In honor of International Women’s Day 2018, I’ve got another gorgeous video to share with you.

It’s a bit about MY story and why I wrote Feminine Genius, but I believe it speaks to OUR story and why the world so dearly needs the genius (and strength and resiliency and tail-wagging hope) of the FEMININE in all of us.

If you’re thinking of buying a book (or two or ten), scroll down to the bottom, because there are all kinds of bonuses and goodies you might as well get in on.

A couple months ago I joined a dear friend for a week-long working vacation in 80 degree, perfectly sunny Mexico.  I was working on a new online course, Feminine Genius At Work (which will be ready for you soon, so stay tuned).

I’m not kidding with the “working vacation” thing. Really. I got a ton of work done and still had beach walk-and-talks with my friend and lazy afternoon snoozes in the hammock. And a nice little tan. The vacation part of it actually FUELED the working part of it.

Anyway, when I was checking out of the hotel, I spied a little cabinet by the door with a few stacks of books — a traveler’s library.

Ever heard the phrase, “Mind the gap?”

My urban subway, train, and mass transit riders surely will.  It means something like, “Hey, do you see that bit of distance you’ll need to span while transitioning from the stationary platform you’re on to the train itself, about to move swiftly off into the future?  Enough of a gap to twist an ankle, so beware.”

One of my clients recently sent me an (astounding) email, titled, “Don’t mind the gap.”

She shared some pearly wisdom about the uncomfortable transition she is currently in.  I’m not sure she even realizes how powerful it is.

Either way, it’s a treat to share it with you here.

When I think of women who are rockin’ it in one area of their lives while it’s pretty rocky in at least one other, I think of Morgan, Jaymie, and Alonna.

These three — former clients and friends of mine (although not their real names) — did what most of us do and spent a lot of time feeling like a fraud and beating up on themselves for not having their shit together.

But then these three (each in her own way) did something quite unusual and interesting that helped to elevate (in remarkable ways) that area of her life she was struggling through.

Allow me to walk you through what these three did — and undid — so you can do your own version.

“I think you have success dysmorphia,” my friend Ali told me.

Dysmorphia means “wrongly shaped,” a term usually paired with “body” as in “body dysmorphia,” when you look at yourself and see someone remarkably fatter, stupider, or uglier than you actually are.

Unable to see yourself as you truly are, you see yourself only as you aren’t.

When Ali diagnosed me with success dysmorphia, I could have checked off most of the items on my list that defined success for me — a healthy body, a healthy baby, a wonderful husband, loyal and inspiring friends, organic food in the fridge, a full coaching practice, a dance contract with the Metropolitan Opera Ballet, a publishing contract for my first book, plenty of income, weekly massages, a beautiful home, a good relationship with my parents, cute shoes, a well-fed cat — but I didn’t FEEL successful.