Author: Karen Putz

  • When Your Only Option is a Thong

    It was one of those weeks.  Dishes piled high in the sink. Couch cushions skewed all over, with one of them on the floor.  Paperwork in a heap in the corner of the kitchen counter. Somewhere in the middle of the paperwork pile sat three envelopes.  School registrations, I reminded myself.  Gotta get those school registrations sent in.

    But first, I needed to jump in the shower and get myself dressed.  The oldest kid had to be at football camp in 40 minutes. It was a 25 minute drive to his school.  I quickly showered and headed off to the closet to grab some clothes. One look into the underwear drawer and I knew I was in trouble.  All I could find were a large pile of bras, a misplaced sock and a bathing suit.  My eyes turned to the laundry basket–it was over flowing. I was clearly out of underwear.

    Scrounging through the drawer, I discovered bras that were past their prime. I kept them around for those painting projects that never seemed to materialize.  You know, for those days where you don’t want to have a painting accident and mess up the pretty lace bras.

    Digging through the underwires, my hand struck paydirt.

    A thong.

    Yes, a thong.  A tiny scrap of material from my college days. I don’t think the hubby even remembered that I had one.  Heck, I didn’t even remember that I had one.

    Now keep in mind, I was zillions of pounds lighter in my college days. But here’s the thing, a thong is very forgiving of the flesh.  Since there’s barely anything to cover, anyone of any size can get away with wearing them. Sure enough, I was able to slip the thing on and quickly got dressed.

    By the time I dropped the kid off at school, I remembered why the tiny scrap of material went unused. It’s like having a permenant wedgie when you’re wearing it.

    I went home and did laundry. The underwear drawer was quickly filled.

    The thong went in the garbage.

     

    This post originally appeared on the Chicago Moms Blog.

  • Giving Away a Signed Copy of ‘Aspire’ by Kevin Hall

    One of my treasured books is Aspire, Discovering Your Purpose Through the Power of Words, by Kevin Hall.  Kevin and I connected last summer when he reached out on Facebook and we struck up a conversation about barefoot water skiing.  I read his book last August and Aspire instantly became one of several books that I recommended to just about anyone I talked to.

    Aspire, Are You Living Your Life’s Purpose?

    “Dive in with all your heart, follow your bliss, and people will appear to help you with what you want most,” Kevin wrote in an email.  And that’s exactly what I did in the year after I read Aspire.  And just as Kevin said, people began appearing to help me achieve new things.  For instance, I wanted to barefoot every month of 2011.  A crazy idea, actually. I certainly wasn’t sure how that was going to happen, especially since I’m from Chicago– where the lakes are frozen a couple months out of the year.  But as of this month, I have barefoot water skied 11 months out of the year.  Just last Saturday, I barefooted in Wisconsin for the Freeze4Life fundraiser. I only missed one month, in April.  You can read more here:  Following Your Bliss (printed in the Chicago Tribune TribLocal, June 2011.)

    Kevin kindly sent me several copies of his book for family members and one copy for me to give away to my readers. Winner will be randomly chosen.  To enter, leave a comment (comments will be closed Friday, December 9 at midnight CST) that shares your thoughts on the following paragraph from Aspire:

    “The first thing I do when I’m coaching someone who aspires to stretch, grow and go higher in life is to have that person select the one word that best describes him or her.”

    Artist. Wordsmith. Communicator. Peacekeeper. Perfectionist. Manager. Organizer. Leader. Connecter. Director. Musician.

    “There are no restrictions other than it must be only one word, and the ultimate decision is up to you,” he writes.

    What is your word?

    Leave a comment and share your word, and you may soon hold a copy of Aspire in your hands.

     

    Update:  The new owner of a signed copy of Aspire is Angela Botz from Illinois who was number 13 in the comments!

     

     

  • When are You Going to Start Living?

    This morning, I came across a post written by Bronnie Ware who worked in palliative care for many years.  It is a post that I think everyone should read:

    Top Five Regrets of the Dying

    To sum it up, the top five regrets are:

    • I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me
    • I wish I didn’t work so hard
    • I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings
    • I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends
    • I wish that I had let myself be happier

    In the last weeks before my dad passed away, we reflected back a bit on his life.  One of the big highlights was a trip we took to Hawaii.  That trip was a result of a casual conversation in the spring of 2008.  “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” I asked him.  He had always wanted to visit Pearl Harbor.

    “So what’s stopping you?” I asked.

    Oh, someday I’ll go, he said.  Dad served two years in World War II and he wanted to see the place that altered the course of his life as a teen.  We continued to talk about our “someday” dreams.  Then I stopped and looked at him.  “This ‘someday’ you’re talking about,  really, what’s stopping you?” I wanted to know.  “Why don’t you plan a trip? You’re not getting any younger and someday you might not be able to move around,” I joked.

    And then I got serious. “And this ‘someday’ might not happen if you wait around for it too long.”

