The Fearless Blogger

If you are a cat owner lucky enough to share your home with a cat my guess is your mornings go pretty much like this.

Personally speaking, my feline cohabitants seem to have developed a tag team approach: (“spoiler” alert!)  Marley is the master of the gentle, intermittent face-tap and persistent “meow”; Kaya Cher seems to have the other techniques covered, I’m just hoping she never gets her paws on a baseball bat!

hat cat tip: Mara

Note: This post was edited by Marley & Kaya Cher

Yay! | photo credit: Lou Adzima

As I’ve mentioned previously, I’m furthering my goal to share as much of my story, with as many people who will listen, by posting excerpts of my writings from my 10-week experience with the Speak For Success’s Women’s Leadership Institute.

The prior posts have focused on where I was and were written prior to my acceptance to the program. Today’s post is the “transcript” of my speech I presented at our graduation. Although it, too, includes information about my past, it’s done so from a different vantage point and also continues to where I am now and what I am moving towards.

(Note: I’ve added section headings to help visually break up the different sections. They were not read as part of the speech.)

My Graduation Day Speech

Looking Back
Viewing life as a journey means living in the moment.

Still, it’s important to pause, to look back at the past. Like looking back down the mountain during a long hike, reflecting on past milestones reframes my perspective of where I am now, enhancing my appreciation of how far I’ve come.

A year ago, ashamed and embarrassed to tell friends what was going on, I’d isolated myself from everyone but my boyfriend.

Getting ready to share

My life was on my couch, blinds shut, blocking out the time of day. My boyfriend hadn’t stepped inside the door in six months, since even basic housekeeping had become too overwhelming for me.

I’d make plans I wouldn’t keep and spend days online trying to find work.

And I cleaned my ears.

Later, I’d learn it was OCD, exacerbated by stress and a change in medication. At the time, I only knew that I’d lose whole days – and sometimes nights – compulsively poking at my ears and it was gross, it was dangerous and it was something I didn’t want anyone to know about.

When I Knew I Needed to Change My Life
Waiting online at a food pantry –my food stamp benefits cancelled because I’d forgotten to file the paperwork in typical ADHD fashion – I knew something had to change.

I emailed my mother. I told her what my life had become. In admitting this to her, I would finally admit to myself what was going on.

I have a disability. My mental illness can be just as debilitating as a physical one. Recovery is not something I can manage on my own.

I shared this with my mother.

I asked for help.

What I Learned
When a cat is sick, its natural instinct is to hide its symptoms as long as possible.  Cats feel vulnerable exposing weakness and will expend a lot of effort to not act sick. A cat’s illness often has reached a crisis stage by the time we notice something’s wrong.

A Life-Changing Experience

What I learned about myself from this experience is that my cats & I share more in common than just our love of days spent napping and eating. Unwilling to make myself vulnerable others, my life reached a crisis stage before I’d let anyone see something was wrong.

When I applied to the Women’s Leadership program, I’d been on my journey for several months. I was able to recognize the distance I’d covered.  The steep path ahead was in my sight, and I was motivated to reach the summit. But, my lack of confidence, damaged self-esteem, and unfamiliarity with the upcoming landscape had stalled me in my path.

The Women’s Leadership Program helped me find my inner compass, and learn to trust it. I’ve learned how to create my own map. I can face the possibility that I may stray from my path, maybe even get lost, with confidence, because I’ve learned the skills to find my way back.

Where I Am
And, ten weeks later, I stand here, looking out at you from that summit.

I didn’t climb that steep path alone. Even as I pushed through the most arduous stretches, with my classmates – my sisters – and teachers by my side, I’ve loved every single moment and appreciate that each step brings its reward.

For a moment I stand still. Not stalled, but paused, to celebrate my accomplishment. Just as I’ve learned the value of looking back at where I’ve been, from this vista I am able to look forward at what lies ahead.

Oh, yeah! | photo credit: Lou Adzima

Where I’m Going
I continue on my journey with two new goals. The first, to seek out opportunities to share my story, so others like me might connect with it.  We can feel stronger when we know we’re not alone.  And I’m off to a running start: A CNN.com feature on overcoming phobias related my experiences as their example. (OK – so, at this point, the audience clapped and cheered!*)

The second goal points me to my next destination. I’ll be getting my coaching certification so I can help others adults with ADHD find the tools they need for journeys of their own.

