Behind the Scenes: My TEDx

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OK, so yesterday, I took a deep breath and shared the video of my TEDx talk. One of my friends on Facebook (she’s a former client, actually) watched the talk and wrote, “Fabulous! You’re so cute and endearing when you’re nervous. Well done!” Ah yes, I was nervous. Very, very. Here’s the backstory.

Several months ago, my dear and beloved friend Augusto invited me to apply for TEDx Ft. Wayne. I told him “yes!” but in my heart, I was saying “no!” Deep down, I didn’t want to apply but I thought I had no chance whatsoever of being chosen. Because I thought they’d turn me down, I felt safe in putting my application in.

Yep, a couple of weeks later, I was invited to audition.

Drat! But I had an out. They wanted the applicants to audition in person. In Ft. Wayne. Indiana. I’m on the West Coast so again, I had an out. Yay! I told them in the nicest way possible that I couldn’t come to Ft. Wayne to audition. And they told me: No problem! You can audition on Google Hangout. Okay. Hmm.

I was a nervous wreck on the day of the audition. I put on makeup for goodness sake. Makeup is a sure sign I am out of my comfort zone. But there I was in my lipstick and mascara with my five minute audition spiel. I gave my talk and felt pretty good about it. By then, I actually was pretty sure I was going to be invited. And sure enough, a week or so later, I was.

And then, I sort of lost my mind.

Two things were freaking me out. First, it was a freaking TEDx. Like a TED talk but with an x attached. Oh. My. That’s deep water. And I am a so-so swimmer. I dog paddle and tread water and I don’t like to get my face wet. And second, there was a strict time limit: eighteen minutes. I was very, very freaked out about going over. Because of my anxiety over these two conditions, I did something I don’t normally do. I wrote my talk and tried to memorize it.

Something you should know about me, should you ever see me live on stage: I never write my talks. Essentially, I never know exactly what I’m going to say until the words exit my mouth. I know kind of what I’m going to say. I have an outline and I usually have a few simple slides. I usually have some notes but I rarely use them. I just stand up and start talking. So why did I think writing my talk was a good idea? Oh yeah: TED with an x and eighteen minutes.

I wrote the talk and hated it. I rewrote it and liked it. Actually thought it was pretty good. So I went about memorizing it. When I started practicing, I imagined how I wanted the audience to feel and what I wanted them to do. What I didn’t want the audience to do was stare at my slides, so I selected one key image to make one particular point and that was it. My slide deck consisted of three slides: a black blank slide, then the image slide, and then another black blank slide. This proved problematic, as you’ll soon see.

As the date drew nearer, I got more and more anxious. When I get anxious, I get insomnia. When I get insomnia, I have little memory blanks—I forget words, names, and why I went into a room to get…what was going to get in here? Those kinds of memory blanks.

Yay! I had a new fear to add to the first two: that I would blank out in the middle of my talk. Side note: Should you find yourself worrying about forgetting something in the middle of a presentation, give yourself a small but simple crutch like a little note or a helpful slide. But of course, that’s not what I did. I just went on trying to remember everything. Groan.

The night before my TEDx, I did exactly what I’d been doing every night for the previous two weeks. I woke up about 1 AM and started fretting. But this time, I had a moment of clarity. I woke up, so to speak. I never write talks! I never memorize talks! I believe that being over-rehearsed makes me seem like a phony which is worse than being awkward or nervous. I would rather die a thousand deaths than present myself as someone that I am not. So I decided to do what I usually do: wing it.

The day of the presentation, I was freaking out. Yep, I put on makeup. Mascara, lipstick, foundation, for goodness sake. But I also put on my favorite cowboy boots, which was a good sign that I was still me, underneath all that Clinique.

As I was standing off stage, waiting to go on, one of the organizers read my bio. And he read the last sentence wrong, which is to stay, he garbled what I’d written. In the midst of my “What the heck did he just say?” moment, I walked up the steps and on to the stage. Did I mention that I was the last speaker? I was the freaking closer for goodness sake.

I smiled at the audience and got my bearings. Located the slide remote and looked up to see that my slide deck had been advanced to the image slide. Keeping my cool, I backed up to my blank starting slide. Then the guy in the control room advanced it back to my image slide. Seriously? I looked across that huge room to the dark control room and said, “I know you’re trying to help. But stop.” I got a laugh, which was nice. Deep breath. I started talking.

Have you ever had an out of body experience? Let me tell you what mine was like. I was there but not there. Words were coming out of my mouth. Very heartfelt, authentic, vulnerable parts of me were expressed. I know that because I remember feeling heartfelt and authentic and vulnerable. However, I don’t remember what I said.

I sort of came to at about the nine minute mark and thought, “Where am I going with this?” Oh yeah: three destructive myths about time. Better cover those. That’s when the lack of slides interacted with the memory blanks. What I feared was exactly what I got: I forgot what I was going to say. Now folks, I just wrote an entire book on this topic. You know I know this stuff, right? Yet there I was, blank. Twice. It happened twice. And my beloved husband prompted me and I would find my place and be off and running again. And then it was over.

