228 Who Do You Think You Are?
I haven’t put all the pieces together yet, I know that I’m an Uncontainably
Bright, Powerful, Divine Being.What events or series of events led to your discovery?After listening to the Wayne Dyer tapes, my whole life started to open
up. I’d love to share three key events that quickened my awakening.
The first event began the semester before I graduated from college
when everyone was asking “what are you going to do after college?”
When I told them I was going to travel, it didn’t go over so well. You
just graduated from one of the most prestigious Universities in the
United States and instead of getting a prestigious job, you’re going to
WHAT??? TRAVEL?? FOR TWO YEARS??? Who do you think you
are?
But it turned out to be the best decision I ever made. I made
$10,000 stretch the span of two years, by riding Greyhound buses and
living at a dozen intentional communities throughout the United States.
While I was traveling, I filled a journal every month, trying to
figure out who I was. Instead, I discovered over and over who I wasn’t.
I stayed at several yoga centers, and discovered that although I
loved yoga, I was not cut out to live the life of a yogi. I lived in an artistic
community, and realized that although I loved art, I was not cut out to be
an artist. And on and on...
At each community I peeled off a layer of who I thought I was (or
should be.) I finally reached the point where I learned a lot about who I
was and wasn’t, but I was driving myself crazy with all the inner work.
The second event was when one of my mentors Moe Ross, asked
me a question that completely changed my life. Questions have the power
to do that. (Which is why this book is so powerful.)
The question Moe asked me was: “what will you regret, if you
don’t do it in the next seven years?” In that moment, the answer came to
me, even though I was scared to act on it. My heart’s calling was to work
with teenagers as a wilderness therapy counselor.
I sent out 50 letters to Wilderness Therapy Camps all over the
country, hoping that none of them would respond.
When I took the job as a Wilderness Therapy Counselor in North
Carolina, I agreed to be responsible for ten teenage boys, seventeen hours
a day, five days a week, for two years. All the boys chose to come to this
camp to avoid doing time at Juvenile Hall.