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Meet Me in the Akashic Field

I was a young child when I had my first experience with the Akashic field in the back seat of my Mom’s Chevy. How cliche! All mystical experiences start off in the back of a Chevy! Anyway, my mother was driving me to my grandparent’s farm past rows of swaying corn fields on rural northwest Ohio roads. I sat in the roomy backseat with my Raggedy Ann doll tucked firmly on my lap. I recall looking around at the cars and people passing by as we drove with Olivia Newton John belting out Hopelessly Devoted To You on the radio, which played softly in the background.

What’s all of this about? Who are these people and where are they all going? I thought to myself. Are we all in some sort of movie?

Then this knowing came over me. That’s the best way I can describe it. A strong knowing. I saw an image of divine being (what I imagined to be God) in long robes surrounded by light and other divine beings. This being spoke to me without words but I understood immediately. It’s as if God said, “Yes, my child. You’re all part of this cosmic play. Every person and every thing on earth has a purpose and role to play. It’s all recorded and when you come home, it all gets played back for you like a movie.”

I was maybe five years old. None of this should have made sense but it all made perfect sense. I understood we’re all part of a play of light and goodness. I experienced this expansive and interconnected field of light. I felt completely embraced by love and support from my other home. Some would call it an awakening experience. Some would call it an overactive imagination! šŸ™‚ I believe it was a remembering while I was still young enough to not be fully pinned down by the gravity of the earth plane. I believe I was connected to the Akashic field– the energetic membrane that connects us with life itself.

I pulled my floppy Raggedy Ann even closer. I also knew that I should keep this knowing to myself. This was the first of many encounters I had as a young child with Spirit. Since first officially being reintroduced to the Akashic Records in 2016, I now understand this was my first experience with this vast spiritual resource.

The Akashic WHAT? This sounds like some new-agey concept!

Akasha, in Sanskrit, refers to ether, the primordial substance from which all things are created. Instead of referring to Akasha as the fifth element, Sadguru calls it, THE ELEMENT. Mystics, sages and all ancient wisdom traditions have long held that there’s an interconnecting cosmic field that holds the energetic imprint of all information on the planet. In the Old and New Testament it’s referred to as the Mind of God or the Book of Life. The Akashic field is non-denominational and holds all the information about your soul’s journey. In the past we’ve imagined it to be like a library or the cloud, since it contains all of the information about your soul’s past, present, and future.

Philosopher and Scientist Ervin Laszlo, twice nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, confirms that this Akashic Field is real and maintains a constant and enduring memory of the universe, including the record of all that’s happened on Earth and in the cosmos and all that is yet to happen.

As I type this I’m aware that this may sound p r e t t y f a r o u t there. My calling is to make the spiritual practical and bring heaven to earth in a grounded way. Here’s why I’m sharing this:

  • Whether you know it or not, you’re connected and connecting with the Akashic field through your intuition
  • This vast spiritual resource is your birthright
  • The Akashic field is not only accessible to mystics, seers, and sleeping prophets like Edgar Cayce, it’s available to us all
  • There’s so much more than past life information in your Akashic Record. There’s healing, wisdom, guidance, insight, creativity, and all the things that support us on our very human concerns while on earth

Since being reintroduced to the Akashic field in 2016, I’ve spent hundreds of hours in the Records. I’ve always been drawn to the energetic practices and perspective available in the Akashic atmosphere. But in the past few years I find myself pivoting away from what’s been traditionally taught about accessing the Akashic Records and feel called to reimagine the way we connect with this etheric space.

I believe it’s time to reimagine the traditional ways of accessing and reading the Records. It’s time for a more empowered and accessible approach.

I’ll be leading a 3-hour online workshop called “Meet Me in the Akashic Field: Reimagining Your Soul’s Records” on Friday, October 18th from 12-3pm Pacific. More to come on this soon on EventBrite and via my newsletter! Sign up for my newsletter on this blog site.

In the meantime, I’d love to read your comments and questions about the Akashic field. Share them here on this blog or via email at Kimberly Blanchard Coaching @ gmail . com

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On Breaking Promises to Myself

“My ex is Italian so my boys spend the summers with him in Italy. It’s tough for me. The first day they’re gone I feel lost and depressedā€¦ šŸ˜ž

The second day I miss them so much I go into their closet and smell their clothes. šŸ„²

Then on the third day Iā€™m FINE!  šŸ˜

Noooo, Iā€™m not really fine. šŸ™

Iā€™m FANTASTIC!” šŸ˜ƒ

This joke has been told by yours truly on comedy stages a few times, but the truth is I’m not totally fine on day three or fantastic on day four. I miss those messy, loud, fun, exasperating, long-legged teenagers at home all summer long. As a single parent for 300 days of the year I feel completely upside down the two months they’re gone. It’s like a hurricane passed through my house and for two months I’m left standing with all of the pieces of my upturned couch pillows scattered around until it magically gets cleaned up on their return.

This summer I’ve distracted myself with trips away from home for two of the eight weeks.