Mom was there to share the celebration! | photo credit: Lou Adzima

*As a little background: I only mentioned the CNN post because several of my instructors asked me to add it to my speech. It wasn’t until about 10 minutes before I had to be out the door that I finally thought of a way to integrate it into my speech in a way that seemed to somewhat flow. Needless to say, standing on a stage and having over 150 people cheer you on is an incredible feeling (I highly recommend it). To have so many people recognize this particular achievement was probably one of the highest moments of my life.

Image: Wisdom Cards - Affirmations by Louise Hay

As I’ve mentioned previously, I’m furthering my goal to share as much of my story, with as many people who will listen, by posting excerpts of my writings from my 10-week experience with the Speak For Success’s Women’s Leadership Institute. Today’s is another post from my application; my answer to  the question:

What makes you an ideal candidate for this program?

I can’t adequately articulate the surreal sense I feel reading these words today, realizing I wrote my response just over three months ago; realizing that such a short window of time is the only buffer between my life now and my life then:

I’d pulled one of my final(!) all-nighters on that white leather couch that’s become a symbol of a dark, isolated time of my life (and the reason I am currently without a couch :-) ).

As I clicked “send”, I said a little prayer in my head: “I just need one positive thing to grab onto to help pull me out of this hole I’ve been lost in. I finally see which direction is up – please give me this opportunity to get myself back on solid ground and out of the darkness.”

Someone was listening.

It’s amazing what 10 weeks can do.
Ten weeks is enough to give someone back their life.

Why I was the Ideal Candidate:

On the surface, my adversities may appear to be different from those who have overcome domestic violence or substance abuse.  However my past experience of living with a friend who was battling his drug addiction has helped me identify similarities in the challenges and stages of my recovery process.

Additionally, having encountered emotional and verbal abuse towards me in different relationships throughout my life, I recognized the circumstances that might drive a woman to remain in a situation where she is faced with domestic violence.  It was finding myself perched on the top of that slippery slope that scared me into a wake-up call to seek professional help.  As a result, I found myself at the start of the path that led to where I am today.

Because of these experiences, I understand what it’s like to walk around hiding a secret from my colleagues.  I am familiar with the feelings shame and embarrassment and the accompanying sense of living a dual life.  I was shielded from adding the complications of managing my mental health challenges to this, by the leave of absence my employer’s HR policies required me to take.

I’ve experienced life through the eyes of a jet-setting professional with full benefits and a disposable income that far surpassed my needs.  I’ve also experienced life through the eyes of someone who feels powerless, paralyzed with fear, overwhelmed by basic activities that intellectually should not have been a problem to achieve. read more

Honestly, with my boy Justin Timberlake in the movie, I would have watched it even if it was just him making Facebook status updates for two hours.

But, I have to admit,  the new “Facebook Movie” looks like it has actual potential.   I guess one shouldn’t expect less from a David Fincher movie though (one scored by Trent Reznor, no less).  hat tip: Digital Inspiration

(I love that the name is not actually “The Facebook Movie” but that’s what everyone calls it!)

More of a retro, Myspace fan?  You’re in luck! For you Tom fans -- er, friends -- out there, there’s a movie for you as well!  OK, not really, but the Huffington Post shared a “trailer” from Best Week Ever here.

What do you think? Will this be a movie you’ll be checking out?

(watch at your own risk!)

Might as well close up the internet and go home -- there couldn’t possibly be anything left to share that is cuter than this.

Now, it’s no secret that I love ice cream. Or that I love cats.  And yes, I am incredibly fond of cats wearing hats.  Imagine, if you will, if one were to somehow combine ice cream and cats and hats.

Don’t worry if you can’t. Prior to 10 minutes ago, the idea of such a medley was far beyond my realm of possibilities.

So, we’re in complete agreement: It would be too much.

It would be like the cuteness equivalent of “The Light” in Lost -- a threshold so very tempting, but one I’d dare not cross.

Of course in L.A., the concept of “too much” just doesn’t exist.

In fact, a cat in a hat with ice cream is just barely “enough” in L.A.   L.A. takes it to the next level.

L.A. gives us a kitten wearing a tiny hat eating a miniature ice cream cone. As a commercial! I couldn’t even pick which words to italicize because it’s all just too friggin’ cute!

Gotta love L.A.!

A kitten’s tiny hat tip to: Kitten In Tiny Hat Eats Ice Cream | Comedy.com.