Top three current categories of my life I dislike:

1. Self-promotion
2. Self-promotion
3. Talking about self-promotion

I really don’t like being the center of attention, something that confuses people who know me as a speaker and presenter. But that feels different.

In a seminar, I have a message to deliver and the focus is on the learners. Are they understanding? Am I clearly answering questions? How can I share the material to provide my audience the best opportunity for their growth? I do know that being at the front of the room means I’m the center of attention, but to me the focus is the material and my audience.

Maybe it’s because self-promotion feels more like intentionally drawing attention to myself, and in this case, to the book I’ve written. It’s uncomfortable.

So I’ve been talking to the Lord about this dilemma.

Last week I spent two days in a leadership conference and one of the speakers reminded me of the definition of humility. It’s agreeing with God about the truth/realities of who I am. It’s not about assuming a lowly worm position or discounting gifting. It’s also not about exaggerating or taking credit not mine.

In light of that, I’ve been reassessing my need to market Changing Course, and more importantly, my attitude toward the task.

I know that I have not written a New York Times bestseller. However, I believe that God has gifted me with the ability to tell stories – both verbally and in writing – and in the book I have captured a host of experiences with clients going through transitions. The stories show my vulnerability and growth as an instructor alongside my clients’ antics and insights.  I do believe it can be a help to people of all ages in change or transition.

Perhaps more importantly, the book kept me sane during those pain-filled, pre-surgery days when God showed me how writing could bring closure to an era of my life and, little did I know, prepare me for a future beyond my imagination. Changing Course was His idea.

I will do my part to promote, market and advertise, however uncomfortable I am with the role. And since this is really about His plan, I will do my best to leave the outcome up to Him.

So if you know anyone in transition...

With love and gratitude,
Shelaine

Sometimes life requires more living and less writing. This week qualifies.

Enter Grayson Rowan Strom, son of our son, Clark, and Courtenay Horn. He arrived safely on Sunday morning, three minutes after midnight, weighed 7 pounds 11 ounces and measured 52 cm long.

And now I am a grandma.

I must say, I am loving and embracing my new title fully. How can I not when his tiny head snuggles under my chin and smells like baby? (That scent is deeply associated for many if the number of women on Facebook encouraging me to “sniff his head” for them is any indication!)

I thank God for this precious gift. I’m sure you’ll hear more about him along the way.
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With love and gratitude,
Shelaine