Elizabeth Potts Weinstein » Mindset

Review: Question The Rules (verdict: awesometastic.)

Elizabeth Potts Weinstein — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 01:35:15 +0000

I rarely recommend programs anymore, mostly because I’m not interested in magic pills or promises of fairies raining money at me from the sky, and I’m not going to recommend that crap to you.

But the Question the Rules program from Johnny B. Truant and Lee Stranahan is different.

I’m listening to this program myself. And I’ve actually learned stuff. Stuff I’ve already applied in my business today.

I recommend that anyone who resonates with my “live your truth” message consider Question the Rules … and decide if it resonates with you.

(btw, I personally know Johnny. And his mother. I just met Lee but I’m finding him to be pretty awesometastic.)

I did a screen-capture video review of the program (see below), including a sneak peek of what’s actually inside. Check it out.

I’m sharing my recommendations of who should consider the program, what’s missing, and ideas of how to decide if it’s a great match for you.

(summary: if you’re scared, weird, and/or need to network, check this out.)

*And, btw, the price on this goes up on Saturday night (May 1st). So, you know, get on that.*

(if you can’t see the video, watch it on youtube here)

The above link is an affiliate link — because you could pay them, or you could pay both me and them. If you don’t like that, just do a google search for what I’m talking about. I would *never* recommend something unless I have used it myself or have a relationship with the creator such that I am confident that the service/product is awesome. If you don’t like something that I have recommended, please let me know.

I don’t have time to be sick.

Elizabeth Potts Weinstein — Sun, 27 Aug 2006 10:53:41 +0000

Yesterday, I woke up with a migraine. I admit that now.

But yesterday I was in denial. Oh, it’s just a headache, perhaps I needed more sleep (but I had 6 1/2 hours), or drink more water, or my blood sugar was low. I will just drink some water, take two Excedrin, and plow through. I still will research blog promotion, go out to lunch with my familiy, clean up the backyard, play with Gracie, talk to my husband about his work, pick up the dry cleaning, help my husband pick out paint colors for his office, and design my new marketing plan.

But then reality caught up with me. After taking the family to Outback Steakhouse, and eating a steak with Gracie is climbing all over me while trying to keep Gracie from throwing a plate of mac and cheese across the room or her grabbing a serrated knife and waiving it around, I came home and realized that My Head Hurt.

By then, another dose of Excedrin and a cooling patch to the forehead were too late — I had a migraine. Which means, that I will Have a Migraine for 2-4 days.

I don’t have time for this! I have Work to Do, Baby to Care, Husband to Talk, House to Tidy, Blog to Write, Business to Run.

Perhaps that’s it. Perhaps the reason I have migraines is my body’s mechanism to force me to Slow Down. Because, I definitely must slow down when I have a migraine. Obvously not too much though, because I am still typing a blog entry as we speak – but that may just be because I have a fairly high tolerance for pain.

When I decided for forego pain medication for the birth of my daughter, one of my reasons was because of my tolerance of my migraines (typically 4-6 days per month, 2 days with pain enough to disable). I would rather go through those 5 hours of labor each month than have 6 days of migraines. First, at the end of labor you get a baby (not that I want a baby each month, but you get the idea). Migraines have No Reason. Second, labor has a beginning and an end. Five hours is really not that long to deal with discomfort. Four days of a migraine is a long time. Not only do I Not Have Time for it, it really sucks!

According to the World Health Organization, migraines are a disabling illness. “WHO ranks Migraine as one of the top twenty causes of years of healthy life lost to disability.” National Migraine Association. And, all those migraine medications don’t work — for me they just give me weird side effects (like anxiety) and only take the edge off the pain (and do nothing for my nausea, tolerance for light, sound or smells).

For now I will just medicate myself with some chocolate donuts. One good side effect of migraines — I feel justified in eating anything I want.

The Perfection Monster Rears Its Head

Elizabeth Potts Weinstein — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 15:28:05 +0000

My name is Elizabeth, and I am a perfectionist.

Funny, because my house is cluttered, and right now my living room floor is covered in cracker crumbs, and the sink is full. I have a ton of ideas for my business that are not yet started, and dozens of unfinished projects around the house. So, I don’t look like one of those perfect-everything-in-its-place chicks.

But, that is not the definition, is it? The definition is by what standard do I judge myself (and other people, for that matter). Not by okay, or good enough, or a good job, or nice try. But, by give-it-1000%, best quality, everything to everyone, never-a-break, perfection.

I intellectually know that I need to spend time on myself, so I do that. I understand that 93% is usually seen as great by everyone, and the last 7% is not worth it — but I secretly feel like a tiny bit of a failure for not giving it the last 7%. I have learned that I cannot do everything, it is okay to say “no” and delegate — but I feel like a looser for ever asking for help — and, that no one else could ever do as good of a job as I would (what an egomanic!).

For example, there are multiple piles of DVDs and random items piled precariously upon the top of the TV cabinet. They have been there for months, when Gracie decided to open the drawers, remove all the DVDs, and use them as frisbies and coasters. Could I have delegated organizing these items to my husband, or nanny, or hired an organizer? Of course. But, no, I plan do it myself — which means that in the last few months it has not been done — and occasionally, a DVD box will topple off the side, almost taking out the cat. Why do I care about how it is done? Why not just do it now, or assign it out?

I am working on my perfectionism (isn’t admitting the problem the first step?) — now that I have Gracie, I really don’t want to give her a complex. Any more that I already will be, anyway.