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Would you accept the invitation?


I have been having a rough time lately…the usual kinds of challenges that we all face personally and professionally, but the challenges feel amplified by the holidays.  I asked the Universe to give me a break, to cut me some slack please pleeeeeease.

I received an invitation out of the blue…an invitation to dance.  I don’t dance! I am a mosh pit brawler, but I am not a dancer.  I am clumsy.  I felt embarrassed just reading the invitation, and I was thissssclose to sending my regrets that I couldn’t attend.

I paused, thinking this was such an unusual invitation.  Had I ever in my life been invited to a dance outside of high school?  I couldn’t remember ever receiving such an invitation.  Maybe the Universe was trying to give me an opportunity to feel differently this holiday season by doing something different?

I deleted my regrets, and replied that I didn’t know how to do the dances, but that I would be willing to give it a go.  I hit send before I could chicken out.

The venue was a stone manor built in the 1920’s.  It looks like a castle.  Inside there are large stone fireplaces, high ceilings, chandeliers, and a ballroom.  I found myself standing in that ballroom, a Cinderella with two left feet, and I considered excusing myself under the guise of a restroom visit to run away before the festivities started.  I talked myself into staying.

The waltz.  I stepped on my partner’s feet.  I laughed.  I stepped on his feet some more and laughed a lot, some of it nervous and some of the laughter the glee of a kid with a new toy…and then for a few gorgeous minutes, I got it.  I was waltzing, waltzing until I was dizzy!

The English country dances.  I didn’t know any of the lingo when we started, but I soon caught on well enough to follow along for most of the dances.  I wasn’t graceful or elegant, but I was delighted.  I had a different partner for every dance, and every partner taught me something I didn’t know, every partner gracious and forgiving of my newbie status.

The hours passed in a flash.  I haven’t laughed so much in a long time, and I haven’t been so challenged by trying some completely foreign in a long time.

Later in bed, I realized in all those hours under the chandeliers, I hadn’t given my troubles a single thought.  My previously tight, tense shoulders were relaxed.  The Universe had given me a break and cut me some slack, granting me a fabulous day that I would long remember.

Would you have accepted the invitation to the dance, or the equivalent, that popped up out of nowhere?  I am glad I did.

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Pep Talk on a Friday Morning

I need a pep talk this morning, so while I’m giving myself one, I thought maybe someone else out there might need one, too.

I’ve been exploring new employment options for several months now, mostly secretly on the downlow.  I’m being more open about it now, because maybe someone I know has heard of a fab job that’s just right for me!

Anyway, I’ve been applying my little heart out for part time work, then full time work, and now both part time and full time work.  For months, I’ve been hearing nothing at all other than the sound of crickets.  This week, I’ve been getting a flood of responses…and all of them are “no.”  So many rejections are pouring in this week that I just want to go back to bed!
Whoa.  This is no fun.  It stings the ego, and it feels awful.

“Hey, wow, this is a pretty miserable pep talk, Katie!” you might be thinking, and you’re right.  Here comes the pep talk part:

All the “no”s lead us to our right and proper “yes”es.  The “no” is so often for our greater good, even though it really doesn’t seem that way at the time.  Think back to the things you wanted over the years that you didn’t get…and notice how not getting what you wanted in that moment brought you to something better or a new way of thinking or dropped a brand new person into your world that wouldn’t have happened if you’d gotten a “yes.” Sometimes we really need the “no.”

I wanted a job at a particular software company years ago.  I had a long and wonderful interview with these fantastic people that I adored on the spot, and then I didn’t get the job.  I was so disappointed. The company was close to my house, innovative and creative, and the pay was great for this region.  I sulked for weeks about not getting the job.  My feelings were hurt because everything seemed so right and perfect, and the interview was wonderful. Sigh.

That amazing cool edgy company failed and went out of business about 18 months after I interviewed there.  If I’d gotten the job, I would’ve found myself out of work as a single mom in a city where tech jobs are incredibly hard to come by in the first place.  That stinging dreadful “no” was absolutely the right thing for me, because with a little patience, I ended up landing the position that I kept for the next fifteen years, providing a stable, reliable income for my kiddo and me. I needed that “no.”

So.  This morning I am reminding my (pouting, sulking) self that every “no” is going to lead the way for a marvelous “yes.”  The only way to fail at this is simply to stop trying.  Applying and trying and reaching out is a success because it takes courage and bravery to begin.  I’m telling you that if you are being smacked around by the word “no” this week, it’s okay.  We’re going to find our “yes,” and the yes will be worth the wait.

