Rocking the Ship

What do you do when you’ve been out to sea for nigh on 30 days and you are getting impatient to see land again?

What do you do when you’re approaching the half-way point of your voyage, with no end in sight?

It’s just as far to go back as it is to go forward.

You don’t want to really go back, but the view doesn’t seem to be changing.

What do you do?
You rock the ship.

Sometimes it’s the only way to continue the journey. You’ve got to make a few waves – maybe even turn the whole thing over.

Sometimes up is down and down is up.

Come again?

As a business owner, I’ve glorified hard work, effort, and yes, even struggle. In light of yesterday’s epiphany, I’ve made a point to be more intentional about enjoying the journey, rather than just focusing on the destination.

This is an area in which I need serious improvement. In fact, I needed to rock the ship.

Today, in the final hours of my mastermind group, the boat tipped over. Up became Down and Down became Up.

To rock the ship enough to capsize it, you have to loose everything. Cut all the cargo free, and leverage the weight and rhythm of everything on board.

It begins with chaos, and ends with unified cadence. Everything syncs up, all the bits of cargo that were buckling, rolling and slamming into everything… all the passengers that have been wondering around move in harmony with one another.

It becomes effortless.

We’re up-ending The Renaissance Mom.

For nearly a year, I’ve been trying on hats, speaking my truth, making mistakes, and fumbling along with this brand “image”.

Who is she? Is it an ideal or an entity?

Where is she/it going? What does she/it stand for?

What is the thread that connects everything together?

What I’ve become clear about is that The Renaissance Mom is who I am. It’s my superhero identity. The Phoenix is MY logo, my mantra, my icon of transformation.

That doesn’t really help you (or anyone else) figure out why you’re on my site. I’m not showing YOU how to be a Renaissance Mom, or how to be a mom, or anything related to mom stuff, really. And as much as I love my phoenix, it’s not meant for you as much as it is for me.

For the last 30 or so days, I’ve been on this journey, on this ship, heading to some undisclosed “new land” where I’m burning the ship, taking a stand and staking out my new claim.

The phoenix is a symbol of re-birth and resurrection. The phoenix must ignite itself, be reduced to ash, and be born again into the next phase of life.

So, too,  The Renaissance Mom must render itself to ash and be re-born into the next evolution – to that space where you can KNOW that this is the destination for you.

Today, like the rotating piece of Jack Sparrow’s map, the next step became clear.

It’s time to up-end my ship to complete (and enjoy) the journey.

See you at sunrise!