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I like small words that pack a big punch. I also love words that are a little silly. Maybe that's why I like the word mighty.

Mighty sounds weak and tiny but actually means big and strong. It's the opposite of onomatopeia.


mighty adj \ˈmī-tē\ 

might·i·er | might·i·est

1 : possessing might : powerful

2 : accomplished or characterized by might <a mighty thrust>

3 : great or imposing in size or extent : extraordinary

From MerriamWebster.com


As you all know, I attended this year's Mighty Summit. I think you already know that I enjoyed myself. But I promised to tell you all about it. And here I am, a couple of weeks later and I have yet to make good on my word.

Part of the problem is that everyone who was there has a website, and they've all done a fantastic job of telling you about the weekend. (Maggie has a roundup of all the posts here, by the way.) I was going to tell you about how I ended up going in the first place (simple -- I applied) but so many of my fellow applicants did a much better job than I would have done explaining why.

And yet, I keep thinking about that weekend. How did it manage to leave me feeling so, well ... mighty, even after getting home and dealing headfirst with the suddenly messy and frankly, painful, reality of my life right now?

All I can come up with is that it was a retreat. A chance for me to get away and really listen. Just listen. And not just listen.

I listened, of course, to friends who I'd just met. They taught me many things -- about creativity, and assertiveness, and working hard, and the humble beginnings of their many succesful ventures, and how the secret to getting things done is to just do them.

Despite all the things we did and crammed into the weekend, I mostly enjoyed sitting there and soaking up the conversations going on around me. That alone made the trip worthwile.

But I was surprised at how great it was to have a chance to to listen to someone else: Myself.

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I hardly ever stop and listen to myself. It's not like I mean to ignore myself, but it just ends up happening.

(It's so easy to get caught up in everyday noise, isn't it? To ignore what you want and need to do with your life when so many things need to get done rightthisveryminute. I spend my life putting out little fires. I'm sure I'm not the only one. At least, I hope not.)

I realized that I haven't done enought celebrating of what I've accomplished so far. I realized that in certain instances I haven't been stretching myself as far I could. Instead, I set tiny little goals that I know I can achieve. We all know why this is. (Fear!) And now that I see it in writing I see how silly that is. I also realized that it's OK to want to do little things (I really want to learn how to sew!) I realized that sometimes I was reaching for things that aren't actually leading me to where I want to go.

That's a lot of realizing.

In any case, I just wanted to let you all know about this not to talk once again about my great weekend -- as great as it was, it can never be replicated. The organizers are working on what comes next for the Mighty Summit -- and I'm sure the next one (ones?) will be amazing as well.

But...the thing is that you don't have to go to Sonoma, or meet rockstar people to start listening to yourself.

You know this. I know this. But sometimes the obvious needs to be said.

Make time for yourself, and instead of filling up with things you've read or watched take the time to let things out. Write them down. Don't censor yourself. Revisit them a few days later.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

We spend the bulk of our time consuming ideas and wants and shoulds. We spend less time letting our own ideas and wants and shoulds out into the world. It's relatively easy to do once you carve time out for it. It's so worth it.

 Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.     

Henry David Thoureau

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