen
Whether you think you can or you can’t, you’re right
- Henry Ford
If you’ve done even the tiniest bit of self-development work, you’re familiar with the concept that your thoughts create your reality.
And if you’re anything like most people, you approach it with an attitude of “yes, yes, absolutely, it’s all about changing my thoughts and I can do it and I will” and then off you go, doop de doo, worrying about money, badmouthing yourself, waiting until the time is absolutely perfect before_____, focusing on why nots, dropping your prices because of the economy, playing it safe in a career that you’re good at even though it puts you in a deep deep coma and on and on….
You have GOT to get a handle on your thoughts if you want to change your life. If you want something badly enough, even if you don’t fully believe you can have it, believe it anyway. Fake it until you make it. Do it in spite of yourself. Act as if.
And more specifically, do the following:
Surround Yourself With People Who Think The Way You Want to Think.
Ever notice how you can be in your glory, on top of the mountain, when suddenly someone comes along say, like, oh, your parents, your significant other, someone who you think is really cool, and all they have to do is make one wisecrack about what you’re doing and suddenly your balloon goes flat?
And conversely, how when you’re surrounded by people who are kicking ass and doing huge and glorious things, you feel like a superhero? Will you please make a point to hang out with the latter?
Make a conscious choice to do this. And if you don’t know anyone who’s doing great things, go out and make some new friends.
Keep Your Big Crazy Dreams to Yourself
Until you’ve done some quality control and are sure who you’re dealing with, don’t tell anyone what you’re doing. You have your own doubts and fears to keep at bay, you don’t need everyone else’s. Most people will offer you their opinions and doubts, all out of love and concern of course, but, as discussed above, instead of feeling loved, you will immediately feel justified in sticking with your excuses. The only people you’re authorized to discuss your goals with are the ones who can see big things for you and will do a cartwheel for you. Otherwise, talk about the weather. Protect your dreams with your life.
Meditate
When you shut up for even ten minutes and start to really notice what type of thoughts are squirreling around in your mind, it’s rather….illuminating. If you’re like most people, the majority of your thoughts are about as valuable and interesting as a bunch of sugar-filled kindergarteners fighting over a sippy cup.
Sit in silence for 30, 20 even 5 minutes a day. Every single solitary day I am so not kidding over here. The only way to control your thoughts is to become aware of them in the first place. Sit quietly and try not to think. When you do, simply notice what comes through. Once you’re aware of your thoughts, you can work on controlling them.
Snap Yourself Out of It
Because you have taken my wise advice and are now meditating daily, you are better and better at becoming aware of negative thoughts the second they enter your brain. Whenever this happens, do any or all of the following:
• Instantly reverse the thought i.e. “I can’t because I don’t have the money” to “I will make the money”
• Jump up and say the above out loud – scream it if you have to to snap yourself out of it (easier done if you live alone, but you’ll get the last laugh when you’re living a rocking life so don’t worry about how crazy you might look).
• Come up with a mantra. This can be anything – a quote, a song lyric, a decision, a goal – whatever sets your pants on fire. When a negative thought creeps in, beat it to death with your mantra.
Change Your Environment
Beautify your surroundings, hang pictures of what you want your life to look like all over your house, make a playlist of songs that get you pumped up and listen to it often, read books, listen to motivational tapes, put encouraging sticky notes all over your house, drown yourself in positivity until it makes you gag and then do it some more. Our culture is so fear-based that you need to arm yourself with a massive truckload of I can dooooooo eeeeeeeeeet!
Read Your Manifesto
Write down your goals and your vision of your ideal life and read it to yourself before you go to bed and after you wake up every single solitary day I am so not kidding over here.
Get Coaching
I can personally attribute the majority of my success to the fact that I hire coaches to keep me in the proper head space. Think about it – professional athletes have coaches. They don’t decide all of a sudden, “alrighty, I just made 8 million bucks throwing a ball around this year, I think I’m pretty well set to do this on my own.” They continue to get coaching so they can stay at their peak level and keep growing. What makes you think you think you can do it all by yourself?
Cause and effect is as absolute and undeviating in the hidden realm of thought as in the world of visible and material things, (from As a Man Thinketh by James Allen, while we’re on the subject of brilliant books you need to read).
I promise you, if you make controlling your thoughts a top priority in your day to day life, succeed at keeping them positive and in harmony with your dreams, and take radical action in the right direction, you can have whatever you want.
Whatever. You. Want.
How frikken awesome (and honestly, no harder than you choose to make it) is that?!
Tags: coaching, Control your thoughts, descartes, henry ford, james allen, meditation, positive thinking
One of my favorite things about being an entrepreneur is that I can travel pretty much whenever I feel like it, make my own hours, and run my empire from my laptop, in bed, with a cat on my neck.
Other goals of mine: being unable to breathe, fleas.
I was working with a client the other day and it became very clear that she was not very clear about where she wanted her life to be going. Hence it was going rather ho humly – she’d already achieved the jaw droppingly monumental things she’d set out to do when we first started working together, and at our last meeting she came to me with all of these “problems” that in reality were symptoms of not knowing where to head next.
Clarity = freedom: Figure out what you want and do not stop until you get there. (Seriously, this is pretty much the entire formula for success. Right there, in one, unmysterious sentence. All you need to know.)
We must constantly update our road maps and make sure we have a clear destination in sight or else we’ll be groping around in the dark, hoping to grab on to the nearest thing that feels kinda okay rather than hurtling towards awesomeness.
Are you a groper or a hurtler?