But this week I’ve been home. You’d think the kids had taken my legs with them on the Swiss Air flight, leaving me here ambling on two stumps. I’ve got so much more time for myself and feel completely lost and unable to sort out what to do with that time. I closed down Santa Monica public library on a Tuesday night checking out a dozen books I’ll likely never read and even cleaned every nook of my car on in the darkness of an evening on my own.

It’s not just the laughter we share at dinner, missing of the Pantene conditioner smell of their hair when I hug them, or longing to hear their upbeat voices in the next room, while I miss all those things a lot. I’m also missing the commitment to something outside of myself. I miss showing up for someone and something that needs (constant) attention. I’ve still got my work, relationships, workouts, and feeding myself (a part time job). But there are significant gaps in time when I’d typically be caring for those two beings when I don’t have any commitment to anyone or anything at all.

Insert feelings of despair, emptiness, and loss. Bird launching is tough, even two months at a time. And holding down the nest once my eaglets are in flight is not easy for this mama eagle.

Summer time is an opportunity for me to turn my attention to my internal commitments. Ut oh. This is where it gets messy. The empty house gets pretty darn haunted when the silence is a reflection of all the promises I made to myself for this summer. The things I wanted to do for myself. The blogs and newsletters I wanted to write, the open mics I wanted to do to reconnect with my love for stand-up, the YouTube videos I longed to create, the Insight Timer meditations and courses I wanted to record. Oh, and that messy hall closet I wanted to clean out. I don’t have any excuse for not following through on those internal promises.

Some internal promises are easier to keep. I keep up my workout routine and journaling. But the deeper, more vulnerable fires seem harder to fan the flames of. No one is there to say, “HEY, THAT BLOG ISN’T GONNA WRITE ITSELF! LET’S GET GOING!” or “GREAT JOB ON MAKING PROGRESS ON SCRIPTING THAT MEDITATION NO ONE ASKED YOU TO MAKE! KEEP GOING!”

Apparently this parent needs to reparent herself. Showing up for others and checking boxes on external promises — especially to my kiddos — seem a lot easier than showing up for myself and the promises I’ve made to me.

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I posted a video on YouTube in April about my goal of creating 50 videos on YouTube in the next 4-6 months. Then I didn’t do post anything. NADA! I got distracted, made excuses, left town, checked out a lot of library books, and placed my attention on other things. I’ve been thinking about taking that video down in shame, but then a wise friend offered, “Why don’t you make your next video about ‘Why I didn’t follow through on making 50 videos?”

There’s still time to meet my goal (or take that thing down!). But the lesson asks what will it take for me to keep the promises I’ve made to myself?

Can you relate? Is it easier to show up for others even when you’re sick, tired, and depleted, but an Everest climb to follow through on your deeper yearnings and internal promises?

I forgive myself for not following through. There’s no use in curling up in a ball of embarrassment, apologizing for the blogs and newsletters I haven’t written, or deleting the YouTube video or my entire account.

What is helpful for me is to recommit to the promises I’ve made to myself and move forward. I’ve got five weeks left of summertime. There’s plenty o’ time to follow through on the dreams of my heart. I know my desires — even simple things like organizing the hall closet — are bread crumbs to lead me on my path.

What also helps me is to fast forward my brain to LAX airport when I embrace my eaglets on their return mid-August. I’m playing out two scenarios in my mind. One is the scenario when I coast through this summer missing them, doing all the basics to keep my life afloat, but not keeping my promises to myself. I’ve got a pit in my stomach just thinking about how disappointed I’ll feel in myself. I don’t love leaning into this scene of future regret and disappointment but this future possibility is like jet fuel to my self-promising engine.

The second scenario is me making this semi-public declaration and fully committing to my goals for myself, as if I’m overboard mid-Atlantic and the goals are my inflatable pants. Keeping my internal promises feels more brave, vulnerable, and a lot more fulfilling. This approach won’t only keep me afloat, it must just save my life.

I’m reigniting the flames of my internal promises. This blog is one promise, and I’m following through on that right now. I recorded and uploaded a new Insight Timer meditation yesterday. And I’m signed up for my first open mic in a year on Tuesday (wish me luck).

Mindset also helps. The truth is i donā€™t have to do any of these tasks. I GET to do all of these amazing things with the spaciousness and time Iā€™ve got on my hands this summer.

I’ve also engaged two friends in checking on me and my promises. A little support can go a long way in keeping me accountable.

Do you have a promise you’ve made to yourself you’re struggling to keep? No matter how small the goal is, and how little external validation you might get by following through on it, and all of the valid distractions that keep you from your internal promises, KEEP GOING!

Life seems long, but just like the eight weeks of summer it sure does go by quickly. You’ve got this my friend, and I think I do, too.

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Does Your Spirituality Belong at Work?

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“Thank you all!” I announced at the close of a 3-hour corporate training course on Teaming across Cultures on Zoom. The diverse group had been engaged over the span of three long virtual hours and readily shared their experiences of living and working across cultures. We spanned many national cultures and time zones — some joining in the wee hours of morning in Europe, some in Asia at 9am, a few in Africa at midnight, and several of us in late afternoon and evening in the Americas.

“I’d also like to thank God,” shared a Nigerian participant after my word of thanks. “Without God we wouldn’t be here and this training wouldn’t have been possible!”

