by AnnSheybani | May 9, 2013 | David Foster Wallace, identity
I knew there was a reason I love the author David Foster Wallace. What are you choosing? This guy died long before he should have. http://youtu.be/xmpYnxlEh0c
by AnnSheybani | Apr 6, 2013 | Authenticity, Courage, growing up, identity, risk, Self love, self-image, Ted Talk
I was just listening to a Brene Brown interview in which she described herself as a child. An introverted 13-year-old, she saw Grease 25 times– a movie I paid to see 4 weeks in a row at the very same age. See, like me, Brene wanted desperately to shed her skin...
by AnnSheybani | Apr 1, 2013 | connection, desire, identity, introvert, Ireland, people pleasing, reinvention, running, Secrets
I want to give you a beauty secret I’ve recently discovered. The single element that will make heads turn, regardless of your weight, age, or ability to pull together a decent outfit. The secret is Joy. Walt and I were at The Sunken Garden Poetry Festival last...
by AnnSheybani | Mar 25, 2013 | coaching, Confidence, Courage, Date with Destiny, desire, expectations, growing up, identity, misinterpretation, people pleasing, Self-Esteem, self-sabotage, Tony Robbins
Want to hear something freaking fascinating? The more you invest in yourself, the more others are willing to invest in you. When you take yourself seriously, others do the same. Cheaping out on yourself isn’t noble; it’s flimsy camouflage for low self-esteem. My...
by AnnSheybani | Mar 11, 2013 | aging, Authenticity, Confidence, identity, life transitions, limiting beliefs, nice girl complex
I got invited to a funeral last month, if you can call that sort of thing an invitation. My friend’s elderly mother died after six months of sliding down hill. Like a lot of us, my friend had a complicated relationship with her mother. Apparently, Mom was a...
by AnnSheybani | Feb 17, 2013 | adventure, Anne Batterson, coaching, identity, limiting beliefs, mountain climbing, self-image
Lately I’ve started noticing this nasty habit we women have of downplaying our magnificence. It seems that after years of living with ourselves, of taking our talents, gifts, and accomplishments for granted, we have no idea what separates us from the herd. My friend...
