I wasn’t really sure whether I would publish this post or not–Seriously!
But I guess I figure that if I’m writing a book about it, I might as well get used to telling my story.
It’s a hard thing to hear about…and much harder to write about.
Watch the video–Or if you prefer: Read about it!
I’m really excited to be making this video for you today.
Because this is an invitation to come to my speech here in Stockholm.
I get to share with you, my story and my experiences, about my crazy life growing up in a cult, and breaking away from it.
Most of the time, I’m writing these posts for myself.
It’s a kind of therapy or self-coaching, to write about stuff that’s on my mind, things I’m going through or have been through in the past.
Of course, there are also the “Eureka!” moments, and I just can’t wait to write about those as well (I actually find myself saying: “Oooh, I gotta blog about this!” when I have breakthroughs or big insights about something). So congratulations–you’re officially my new bestie/shrink! 😛
This post would probably be a lot better expressed as a video, so you can see all the weird, animated facial expressions I make when I talk. But alas…I forgot I was going to try my hand at vlogging today, and I ended up putting some special oil treatments in my hair, and since I have not yet honed my turban wrapping skills quite where they need to be, trust me, you do NOT want to see this hot mess on cam today.
Versus Being Hung Up on Being Hung Up
The other day a pretty wonderful human being smacked the living bejeesus out of me (figuratively of course), when she gently and politely yelled at me, “You need to Chill OUT mom! Seriously! Jebus Crust!
I often have this sweet little fantasy about myself–I think I need to be perfect, and I need to be perfect right now! You know the drill: The perfect job and career, the perfect bank account, the perfect personality, the perfect body, the perfect hairstyle, the perfect lifestyle, the perfect mom and the perfect woman for my man–Just your regular, everyday and instantly available stuff.
That’s totally not a ridiculously stressful thing at all, in fact, I’m absolutely not getting panic attack here, just talking about it. Breathe…Breathe in…Blow out…