    “Ok, fine, you plan it, then!” he smiled.  The next thing he knew, I booked airline tickets to Hawaii and my sister arranged for a hotel.  A few weeks later, we were on a plane to Hawaii. We spent the first two days at Pearl Harbor.  Dad was filled with war stories and he really opened up.  My mom, my sister and I– we soaked it all in.  We knew how important this trip was to him. We went to the Dole Plantation where we feasted on pineapple ice cream, rode the train and walked in a glorious garden with amazing flowers.  We took a boat ride on the other side of Oahu, where we saw a whale.  We took a sunset cruise on a cloudy night, but for a few glorious moments, the clouds parted and we captured the most amazing sunset.

    And days before he fell into a coma from the cancer, we talked about that trip to Hawaii.  The memories were sweet ones. “Thank God we did that trip,” I said. “I’m glad we didn’t put it off for ‘someday.’”

     

    There’s a little ditty that I came across awhile back and the author is unknown.  The words are profound:

    First, I was dying to finish my high school and start college.
    And then I was dying to finish college and start working.

    Then I was dying to marry and have children.
    And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough so I could go back to work.

    But then I was dying to retire.
    And now I am dying…

    And suddenly I realized…
    I forgot to live.

    So let me ask you, what are you putting off for “someday?”  When are you going to start living?

     

     

     

     

     

  • Meeting Janet Attwood, Author of The Passion Test

    “You have to read The Passion Test,” said my friend, Stephen Hopson last year. Stephen is a transformational speaker who is also deaf and he’s a dear friend of mine. I was a little hesitant about ordering yet another book, because I had promised the hubby not to add any more books to the piles around the house.  But there I was, sitting in front of the computer, trusting the recommendation of my friend and ordering Janet and Chris Attwood’s book.

    A year later, what can I say… The Passion Test, along with Aspire by Kevin Hall,  and the Yes to Success workshop with Debra Poneman changed my life.  I created a vision board and vision list.   “When you are clear, what you want will show up in your life, and only to the extent that you are clear,” I learned from The Passion Test. There were specific things that I wanted to accomplish and I wrote them all down.  I knew the order of my passions. The list was a long one, but I didn’t hold back.   Between the books and the workshop, life was going in a whole new direction. “Passions are about process. Goals are about outcomes,” Janet and Chris wrote. People who have witnessed the change in my life the last year and half have remarked that I seem to always be having fun.  But that’s exactly what life is about– having fun, enjoying it to the fullest and being happy in the process.  And when life lines up with your passions and your purpose, then it is indeed filled with lots of joy.

    Whenever you are faced with a choice, a decision, or an opportunity, choose in favor of your passions.

    “Meet Janet Attwood,” was on my vision list, and last night, I spent a magical two hours in the company of Janet Attwood as she shared her journey that lead to the book and her amazing life. Earlier in the week, I had an interpreter lined up along with a back up interpreter.  Both ended up not being able to attend. At the last minute, I made countless calls to try and locate another interpreter.  I resigned myself to a night of lipreading, but as it turned out, Janet was so easy to understand that I was able to sit back and enjoy the evening.

    Tomorrow, I’ll be heading to Chicago to soak in another day with Janet.  This workshop is hosted by Positive Focus Productions.  Janet will focus on:

    • How to discover your top five passions
    • The one secret that guarantees a passionate life
    • The three keys to creating anything you choose to have in your life
    • Learn how to live with less anxiety and fear
    • Experience a deeper connection with the most important people in your life including yourself
    • Experience a new sense of vigor and well-being

    The Passion Test is featured in the November issue of Oprah’s O Magazine. Quite simply, it will change your life.

    Following Your Bliss

     

  • What Barefooting Taught Me About Life

    A year and half ago– March, 2010 — when I put my feet down on the water for the first time at the World Barefoot Center, I had no clue how much my life was going to change from that moment. That morning, I almost wanted to chicken out. I was nervous about being in a boat with people I didn’t know, I didn’t want to be seen in a bathing suit, and deep down, I was afraid to try– and fail. So when I woke up to a rainstorm that morning, I was secretly relieved. Maybe the whole thing would be canceled, I thought. I don’t know who answered the phone at the World Barefoot Center, but they reassured me that they could ski in all kinds of weather and that it was supposed to clear up.

    Sure enough, the weather cleared up and I found myself in the boat with two-time World Barefoot Champion Keith St. Onge,  the world’s oldest female barefoot competitor Judy Myers and several others.  As I watched skier after skier do trick after trick on the water, I wanted to crawl out of the boat and head back home.  The flip-flop of nerves came up over and over again that afternoon at every step of the process.  I alternated between “I can do this!” and “I can’t do this!” Half of me was excited; the other half of me was wondering what the heck I was doing down in Florida with a bunch of people with talent way over my head.

    Had I given into the nerves, I would have missed out on the most incredible life transformation that unfolded.  In a  year and half, I went from not being able to do a deep water start– to competing in four tournaments, complete with sponsors.

