By: Lisa Lipscomb
For decades, staying in balance was a top goal. I wanted to work and play hard, although for a while I found it difficult to play.
For whatever the reason, it was easier to seek a level of peace.
Then something changed… Have you ever shifted perspective after spending significant time around like-minded individuals? That’s what happened since I joined the SheHive. I play a lot more now!
Oftentimes, a purposeful shift brings flow into our lives.
One of my mantras for 2019 is, “If it doesn’t flow, the answer is no.”
When I first decided I wanted to launch the SheHive, my mentor invited me to come talk to him about my idea - but only if I brought a prototype with me. The SheHive was, in my original vision, a three-story Victorian home, so I got the idea to layout my prototype in a doll house. I'd decorate each room the way I saw the SheHive in my head.
Only problem? I had just quit my job - I didn't have the money to buy a doll house at the time. (Well, I did - but my money views were very skewed at the time). So I opted to lay out my dream in a $2.69 green, spiral sketchbook with a dolphin on the cover from Rite Aid.
By: Jessica Van Valkenburgh
I have always been told to follow my gut.
Little did I know my most joyful triumphs, and deepest disappointments, would all somehow resonate around the sacred area between the base of my bra and the band of my jeans.
I’ve been a dancer since the time I could walk. I learned at a very early age to rely on a mirror to tell me the way things should be. It told me about my body and my talent. I learned what looked good and was pleasing, and what was out of place.
I was a natural when it came to dancing. As a kid, I was thin and lanky, with long legs, and feet that arched like dipping swans without a lick of effort. Dancing came naturally, and I felt wonderful in the praise and admiration of the audience.
This was probably the beginning of my torrid love affair with praise and criticism. When I was doing everything right, I was on top of the world. If I received a correction from my instructor, I was devastated, especially when it came to my body.
“Tummy in, Jessica!” I got used to hearing.