Holy moly. Dropping the God bomb stunned me into awkward silence. You’d think they’d dropped the F bomb. “Ok, yes. Thank you for that,” I stuttered, wondering what the other participants from this Fortune 100 US-headquartered organization were thinking. After all this course is about working effectively across differences — cultures, styles, generations — and faiths? So it’s natural to thank God above from time to time?

As a Nigerian, religion is a core value and many Nigerians are either Christian or Muslim. GlobeSmartā„¢ļø, a tool I have worked with for years, also notes, “Many Nigerians do not distinguish between their spirituality and the rest of their lives.” God, naturally, is a part of our zoom classroom experience and deserves acknowledgement.

In my attempt to honor the participant’s divine appreciation, I did a take two and bid the group farewell with, “Thank you again, bless you all!”

Maybe my closing blessing was no big deal. But for me as a US American who has led cross-cultural training since the 1990’s it felt extremely unnatural. Just like the constitutional separation of church and state, I’ve drawn clear lines between my corporate training work and my spiritual life even though I feel connected to the spiritual in my corporate work. I believe helping people understand themselves and others breeds peace and that my training work is part of my soul’s mission. I believe the group of us were brought together for a reason and not just by chance. I believe that as a group we’re stronger and can co-create more than as individuals. But throwing out the blessing bomb at the end of the session? Lord have mercy!

In another recent corporate training focused on working effectively with India I assigned small groups a discussion and gave them a list of cultural values to work with from a wide range of values from around the globe. The cultural values below the surface typically have a big impact on behaviors in the business world. If a culture values equality there is generally an expectation that everyone contributes no matter their amount of tenure, their title, or the amount of gray hair on their head. A group came back and reported proudly, “India has a strong value of Spirituality/Religion and the USA also has a strong value of Spirituality/Religion.” Truth be told it’s very common to discuss the importance of spirituality and religious diversity in India with corporate clients, but it seldom comes up in the US work environment where the sacred-secular divide is strong. This discussion along with my Nigerian participant’s closing comment got me thinking. What if the lines between the sacred and the secular in the US are being redrawn?

According to 2023 Pew Research* about nine-in-ten U.S. adults believe in God or another higher power. Most Americans (83%) believe that people have a soul or spirit in addition to their physical body.

Harvard Business Review** notes that faith is left out of workplace DEI strategy for fear of legal repercussions. A very small percentage of Fortune 100 companies include religion or interfaith engagement in their approach to diversity. It certainly was not a part of my Teaming across Cultures content.

The Diversity Wheel by Gardenswartz and Rowe, often leveraged by yours truly in DEI sessions related to culture, places religion as a diversity factor in one of its four layers. I’ve personally experienced the benefits of acknowledging and appreciating religious diversity at work especially while living in the Middle East. Knowing, understanding, and appreciating Islamic values and practices helped create a sense of belonging in Jordan and while traveling throughout the Arab World. Although I was raised in a Christian family and was baptized and later married in the church, I do not consider myself religious. Muslims refer to Christians and Jews as People of the Book, a term that implies acknowledgement and recognition of religious diversity. Surprisingly to me, my Jordanian friends and colleagues were always the first to wish me a “Merry Christmas!” and “Happy Easter!” I played along with this game even if I didn’t attend church to celebrate those holidays.

This is where I struggle. There is a large population of humans, like me, who consider themselves to be spiritual but not religious (SBNR)*. 22% of Americans are categorized as SBNR because they say they think of themselves as spiritual or they consider spirituality very important in their lives, but they neither think of themselves as religious nor say religion is very important in their lives. The younger generations are even more SBNR than older generations. Religion feels legitimized as a diversity variable, but spirituality without religion not so much. Even the term “Bring your woo to work!” can make eyes roll.

I recognize that religion and spirituality intersect for many. Of the 9 in 10 US adults who believe in God or a higher power, 54% who say they believe in ā€œGod as described in the Bibleā€ and 34% who say they donā€™t believe in the biblical depiction of God but do believe there is ā€œsome other higher power or spiritual force in the universe.ā€ Even 22% of U.S. adults who describe themselves as atheists say they believe there is some ā€œhigher power or spiritual forceā€ in the universe.

The Dalai Lama speaks of two kinds of spirituality: “One spiritual with faith such as Christianity, Muslim, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism and so on. And other spiritualities without particular religious faith simply retain or preserve or increase these basic human good qualities such as human compassion.”

Perhaps I’m not alone in feeling like there’s an opportunity to include more and more of the Dalai Lama’s second kind of spirituality which isn’t connected to a particular religious faith at work. There’s an opportunity to bring spirituality into the (home) office door. I believe there’s an expanding group of people who yearn to integrate their spirituality and spiritual practices at work in an authentic and meaningful way. Well-known thought leaders in business like Simon Sinek and his golden circle as well as Brene Brown’s work on vulnerability, already bring spiritual concepts to work in a language that corporate America can digest. Even so I’m guessing there are doctors, lawyers, and workers of all types who feel spiritual practices can’t be practiced at work and in the era of inclusion spirituality doesn’t quite belong in the modern workplace.