We can do this, friends.  We will triumph, and we’ll wonder why we got our knickers in a twist over these little bumps in the road.  These bumps in the road are part of the journey.  Think about it: if you were loaded up in the car to go to Disney World, and 5 miles from home you hit a jarring pot hole, you wouldn’t turn back and go home.  You’d shake it off and keep going toward your destination.  Let’s keep going.

Reminder: If you were interested in Desire Mapping with me, my last Desire Map class ever is being held online this month.  You can check out the details over here, and feel free to share the info with a friend.  We start next week, and it’s not too late to sign up.  If a structured course isn’t your jam, you can also check out this self-paced option here.

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Going, going, gone: My Last Desire Map Workshop is Scheduled

Friends of mine,

I want to share that I won’t be renewing my Desire Map facilitator license in 2016, so my final online workshop series will take place in December.

Why am I retiring from Desire Map facilitation? I love love love love (LOVE!) Danielle Laporte’s books and have enjoyed turning other folks on to these super cool personal growth tools.  I highly recommend being a licensed facilitator (if you want to know more about facilitating, ask me–I’ll give you a link!) if it speaks to you, and I don’t have anything negative to say about the experience…

…But I’d like to be my own brand.  I’d like to be Katie Craig, rocker of worlds, as a solo act in my future endeavors!  It’s kinda scary to create my own courses and content without the “backing” of a big brand name, but I’ve baby stepped into that in 2016, and I’d like to do more in the future.

If you would like to participate in December’s workshop series online, you can find all the juicy details by visiting this page on my website.  I’d be delighted to work with you on my final Desire Map workshop.

If you’re curious about Desire Mapping but you’d prefer a self-paced option, there’s an affordable and effective solution for you, too!  Check out the Goals with Soul course here if you’re interested in something on your own schedule.

I hope your Thanksgiving was amazing! I’m thankful for each and every one of you for reading my articles all over the Internet, for joining in my classes, and for being so supportive!

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Shame and Truths: RIP Jennifer

A cross post, also posted on my personal blog. Shared here, too, because I think it’s important to think about and because I miss my friend.

It’s the morning after the election. I scrolled through Facebook, and between the flood of posts from both the gloaters and the weepers, I remember that I lost a friend a week ago…and all your political banter seems like silly fluff to me when I remember she’s gone, exited at her own hand.

I don’t know precisely why she did it, but I do know this: we often carry around our dark secrets, ashamed, sure no one will love us if we come clean. We are sure opening up our suitcase of skeletons will cause us to lose our friends. They’ll think us foolish or weak, or maybe both, so we drag our nasty baggage around with us, hiding it away. The weight of it gets heavier as time goes by, crushing.

I’ve cracked open my baggage a time or two, but mostly I keep it snapped shut. I’ve given close friends a glimpse at what’s inside, and you know what happened? They asked, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why didn’t you let me help?”

Because: I was embarrassed. I felt like a failure. I didn’t want to speak it out loud. I didn’t want anyone to know what was really going on with me because I didn’t want to trouble anyone. I needed to handle it myself. I needed to either overcome it or hide it away, but I didn’t want to advertise it. I am strong and asking for help is weak. I don’t know why. All those reasons and none of those reasons, maybe, and perhaps my friend was struggling with the same.

Let me crack open my baggage a little, just a peek, and see if you turn away…

I’ve been verbally abused and hit by men who claimed to be my husband. I say “claimed to be” because a true partner wouldn’t go there and/or he’d recognize his own problems and get some help. I’ve manage to wed two who did that, and I really don’t think I had a clue either time before the wedding. What does that make me? Blind? Naive? And where does that leave me today in relationships? Running away as fast as I can, or trying to control what can’t be controlled…which ends up in me being alone, which is safer, right?

Still with me?

I suck at adulting. I live paycheck to paycheck, hustling side jobs for any extras. I carry a lot of what I call “survival” debt where credit cards were used for medical, dental, child care, and things like clothes for the kid in the months where no child support came or it came, but there was not enough to cover costs like shoes for growing feet or the summer day camp field trip to Dollywood. I’ve never bought so much as a new couch or a new kitchen table. I’ve watched people build new houses and cart in their new beautiful furnishings and I’ve felt lower than low. I’m happy for them, but I quietly wonder, worry, obsess over what I have done wrong? I don’t get it. I have a wheelbarrow full of college degrees and relevant certifications, and I struggle to buy groceries most months. Sometimes when I have a little extra pocket money, I choose experiences with the people I love over a couch. Do you judge me? Could you tell me how to do it better from your comfy leather sofa?