When my boots hit the floor as I exited the stage, I thought, “Well that was a total freaking train wreck.” And then people in the audience started high-fiving me as I walked back to my seat. Afterward, people asked me for my autograph. I am not kidding: I signed a nice man’s t-shirt and event posters. And there were authentic, heartfelt conversations, too. Everyone was really nice. No one said anything about my memory blanks or that I seemed like I wasn’t really present in my own body while I was up on stage.

One other thing you should know about me is that even when public events go well, I tend to go to a shame place anyway. And I felt the temptation to run from the room and hide after my TEDx. But somehow, I didn’t. Partly, I think it was because I decided to take the post-event audience reaction at face value. I decided that they were high-fiving me because they enjoyed my talk, not because they were just being nice. (And if the latter was true, screw it, I’m still taking their positive feedback at face value, so there.)

When I think back to my intentions for my TEDx, I wanted to stand in front of my audience and be truly myself. In spite of the makeup and the out-of-body sensation, I was successful.

One thing I’ve learned is that success is rarely all one thing. Usually, my successes are a heady mix of fun, terror, delight, joy, and awkwardness. If I could go back and do anything differently, it would be to focus more on the x than the TED, to not make such a big deal out of it, to relax and enjoy the experience more. And to stop worrying so much about time because that, after all, was the point of the talk.

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Tara’s TEDx: Three Destructive Myths About Time

Recently, I went way out of my comfort zone and gave a TEDx! Here it is. Enjoy!

My Year With Sufficiency, Service, and Invitation

Sufficiency, Service, InvitationEvery year, about this time, I select a set of words to represent my intentions for the next twelve months. For 2014, I chose three: sufficiency, service, and invitation. Before I leave this year behind and select a new set of intention words, I wanted to share how navigating a year by these three words affected me.

Sufficiency

I selected the word ‘sufficiency’ as a way of expressing the concept of enough. “Sufficiency isn’t an amount,” writes Lynne Twist, “It is an experience, a context we generate, a declaration, a knowing that there is enough and that we are enough.” I wanted to experience sufficiency as a context in every aspect of my life: financially, spiritually, psychologically, physically.

Paradoxically, one of the ways I went about pursuing my financial experience of sufficiency was to do something really crazy: I stopped charging for my services. Instead, in January 2014, I started giving all my services to my clients as gifts. In return, if they wished, my clients were free to reward my services based on their satisfaction, gratitude, and means. I call this approach The Gratitude Model. Long story short: I’ve been very happy with the results. Some clients pay me more than I used to charge and others pay me a lot less. My business grew by leaps and bounds in 2014 and I’ve been blessed with many new clients as well as a number of organizations—all without any real marketing effort on my part. In fact, this is the first time I’ve made my unconventional business model public.

As I’ve worked with sufficiency, I’ve come to realize that I have too many possessions. More-than-enough has come to feel bloated and uncomfortable to me. As a result, I’ve started seeking ways to share what I have with others by giving away items I no longer need or use. After reading The Parable of the Iron Pan, I was inspired to learn more about the New Economy and to think about how I can make my own small contributions to a more just and fair economic system. I’m looking into Wonolo and other skills sharing hubs to hire help for my growing business.

Service

My life of service flows directly out of sufficiency. Because I have enough, I’m free to serve—to give of myself generously and wholeheartedly. Although I understood at the outset that sufficiency and service were strongly intertwined, I underestimated their capacity for synergy.

Sufficiency, especially as expressed by the Gratitude Model, gave me the freedom to openly pursue opportunities for service. In the past, I felt reluctant to approach organizations with the offers of my gifts but not any more! By embracing sufficiency, I lost the need for recognition, praise, or approval for my service; it simply became part of how I live my life. As a result, I became more engaged, more joyful, and more generous in sharing myself with others.

Invitation

I chose the word ‘invitation’ because I wanted to cultivate an awareness of being invited as well as my ability to invite others. Invitation seemed like a natural companion to service. As it turned out, sufficiency granted me the freedom to turn down invitations that weren’t right for me even as I was issuing invitations to those I wanted to serve. Not only that, but when my invitations were rebuffed, I was much less hurt by that.

I didn’t leave my equanimity about invitations—getting and giving, being accepted or rejected—to chance. One of my affirmations was, “When I am rejected or passed over, I know that it isn’t because I’m not good enough or not successful.” By reiterating my trust in sufficiency, I was able to keep failure in perspective. This was a great victory for me because in the past, I would use failure as an excuse to beat myself up and feed my self-doubt.

Not that I make New Year’s resolutions, but when anyone asked me what mine were for 2014, I said: “Overcome self-doubt.” I’ve come to realize that I can’t completely get rid of self-doubt but I can be more “self-doubt resilient.” By improving my awareness of what self-doubt feels like, I am able to intervene more quickly and stop the cycle of emotional self-abuse before it gains momentum. Of all the obstacles I’ve encountered in my life and career, self-doubt has been, by far, the most destructive.I didn’t anticipate how effective these three words—sufficiency, service, and invitation—were going to be in my battle against self-doubt.

As a new year dawns, why not choose a set of words to express your intentions for 2015? You are invited to enjoy a 30-minute coaching session by phone and I’ll guide you through a reflection and review aimed at inspiring your thoughts about your intentions for the coming year. While 2014 will be left behind, my commitment to sufficiency, service, and invitation are on-going. Let me know how I can serve you!

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