Personally, I feel a chasm in my two work worlds. I have two websites: this blog site which fully displays my spiritual self, while the other houses my corporate training and coaching self. I’m still me, and spirituality lives within all I do at work, but I don’t feel comfortable including it in all that I do. My corporate work has a clear sacred-secular divide. But does it need to? I’m not saying I need to fly my woo flag or thank a higher power on every zoom call, but maybe there’s a way to express and integrate the belief that we’re all spiritual beings having a human experience in an authentic and meaningful way. Maybe there are authentic ways for me to express and bring more magic into the otherwise mundane tasks of emails, virtual training, project work, and even three-hour zoom calls.

In today’s era of Inclusion, spirituality deserves inclusion, too. Many organizations, teams, leaders, and individuals focus on inclusion of the whole self, psychological safety, care, work-life balance, mental health awareness, as well as physical wellness and safety at work.Ā Organizations like Accenture, Intuit, and SalesForce, even have interfaith ERG’s to support religious diversity and wellness at work. But what about spiritual wellness? What are the challenges and opportunities of bringing more soulfulness into our work lives in a meaningful, authentic, and personal way no matter what kind of job we do? Especially if the job isn’t exactly spiritual in nature.

I don’t have all the answers here, but find myself wanting to ask and explore these questions. If you’d like to delve into this topic along with me, I’m offering a free 90 minute workshop on Bring Your Spirituality to Work on Friday, September 20. Register on EventBrite at:

https://linktw.in/LMRNzI

Now that I’ve taken a beat post-awkward corporate training dismount, I’ll end with one that feels right this time around.

The spirit in me honors and appreciates the spirit in you. Thank you for reading. Be well and many blessings to you, my friend.

*https://www.pewresearch.org/religion/2023/12/07/spiritual-beliefs/

** https://hbr.org/2023/06/where-religious-identity-fits-into-your-dei-strategy

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On Turning 51 and Planting Both Feet Firmly in the 2nd Half

Usher wows the crowds, spins around the stage on roller skates, and gives a shout out to his Mama. Meanwhile, the teams are in the locker room. Half the Super Bowl is over. They’re warmed up. They know their strengths, their opponents, and their focus is on the second half of the game.

When interviewed about his half time show performance Usher said it was, “One performance 30 years in the making.” For the players going back into the last 30 minutes of play time it was their chance to showcase their decades of practice, play, and dedication.

I turn 51 today. I realize I may have passed “half time” a few yards back. 50 still feels like halfway. At 51 my feet feel firmly planted in the second half of my life.

As a kid I always loved my birthday. June 7th marked dance recitals and end of school celebrations. It kicked off summer days roaming the acres of my grandparent’s farm.

Now I have a head of gray hair and wrinkles in spots they don’t make cream for, but I still love my birthday and making wishes for the year ahead. I’ve got 51 years of finding out who I am behind me. Now it’s time to become more of that person (for better or worse!).

Here are my wishes for the rest of the game:

Less more

More of less.

Less messages

More conversations.

Less like

More love.

Less italics

More bold.

Less 405

More PCH.

Less mind

More body and heart.

Less getting through

More being present with.

Less cold car seats

I’m as annoyed as you are about this next one…Ā 

More cold plunges. šŸ„¶

Less tears

More goosebumps.

Less how do I look

More how do I feel.

Less rightness or wrongness

More resonance.

Less reboot

More unplug.

Less exploring far and wide

More expansion.

Less jealousy

More admiration.

Less watching the clock

More experiencing time.

Less knowledge

More wisdom.

Less tryingĀ 

More effort.

Less how are they doing it?

More what’s my way?

Less Page

More Queen. šŸ‘‘

Less routines

More rituals.Ā 

Less plain

More everything.Ā šŸ„Æ

Less overthinking.Ā Period.Ā 

More pinball!

Less runs

More hikes, swims, and yoga.

Less going out

More coming home.Ā 

Less making

More creating.

Less ballet slippers

More tap shoes.

šŸ’Ÿ

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When the dentist says go to your happy place where do you go?

“Breathe,” the dentist said encouragingly as we waited for my tooth to numb, “and go to your happy place.”

My happy place was anyplace but this chair. The dentist was replacing a filling on a tooth that a previous dentist wasn’t able to numb before he drilled three decades ago. The previous dentist declared, “You must have a windy nerve on this tooth!” Now I felt like full body nerve ending, gripping the sides of the chair, waiting to see if this time I’d only hear the sound of the drill against my upper tooth or I’d feel every scratchy movement of the drill like before.

My happy place? My mind starting searching for the place to go. A beach in Thailand? I’ve been to Thailand but never a beach there. They look nice in movies though. I scanned my mind for more beaches… Florida beaches I grew up on, the Red Sea, the Dead Sea, the Mediterranean, the Hamptons, or even one mile away from home in Santa Monica? All the beaches I do know and love didn’t feel quite right. “I can’t even find my happy place,” I thought to myself, clawing permanent indentations in the soft pink arms of the fully reclined chair. “I’m 50-years old! Shouldn’t I have a happy place by now?! My kids handle dental work with more ease!” I thought.