Anyway. That’s enough for now.

My thought here was to shed some light on the things I carry around, that we all carry around, to maybe give some insight on why someone would give up on this life without us having a clue. The things we drag around fester and get heavier and heavier.

Do you believe in love? Do you believe in shame? If love can conquer all then why do we only feel the pain. We’ll miss you forever and then some, Jennifer.

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Not For You

One of the hardest things about sharing anything with the world–my writing, my jewelry, my tarot card readings–is dealing with the haters. The world of social media is now filled with trolls, people who make it their full time job to scroll around and leave hateful feedback everywhere they go.  They are mean.  They are hurtful.

Today, I let myself get frustrated by one of these nitpicky souls who was questioning my use of a specific word, claiming I didn’t even know what it meant.  I countered (I shouldn’t have countered, I know) with my right to use any word creatively in my own writing to create a mood or evoke a feeling.  I felt hurt and embarrassed because there are all those hateful comments out on the world wide web for everyone to read…and then I remembered…

I didn’t write for those haters.  I didn’t write for those trolls.  I didn’t write for those who hide behind their computer screens, waiting to pounce.  I don’t read tarot for them.  I don’t teach for them. I don’t make jewelry them.  All these things I do are for me and also an open invitation for those people I call my tribe, the people who “get” me, to gather ’round and come closer.

If you don’t like it, move on.  I see plenty of political posts, memes, photos, and whatnot that aren’t my cup of tea, but rather than insult the creator, I simply move on to find the things that do appeal to me.


Ways We Can Work Together

Kinda, Sorta Ready? Let's Get Started!

I’m so glad you’re here. I’m honored, really, because the world wide web is huge, and here you are.  Thank you.

I am happy to work with you…

I can coach you one on one through Desire Mapping or in a small group so your to do list becomes a “hell yes” list.

I’m happy to read tarot for you to give you delicious insights…or teach you how to read and understand the mystery of tarot in private lessons.

Are you curious about working with the moon cycles, basic woo woo or witchery, or working with candles and crystals? I’ve got you.  I get you.  Let’s roll!

Online courses. One on one private lessons, online or in person.  …And some jewelry on Etsy and books on Amazon thrown in for good measure.

When you’re ready, take a deep breath, and send me an email, and let’s rock this world together!

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It is always a treat to be published on Rebelle Society; so much gratitude: http://www.rebellesociety.com/2016/10/25/katiecraig-succubus/

Write It Down

Do You Believe in Ghosts?

photo by Jordi Carrasco http://bit.ly/2dRiK0m

photo by Jordi Carrasco http://bit.ly/2dRiK0m

Do you believe in ghosts? I do, but I think it’s important to throw a little logic at this belief from time to time.

Not every bump in the night is a ghost. Not every item that falls off a shelf is a ghost (hello, gravity and natural seismic activity?!).  Those paranormal shows on television are entertainment, folks, and real paranormal investigations are usually long and kind of boring at times.

I’m down with all things woo woo, but it drives me bonkers when folks give up their common sense and believe everything someone tells them about a ghost or a psychic hit or whatever.  Ask questions.  Think it through.

I attended an event yesterday that I thought would be interesting, and in some ways, it was…but do I think there are ghosts running amok at this location? Nah, not really.  Why don’t I think that it’s true?

I’m a local yokel, and if a spot is haunted, man, I’ve heard all about it.  I grew up with it.  I’m also pretty sensitive to the energy of places I visit.  I’ve been to that particular location dozens of times and the energy there is pleasant, fairly neutral.  Nothing makes the wee hairs on my arm stand up or makes me feel watched.  That’s not to say there’s no energy bouncing around; it’s rare to find a building with no “vibes” to it.  I’m just saying there’s nothing dark or menacing afoot.  If there’s anything to be “found,” it’s gonna be pretty mild.

The crowd was clamoring to believe, and I know how fun it is to buy in to the story…but bring your logic and your reasoning.  It’s no longer an investigation if you color everyone’s thought processes ahead of time with wild tales; it’s para-tainment. You’ve tainted everyone’s logic with storytelling…and that invalidates the “experiences” of your participants.  Para-tainment is fun, too, but don’t try to pass off para-tainment as science. Yep.

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