Some Operation Blind Spot programs are approaching the finish line.
Fourteen weeks of diligence.
Each person amazed by incredible discoveries.
They found their blind spots.
So what are these graduating participants saying?
At first, trust led them to take-off – they sincerely wanted to fly.
And they lifted.
They found a new life,
a new attitude
was only a blind spot away.
As one participant said, “Even years of therapy didn’t give me what I’ve achieved in 14 weeks.”
Yesterday, I hired an Angelic Marketing Committee. Selling is not my forte. I asked for help and turned the whole concern over to the Committee. I spoke with bold sureness, “I am fully prepared to let you do all the work necessary to take this freeing program out into the world. I’ll gladly do what you direct.”
Then, two hours ago, I wrote a post. I slogged, pushed, heaved and sighed. But I had to get it done today. I included brilliant insights and included supportive comments from participants. It was looking just like all the other hundreds of sales pitches you find on the Internet. Then something happened. For the first time in six years of blogging, I lost everything. And I had even saved it!
Dreading having to do it again, I laid my head on my desk. Then I remembered…the Committee. Where were they?! I stopped everything and went inside to my Beloveds:
Since you’ve taught me – ask and you will receive – where’s my Marketing Committee?
You wanted the help of your committee?
They have been here – eager to be summoned. They want to help. They were concerned about the lost post…you’d asked for “original”; yet you had a sales pitch.
I’m running out of time. I wanted to capture the fact that all the participants are dreading finding themselves at the end of the program.
Good. The Committee suggests you put just that fact into a tiny post. Perfect.
Be careful what Committee you hire, Amy!
I’d completely flashed ahead and began writing without even considering their guidance. What do you think? Would they have caused the graphic problem that froze my computer? In the past, I asked about their sense of humour. I was told they welcome lightness! Does that include impishness?
So dear readers – just a thought – you may want to reconsider having these pesky beloveds helping you. Their brand of humour can create a jungle of challenging feelings. I hope they laugh over expletives!