Then popped the image of my two teenage children in my mind’s eye. There they were, beaming at the absurdity of how nervous I was about this routine dental procedure and reassuring me that all was well. Next the face of my beloved appeared, also smiling brightly and encouragingly with his usual, “YOU’RE DOING GREAT!”

That was it! My happy place wasn’t a PLACE. My happy place was these three faces looking back at me.

I breathed. The dentist found the nerve and my tooth (and entire right side of my face) was fully numb. Plus, I’d found my happy place.

Instead of searching for some happy place, I’d found what worked for me and stayed right there. This has been the gift of trusting myself and my intuition. It’s been a journey, and I’m still walking this windy road. I’m learning and relearning what feels right in my body and what feels off. I now know what feels like a yes and what a no or neutral feels like, too. I don’t have to flip a coin to figure out my next step. I go inward and trust that the next step is inside of me, although it often doesn’t make sense in the moment. In today’s world where it seems everyone’s favorite interview question is, “What’s your morning routine?” it’s very tempting to use other people’s blueprints for success. I learn over and over that my way and my blueprint is inside of me.

I’m here to remind you that truth lives inside of you. Your truth is one breath away. Your blueprint for success, fulfillment, and where/who/what is your happy place is uniquely yours.

What’s come up for me a lot over the past few weeks is how life offers us scripts, just like actors get when they audition for a role. Scripts are what’s handed to us — for better or for worse. Scripts are the rules, the cultural programming, the identities we are given and take on, and even the stories we tell about ourselves and the world. My script tells me that there’s a right way to do things and a wrong way to do things, and that I’m limited by time and space and my past. It tells me what I “should” search and find that happy place in my mind.

When my beloved, a talented improviser and actor, rehearses for an audition, one of the things I admire is how he’ll veer off-script slightly. He gives the character and the lines new dimensions and layers with small adjustments. Going off script in life means turning some of the things we think about ourselves and the world upside down. For me going off script means there isn’t always a right and wrong way, instead there’s what feels most true and alive. Off-script means done is perfect, even if it’s not perfectly done and doing my best is good enough in a world full of striving and competition. Going off-script means when the dentist tells me to go to my happy place, I go to a feeling of love and connection and see three beautiful faces… instead of a white sandy beach.

If you’d like to strengthen your connection to your inner knowing, I’ve got some fun offerings coming up! Ambition to Action, my signature group coaching program starts May 17 and The Intuition Club reignites on May 16 and happens twice a month for the rest of 2024.

In case you could also use a reminder: There’s no need to look outside of yourself for answers. In a world chock full of knowledge and information, inside you lies oodles of experience and wisdom. The script can be helpful, but tossing it in the bin and doing it your way can be magical. Your happy place? Only you know where/who/what that is. šŸ’œ

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Start Scrolling Project

You read that correctly! START scrolling.

Scroll through Instagram, FaceBook, LinkedIn, your text messages, even old photos on your camera roll.

Then STOP! Find someone you haven’t connected with in a while. Send them a “hello!” Share a memory you have of them, thank them for something, acknowledge one of their amazing characteristics, or just say “Hey! I’m thinking of you!” After all, these social media apps were initially intended to keep us connected, right?

Anyone else out there scrolling? I scroll like a woman possessed but only when I’m bored, procrastinating, hungry, tired, waiting to wake up, waiting to fall asleep, waiting for my children, as well as a few other moments throughout the day. This week in my Ambition to Action course we’re looking at our daily routines, noting our energizers (peaks and gains) as well as our ener-geisers (leaks and drains). My biggest energy leak, or ener-geiser, is scrolling social media.

I don’t feel good about scrolling, even if for five minutes. It feels like an energy leak and drain. I could spend those five minutes on energizers like reaching out to a friend, taking some deep breaths, stretching, or even walking outside. I took FaceBook off my phone to help stop the madness. Yet scrolling persists.

On a walk with one of my few local friends I mentioned how although I’m busy, have a full life, and have an abundance of love in my life with my partner and kids, I don’t have the friends, community, and thriving social connection I used to enjoy in Amman and NYC. “I love it here, but my WFH-A “Working From Home Alone” life in Santa Monica feels lonely at times,” I admitted.

“Why don’t you pop over?” she asked. “I’m at home a lot on my own, too.” This particular friend lives right around the corner and if I crawled to her place I could still bumble my way over in less than three minutes. But that would never cross my mind! Much easier to seek pseudo-connection through a scroll on IG.

That’s why one of my ambitions for this year is connection; I want to reconnect with friends and family I haven’t been in touch with in a long time and create new connections nearby. I have 1.5k friends on FaceBook and 994 connections on LinkedIn, who are all actual people! They’re real friends, family members, colleagues, clients, and acquaintances I’ve met at some point, but I don’t really know how they are and am mostly out of touch with all of them. I may be thinking about YOU or grateful for YOU in particular, and you likely wouldn’t have a clue.

