Author: Colleen Newvine Tebeau


Try changing the story you tell yourself

Try changing the story you tell yourself

What you believe about yourself affects what you think is possible for yourself.
For example, an elite athlete might feel their muscles pushed almost to the point of collapse and think, “I am reaching peak performance! This is what I excel at.” I might feel that same level of exertion and think, “I’m not sure I can do this, I’m afraid I’m going to hurt myself. I should ease up.”
One person might feel butterflies before public speaking and think, “I’m so nervous, this is terrible!” while I might feel the same adrenaline rush and think, “I’m so excited! I can’t wait to do this.”

I'm a blend of my mom and stepmom

In a few areas, it’s either-or — I love clothes and jewelry like Debbie and I take pride in my career like my mom — but I find the blends even more interesting. Like my mom, I value punctuality and find it rude when people are late, but like my stepmom, I get that life’s messy and some rules are meant to be broken. 

Would you like to take a manageable sabbatical?

Would you like to take a manageable sabbatical?

We’ve taken extended trips to New Orleans and San Francisco. We also lived in New York for a month before ultimately moving.
Because so many people have asked how we’re able to pick up and live elsewhere for a few weeks, I’m starting work on an e-book answering that question.

It's remarkable what the brain can do

I’ve had two recent moments when inspiring ideas surprised me.
First, during a reiki session, I saw colors, then the interior design of an e-book I want to write.
Then while watching opera, the concept “elasticity of joy” popped into my head.

Go to the light. Be the light. Now.

Go to the light. Be the light. Now.

Recently when I was meditating with my eyes closed in a dark room, I saw a white light that got brighter and brighter. Eventually it felt like I was staring at the sun.
Looking at this make-believe light prompted an insight: So many people describe seeing a bright white light when they’re dying because it’s the first time they stopped to notice it. That light is always there, trying to glow into our lives, but we’re too busy with our distractions and pursuits to notice.