Guest Post: Lin Eleoff's Emotional Scale
When you visit Lin Eleoff’s blog you’ll see why I fell in fast love. I invited her to guest post, and this is what she claims to have been inspired with. Since I am not one to argue with inspiration, here it is:
It was a perfect day. Sunny and rainy. I was hovering somewhere between Appreciation (level one) and Contentment (level seven) on the Emotional Guidance Richter Scale.
Life was good, although I felt a few of my favorite emotions were conspicuously absent from the aforementioned scale, most noticeably hunger and shopping, my go-to ‘feelings’ when life sucked.
I was getting ready to attend a weekly conference call as part of Martha Beck’s life coach training program. While the words “life coach” could quickly make me slide down the emotional scale to embarrassment and complete and utter humiliation, I focused instead on how inspired and excited I had felt after meeting Martha in Arizona a few weeks prior.
She had assured me that if I would just listen to my Essential Self (a.k.a. the real Me) instead of Everybody Else (a.k.a. Them), I could turn my law practice into whatever I wanted it to be.
Indeed, it sounded a little woo woo, but in all honesty I had become extremely sick and tired of Everybody telling me what to do… you can’t give up your law practice; don’t cut your hair; get a Mac, no, get a PC. So I began planning to tickle torture Everybody (a deceptively horrific torture method involving some salt and a goat, but that’s all I’m going to say on that topic). Needless to say, I was beginning to contemplate a little woo at this stage of my life.
So, back to My Perfect Day: Things unexpectedly started to go south of seven, as in the level. When I dialed in on the conference call, Nobody was there. While I had had it with Everybody, I still needed Somebody! I started a free-fall to level ten: Frustration, Irritation, Impatience. I checked the date and time. Thursday, 1 p.m. EST. Check. Check.
I re-dialed the phone number. Nobody, again. I wondered if the salt and goat trick would work on Nobody too. Level eighteen: Revenge. I started to see flashing lights and chirping birds; never a good sign. I felt so alone. I felt ripped off. I felt like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.
And then, in a sudden and unexpected whoosh, there came Maw. Jeannette Maw; Secret agent of Something Exciting and New. Except she didn’t have a secret! In fact, what this girl had could only be described as (taking time to find the word that means the opposite of ‘secret’ here)…manifesto. That’s it, she had a manifesto. And she was so happy to share it all; everything. She talked about the art of deliberate creation, the only real marketing method there is. She talked about energy. She talked about her goose bumps.
And then there was that laugh; the laugh that reeled me right in. She said I could do anything. And I believed her.
Boing! I was back in the top five on The Scale. Just like that. And I hadn’t had any chocolate. It didn’t matter that some screw-up by who-what-why-ever caused Ms. Maw to come to the rescue of the conference call that day. What mattered was that I was swept off my feet in a matter of seconds by someone who had surely just had some Red Bull, but without the bull. This girl was red hot. She was on fire. She was my new BFF.
I know I don’t have to give one word of explanation as to why Jeannette had this affect on me because, of course, you already know. It’s why you’re here. You know it’s because Jeannette is the epitome of someone who speaks from the heart; whose energy vibe is totally in sync with what she’s creating all around her. She didn’t have a secret.
Jeannette is The Secret.
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Disclaimers: 1. At no time was the author ever tickle tortured or bribed with Peanut Butter Cups to write this article. 2. The goat’s name is being withheld to protect its privacy. 3. The author’s former BFF was not and never has been Paris Hilton.
Bio type stuff about Lin:
- used to be a television news anchor/reporter in her homeland, lol, (Canada)
- is an attorney
- is a life coach whose niche is parenting (at least it seems to be going in that direction)
- has four children
- has the most amazing husband whom she affectionately calls Thurston Howell the Fourth
- has a 10 pound guard dog named Chewy
Lin Eleoff is also The Worst Mother, as christened by her children. She embraces her given title with gusto and her ability to find and share the humor in daily life is absolutely vortexual!
Thanks for what I hope intend is the first of many highly entertaining guest posts, Lin!