I decided to take my scrolling ener-geiser habit and make it an energizer. Each day this week I’ve scrolled to find someone I haven’t said hello to in a long time. What’s cool is that apart from my project three people I haven’t spoken with or seen in ages have reached out TO ME to check in and say hello TO ME (without knowing about my lil’ project)! One friend who’d last sent me a WhatsApp message in 2019 that I STILL HADN’T REPLIED TOšŸ¤¦ā€ā™€ļø apparently forgave my radio silence. Maybe these 3 kind souls had tuned into my intention of reconnecting?! There’s a wave of reconnection happening and I’m surfing it!

If you’re a person I haven’t been in touch with for a while, please reach out. I’d love to know how you really are beyond the posts. What are you celebrating? What are you struggling with? How are you, really?

If I reach out to you and thank you for a memory or say that I’m thinking of you and asking how you are, it’s not because I’ve lost my mind or want to sell a property in the Bahamas that I don’t actually own. It’s because I’m on a scroll.

One of the participants in my Ambition to Action course sets up 15 minute calls to reconnect with old friends. It takes a little investment to make it happen, she says, but it pays off in connection.

Are you a scroller, too? Then start scrolling, stop, and reconnect with someone from your past. I’d love to hear how it goes (comments are open!).

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If you aren’t actively pursuing your own ambitions and goals, you’re helping someone else pursue theirs

There’s nothing wrong with supporting others. But when is it too much? How do you know when it’s TIME to pursue your own ambitions?

Supporting others is one of the most fulfilling things we can do! As a mom of two teens, I’ve got half a dozen part time jobs directly supporting our family of three, including my very own (but barely operational) fluff & fold laundry service, driver service, short order dining and catering service, and an expanding teen counseling practice.

I feel good about supporting my kids, as well as my partner, family, and friends. But when the scale is tipped too far on the supporting of others and not enough weight is devoted to nourishing my own dreams and ambitions things start to unravel.

I can divide up a typical day into parts:

my energy pie

I certainly think about my ambitions and goals each day. I dream of doing my own creative solopreneur venture full time every day. I aspire to doing more stand up comedy here in LA. But no one is gonna to write this blog, market my work, write my jokes and wheel me onto the stage, or fan the flames of my ambitions for me.

If you’ve read this far, I bet you also have some ambitions that have been on the back burner simmering away but not forgotten. I’m guessing you’re also a devoted family member and friend, and don’t hesitate to support the dreams of others. Only you know when the scale has tipped too far and you’re not filling the cup of your own dreams and ambitions.

Here’s how to assess where your energy is going and get clarity on what you’re ready to focus on:

  • Map out the pie chart of your day or your week.
  • Notice: Where does your energy go?
  • Highlight the areas that nourish you, your body, mind, and spirit.
  • Underline the areas that are energy draining.
  • Circle the ones that directly fan the flames of your dreams.
  • Put stars by the areas that directly support others.
  • Draw lines between the ambitions that are directly connected.

What’s reflected back to you in your energy map? What’s missing?

Not sure where to start? Imagine in 12-18 months you took your last breath. Which ambition(s) would you want to be sure to bring to life before that last exhale? Morbid, I know, but it’ll lead you to your truth.

šŸ’” Your ambition could be something you’d like to be, feel, or embody. We’re human beings after all, in a doing world. As an example, I want to feel healthy, strong, and agile in my body 50-year old body. I want to embody playfulness and peacefulness.

šŸ’”Your ambition could also be something you’d like to do, create, or experience. I want to write more consistently, move into a more spacious space, and turn my solopreneur passion project into a full time gig.

There’s a virtuous cycle between what you’d like to embody and create. Find the connection between the two.

Maybe you also can’t and don’t wish to jump ship on your life and dive head first into writing that first book, starting that podcast, moving to that new place, or finding that amazing partner/community/job. But your dreams deserve 15 minutes a day of focus. Break down one ambition into small steps and take one baby step today. If your dream is to write your first book, you can dedicate 15 minutes to journaling, reading about book writing, brainstorming what you’d like to write about and why, or even opening a word doc and staring blankly at it until your fingers start to type. You might even sleep better tonight.

Beginning on Friday, May 10th I’ll be launching another cohort of my 6-week workshop series called “Ambition to Action” to support a group in actively pursuing and bringing to fruition their ambitions. If you’d like to get on the fun and put your name on the pre-registration list, email me at KimberlyBlanchardCoaching@ gmail. com or sign up for my newsletter list. More details to come soon!

Your ambitions are seeds planted in you for a reason, and pursuing them is a divine act. Try taking a focused 15 minutes of one small step toward your goal in the next 24 hours and let me know how it goes in the comments. You’ve got this, my friend. šŸ™Œ

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The most important thing to remember at the close of 2023

“Remember to put the face mask on yourself before putting it on your infant,” said a flight attendant to the young father in the row behind us. My favorite guy and I were traveling back from our holiday adventures in Wisconsin and had the good fortune to be seated in front of a well behaved baby.

“Got it,” replied the young dad politely on hearing this reminder now for the third time.

Putting on your own oxygen mask before putting it on someone depending on you seems right, even if in the moment it goes against parental instincts. We know deep down it’s true, but we need reminding at times. Maybe not three times at takeoff, but every once in a while. Parenting a 15 and 13-year old, I still need this reminder, and it has nothing to do with actual face masks.

