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The Source of Calling and How Most Theories Fail (A Response To Michael Hyatt)

Calling comes from a deep place inside yourself— the very deepest. It’s a place where desire, fear, risk, and hope all tangle up into this ball of feelings connected to your identity. It’s a vulnerable place, and it’s a tender place. It’s not a place that’s easily or quickly accessed.

One of my favorite bloggers, Michael Hyatt wrote a blog post and a podcast on calling. I respect him tremendously. I read everything he writes and have been very influenced by his book. But I’m frustrated by the model he presented. I believe he missed the mark here— as people often do when they talk about calling.

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The Stories You Tell Yourself (and the stories you don’t)

“You’re so good at inviting people in,” Hailey said, as we stood around her kitchen. I was talking with two good friends about a small event Stacia and I are planning to help us feel less alone and more supported in our work.

I was really moved by these words because the story I hear internally is often that I’m alone and that I’m not good at bringing people around me. The story in my head is that I do too much myself and don’t know how to share it.

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What to Do with the Voice of the Critic

“I feel like I should be some kind of expert in order to say these things.” I could feel the frustration in his voice. He had just started a blog not too long ago that was giving him an outlet for his work— work that clearly made sense to him. Work that he’d been a part of in some capacity for a very long time, even before he had realized it. Now this is the work that he is hoping to give his life to and receive so much life from.

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To Bail or Not to Bail: know your patterns of uncertainty

It was in those moments between sleep and waking that I first noticed the feeling. It was one part fear and one part exhaustion. I felt myself realize what the day ahead of me held, and then retreat back into dreams and sleep. I didn’t want to face the day.

You would think that my day was full of high pressure meetings and heavy conversations, but it wasn’t. It was quite the opposite. It was empty. The day was blank, and that, for me, can be the scariest kind of day.

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Remember — the Importance of Looking Back

I’m sitting on a couch in sunny Los Angeles in a house that does not belong to me. It belongs to my grandmother. I have so many memories in this room: playing legos on the floor. Watching Jeopardy every night over a small bowl of orange sherbet. That time a cousin’s boyfriend stepped on my train set and broke the bridge support (I’m still working on forgiving that guy).

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