Hi. My name is Ursula and I’m an extreme extrovert. My idea of hell is sitting in a room by myself all day. I’m also extrinsically motivation to the nth degree. If there isn’t an announcement from the stage, a shiny trophy and an Instagram post with a custom hashtag… it didn’t happen.
And I’m only slightly exaggerating.
My energy comes from face time with people and the exchanging of ideas. I hold firm to the belief that great things - PHENOMENAL things - happen when I open myself up to partnership, feedback and people with ideas and strengths different than my own.
Some call my extroversion and my need for external validation a character flaw. Hell, I called it a character flaw for the first… uhm… 46 years and 59 days of my life. Four days ago I decided to stop shaming myself for being who I am. Period. My best life is lived in the company of others who are willing to provide lots of feedback and validation.
Maybe a crown.
Last week was just one of those weeks where I spent far too much time alone - a natural by-product of being a solo contractor. By Wednesday I was depleted - engines were running on zero. I was anxious, scared and operating in scarcity mode. There was a bit of respite Friday morning when I spent an amazing two hours at Ponyride with Amy, the founder of Detroit SOUP, and a roomful of amazing people that had come together to brainstorm ways to support her and the SOUP project. But by Friday night I was back in the dark place. Everyone was competition, nothing was going right and jealously was rearing its ugly head. I felt like a failure… says the woman who just launched two businesses in a matter of 90 days.
I dropped everything and signed up for the Toast2U event coming up that Sunday. I needed to be around people - amazing women, in particular - and I needed to spend some time focused on what is right in the world.
My gentle snowflakes, it was sooooo good! We sat in a circle and one-by-one seventeen badass ladies shared with each other their greatest victories for the last month and their intention for the next. We yelled, “You go girl!” after each and took a sip of champagne (juice for me and the Tiny Tummy). My victory? In just four weeks I took the SheHive from idea to reality.
As we got up to leave a few women approached me to ask what the SheHive was.
“If I'm lucky - this,” I replied. “This. Every… Damn… Night.”