As 2023 comes to a close I see my email inbox and feeds filling up with reminders. What did you learn in 2023? What are you taking into the New Year? What challenges did you overcome? What did you accomplish? These are well and good. I spent this morning back in California jet lagged and hyped on coffee reflecting on my year in review. I looked through my camera roll, journal entries, and my calendar month by month. For each month I wrote down my highlights and lowlights. The good, yummy stuff — like the people I met (including my wonderful boyfriend), the places I traveled to, the work I got to do, and the fun I had back in NYC performing comedy again and turning the Big 5-0! There were plenty of lowlights, too — the times I got reactive, lost my patience with my kids, lost nights of sleep worrying, didn’t take care of my physical health as well as I needed too, and more. You could say that I learned things in 2023 from the highs and lows and in betweens.

But here’s the thing. You can’t learn what you already know.

I know that I need to put on my face mask before assisting others. I know that I can’t control what my children do, don’t do, or how often they want to get their haircut (Goddess knows I try!). I know that loving kindness is way more powerful than fear, negativity, and hate. I know that living in comparison to others only brings me pain. I know that I can trust in the great spirit of the Universe, and in myself as I’m a part of it, even when times are difficult and I don’t understand or like what’s happening in my life or the world around me. I know that the only way through hard times is through them.

So, if I know all these things already I can’t learn them. I can only remember them. This year I’m choosing to look back and remember.

I remember that progress is better than perfection.

I remember that I can’t offer others what I don’t provide to myself (insert love, compassion, forgiveness).

I remember that I’m a spiritual being in a temporary meat suit having a human experience.

I remember that the best way to teach my children that they belong in this world and are worthy of acceptance and love is through my example.

I remember that anxiety and worry are negative prayer.

I remember that the energy I put out in the world — good, bad, or neutral — comes back to me.

I remember if I’m making everyone else happy I’m likely feelin’ miserable.

I remember that every moment is sacred, especially the most ordinary ones.

I remember that humor and play heals, even when life seems downright serious.


What are you remembering as the calendar turns toward 2024?

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Your Ambitions are No Joke

Cut to springtime in Amman, Jordan 2017. Weā€™re moving in July. But where?Ā The school year was soon ending, the kids then seven and nine years old, and the summer was on our heels. Recently divorced, the lease on my apartment was coming to an end as were our Jordanian visas. Iā€™d scheduled our going-away parties and a moving sale. We were headed somewhere on a one-way ticket. But where?

Plan A was to move to Washington D.C., where I’d accepted a state department job. My security clearance was in process and my job now frozen under the new adminstration. Over the past six months I watched Plan A go from blazing fire to smoke and ashes. As the flames waned I just kept heaping on more logs, certain that having a plan B distracted me from my plan A. I thought my sheer focus and attention on Washington would help bring it to life despite the state department hiring freeze. I was sure that considering alternate plans might confuse the very busy Universe. But moving to D.C. without this job didn’t feel right.

Over a plate of tabbouleh, my friend Lily asked, ā€œWherever you land this summer, do you know youā€™ll land on your feet?ā€Ā 

ā€œYES!ā€ IĀ Ā answered definitively. “I’ll land on my feet… even if I fracture a leg in the process.”

That same evening I opened up my bedside journal. Earlier in the year I wrote an entry creatively titled, ā€œMy Dreams.”Ā 

The kiddos looking out over Petra, Jordan May 2017

The entry was like a shopping list made up of the secret ingredients for a meal I was hoping to cook up. The first ingredient on the list wasĀ Write. I’d written a blog the summer before about our quest to travel on kindness and wanted to write a book about our journey and keep blogging. I had a list of people I dreamed to meet, so I addedĀ Oprah, Ellen, and LizĀ into the soup like bits of saffron for good flavor, and as if we were already on a first name basis. I putĀ Travelon the list. I hadĀ RelationshipsĀ and added a descriptor,Ā New modern loveĀ (hoping to uncover what that meant and which aisle Iā€™d find it on once I was at the store).Ā Soul CoachingĀ was on the list, even if I didnā€™t know what it meant either; I liked the way it sounded. I putĀ WomenĀ on this list with an underline, wanting to focus my lifeā€™s work to the benefit of women especially. And I wroteĀ New York ā€“big and bold with a long dash next to it.

New York–Ā Ā meant New York City. It was the place that had intrigued me since my first visit after college.

New York —Ā meant a dream coming true. Each day I stared at an imaginary picture of myself in Washington D.C., the with the kids, the new office, and the neighborhood in Arlington, Virginia where we’d live and I wondered if it was the most supportive place for us to be. Politics very much not aside in 2017, was D.C. where we wanted to be now at this point in history? I froze up too.Ā 

The rest of the story is in the book I’ve been working on since that summer! But I share this here because in the depths of my uncertainty about where to leap to with my two young kiddos, mapping out where to go that summer was not about a rational list of pros and cons. It was not about following the dreams of where other people wanted us to move to. It was about following the direction set by the ambitions of my heart. After looking at that list in my journal, I started to consider New York.

