I’m writing from a teeny Airbnb in downtown Montreal, having moved one block down the street from the gorgeous conference hotel where I participated in the first Mastermind of my year-long coaching program. In a word: WOW.
My first 90-day sprint ended successfully with 80 new members accepting the invitation to join Journalverse. The launch was preceded by an intense choreography directed by my wonderful coach, Ari Iny, who held the balance between nurturing, guidance and high bars that I had to figure out for myself.
I somehow had the notion that we’d spend the first part of the three-day Mastermind event deconstructing and celebrating our victories. And we did–for the first 15 minutes. The warm-up activity consisted of writing Post-It notes about our successes and wins. These were stuck to windows, walls and doors. Then we moved on. Each of us had already debriefed our successes with our coaches, and I took the note: even the best possible past is the past. It informs and perhaps predicts the present and future, but I’m not here to rest on my laurels or accrue kudos. I’m here to hunker down and explore the second 90 days — my visions as well as the obstacles, blocks and barriers that will stop me if I’m not mindful. I’m here to breathe deeply and prepare myself to take actions that will not be easy but are necessary for my personal and professional growth. And best of all, I’m here to learn from and to serve my cohorts.
One of my wise cohorts observed in the first Mastermind session that the best possible opportunity is to be the least successful but most curious person at the table, and I carried that wisdom with me throughout the three days. In the inevitable “grass is greener” syndrome, I felt like the tag-along little sister among those who were quantum levels more financially successful and powerful than I. Yet in that same first session my observations on book publishing earned me a word-of-mouth reputation as a credible resource. There was also a very strong interest and curiosity in the whole concept of therapeutic writing and the power of the journal for healing, growth, and change.
The choreography of the event itself was a master class in attention to detail, role-modeling of outstanding teamwork and collaboration, facilitation planning, and the balance between innate wisdom and acquired knowledge. I’m here in Montreal until tomorrow, having scheduled a decompression day for work catch-up and processing (and to buy a new journal! I’ve already filled the one I brought!) before I move on to Atlanta for a 180-degree different three-day conference that I’m curious about but not attached to. I’m hoping I don’t get whiplash.
This morning, as I listen to Montreal wake up from my 20th story perch, I am content in the assurance that I have chosen well and am learning from the best. My second sprint will focus on converting my Intro to Journal Therapy that I used to teach on the road (and that introduced me to such Journalverse notables as Deborah Ross and Carolyn Koehnline) to an online format with optional group or individual coaching. Here’s to the next 90 days!
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