Looking back I can’t imagine our lives without our three years in New York. It wasn’t easy to sell and give away all of our belongings to land in the Big Apple with two suitcases each. But it was right. For us. New York was a launchpad for all of those other dreams — writing, soul coaching, leading circles and workshops for women, and my first tastes of modern love. We may not be on a first name basis, but I even met Liz Gilbert at a meditation event and she wrote me a love note, “I’m in silence today! But I love you!”

What are the dreams of your heart? What are the ambitions you’ve tucked in the middle of some journal, tacked onto a vision board, uttered to a close friend, or lie in the depths of your own heart?

Your ambitions are no joke. They give you direction in life. When you set out on a trip you plug the destination into an app. It’s not about which roads you take as much as moving in the right direction. Same goes for your ambitions.

Want to move to another country, travel and work all over the globe but don’t have a passport or job that’ll take you? Want to run a marathon although you’ve only run a couple of miles? Want to write a book but you’re only scratching out emails now? Want to start a solopreneur business based on your passion even though you’ve done something “normal” most of your life? Want to perform comedy on stage in NYC although you’ve got serious stage fright and only your kids laugh at your jokes?

These are all dreams that lived in my heart until I fanned their flames and decided they were all roads worth taking.

Write down at least five big or small DREAMS and AMBITIONS. Writing them down gets your subconscious brain working on them even if they seem far reaching and unattainable. This is not goal setting time. This is not the time to say, “These dreams are impossible to achieve because of x, y, and z.” This is allowing yourself to dream and dream big of the future you most deeply desire.

As the year winds down, it’s the perfect time to dream.

Beginning January 26th I’ll be coaching a group of people in a six-week series called Ambition to Action. I’ve helped successful organizations like Lego and the LVMH companies, teams, executives, leaders, and myself move ambitions to actions, and I’m so excited about offering this to you. Let’s turn your vision board into an action board!

More info on the Ambition to Action series at: http://www.newyorkminutes.org/ambition-to-action/

Dream as if your life depends on it. It’s free and it’ll help you make 2024 the most fulfilling year ever.

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The greatest gift you can give people is your story

On October 22, 2022 I grabbed my phone at 3 a.m. to check the time. “Wedding,” popped up as a calendar entry. There was no wedding planned on this day, but it was a reminder that earlier in the year I’d picked out potential dates based on the roundness of numbers. Wedding on 10/22/2022. Mark was a numbers guy, and after two years together I believed we’d make it official on a Saturday in 2022.

Another calendar entry notified me of today’s “Mount Sac Cross Country Race.” Close your eyes. You’ve still got time to sleep before you need to make Sam french toast and get him to his race. Mark will be here at 5:45 and you’ve got a big day ahead. 

I never got back to sleep and Mark never woke up. His heart stopped at some point during the wee hours of that morning even though I wouldn’t discover he’d died until a few hours later. On first glance this story seems to be about the heartbreaking loss of my groom on my imagined wedding day.

Beyond the wedding notification and the unanswered texts and calls of 10/22/22, there’s more to the story. Mark left his beloved calculator with Sam that week for the PSAT test, which also added up. He also left our two toothbrushes next to his sink standing bristle to bristle, the way he preferred to leave them as a sign of love. There was the soulful conversation Mark and I had the day before, sitting next to the pool where we’d met. Mark passed Friday night when our family — his daughters and son-in-law plus me and the boys — were are due to be ceremoniously carving Halloween pumpkins together on Saturday afternoon. And Mark left us on 10/22 without me sleeping next to him, which wouldn’t have been the case on 10/23. This is also a story of hope, connection, and grace.

There are more stories within the stories and more layers to these layers. There are stories that are easier to tell while others remain untold. One year later, some parts of the story begin to fade. Other parts, like the hallow echo and pale color of the sky that October morning, will never leave me. There are my stories, as well as Mark’s stories, plus the stories of my kids, his kids and his family, and all of the people who know us. All of our stories distinct and webbed together.

I’ve been working on this piece of writing for a few weeks, unsure of what to share at the one year anniversary of Mark’s passing, or even what I’m trying to say with the sharing. I simply wish to share some of the story, without needing to make it mean something or having it all come together in a nice, neat way because the story is more nuanced and complex than what words can express.

There’s a post floating around social media calling for, “No more false binaries.” Indeed constructive conversation about all meaningful things in life expand us beyond a binary. The stories of October 22, 2022 certainly do for me.

Comedian and writer Judd Apatow said, “The greatest gift you can give people is your story.” Each of our lives shares a story, whether told or untold. Each day we live is an essay tucked into the greater multi-volume memoir. Through story we connect to ourselves and to each other. Through story we allow ourselves to be seen, or remain unseen.

Today many cultures celebrate The Day of the Dead, and it feels like the right day to share the story of these moments early in the day of Mark’s passing.

My prayer is that today and everyday I make space for story. For my story, and your story, and all of our stories. For those who live, and those who died. My heart is heavy for humanity and for the wars we wage on ourselves and each other. The story of our lives is the story our children and their children inherit.

If you’d like to share a story with me or a prayer that lives in your heart, I’m here for it. I’d be honored if you’d write to me or leave a comment here. Your story is my story and I’m here for it. Thank you for witnessing mine.