    How many of us have missed opportunities in life because we give in to doubts, nerves or fear?

    Last week, Judy said to me, “You have to pay your dues.” This remark came after I experienced some frustration at the lack of progress on the water after trying the same simple trick over and over (left one foot)– ending in crash after crash. If you want to accomplish something in life, you have to put in the time, effort, practice, work, sweat and toil, — and sometimes the only progress comes after years of experience– and putting in your dues over and over, until you reach that place of success. The key is to not give up in the process.

    Last summer, I spent the entire summer trying to conquer a deep water start. I achieved one successful start in June and I triumphantly texted Judy about my accomplishment. “Backwards, here we come!” Judy texted back. (Backwards? Are you crazy?)

    I thought I’d breeze through the rest of the summer. Instead, I was met with one failed start after another, the entire summer long. I became pretty skilled at riding on my butt, though.

    Dave, my oldest son, pulled me through start after start, over and over. He consoled me when I dissolved in tears one night. “I can’t do this,” I told him. But he reassured me that tomorrow was another day and we’d try again. And sure enough, I accomplished it. But then I went right back to square one and rode my butt for weeks after that. One step forward, twenty steps back.

    Yup, barefooting is a lot like life.

    I sent my brother a picture of my first back toe hold. My brother is a former barefooter– he’s off the water now due to a cracked vertebrae (like me, he also lost some hearing in a footin fall). “Wow!” he wrote. “I could never do that!”

    Here’s the thing: I said the exact same thing when I watched other people doing toe holds on the water.  I remember watching Judy do a toe hold and thinking, Gosh that looks so hard. I could never do that!

    And how much do we hold ourselves back in life by thinking in limits?

    How many of us have looked at someone who is successful and wished for that same success… without understanding the journey that came before success? Before I could get that snapshot of a back toe hold, Keith stripped me back to basics. Backward on one foot. Backward with my foot in the air. Backward with my foot touching the rope. Backward with the foot on the rope and one hand in the air. And then I had to work on the dreaded left foot backwards. The result? Crash after crash into the water.  Then little by little, I worked my way toward  success.

    Crashes are not failures… and stumbles in life are not failures… you learn from them. You learn what causes them– then you take a different course of action. And like Judy says, you pay your dues. You put the effort and time in to gain experience and little by little, you accomplish your goals and achieve success.

    And speaking of crashes: A Whack on the Head.

  • Chicken Soup for the Soul and MORE magazine

    This past January, at a Yes to Success seminar with Debra Poneman, we spent some time writing down goals and accomplishments that we wanted to achieve in one month, one year and five years.  We also listed 100 things to do before we kicked the bucket.  I wrote “be in a major magazine” and “publish a story in Chicken Soup for the Soul” as two of the things I wanted to accomplish.  What I really meant for the magazine goal was to publish an article, but as it turned out, Andrea Atkins from MORE magazine did an article on “I Didn’t Know I Had It In Me” for the November issue.  MORE flew out two photographers from NY to do a photo shoot at the Barefoot Ski Ranch in Texas the day before the Nationals.  Despite two hours of pictures and several runs up and down the lake, to my surprise, they selected a picture of me sitting on the boat instead of standing on the water:

    I’ve always loved the Chicken Soup for the Soul books and years ago, I casually said to myself, “I’d like to get a chapter published.”  But I never wrote down the goal, nor did I actively pursue it.  It wasn’t until the Yes to Success seminar that I put it in black and white in front of me.  I finally visited the Chicken Soup for the Soul website and browsed through their upcoming books.  “Find Your Happiness” was the title of an upcoming book and the deadline for submissions was a short time away.  I sat down and wrote.  Less than an hour later, I was done writing.  I gave it a quick once over and hit the send button.

    In early July, I received an email that I nearly deleted because I didn’t recognize the sender and didn’t pay attention to the subject line.  It was from the editor:

    July 8, 2011

    Dear Karen,

    Your story “The Best Years of Life Are Still Ahead  ” has made it to the final selection round for Chicken Soup for the Soul: Find Your Happiness. Only a small percent of the submitted stories have made it this far. The vast majority of stories in this “last round” will appear in the book, but we do not make the final decisions until about a month before the publication date.

    As you can see, the story did make it to the final round when I received a box of Chicken Soup for the Soul, Find Your Happiness books:

    So today, it’s your turn. Start your list of 100 things you’d like to accomplish, do or achieve.  Share some of those in the comments section.  And along the way, let me know what you check off that list.

     

  • You Were Born to Stand Out

    “Mom, can I write all over the wall in my bedroom?”

    My daughter, Lauren, came up with this idea of writing inspirational quotes and pieces from her favorite songs all over her bedroom wall.  After a short discussion, I told her to go for it.  I forgot to consult the hubby on this one.  He was a little taken back when he first stepped in her room and found her writing on the wall, (Do you know how hard it is to paint over permanent marker!!) but after reading some of the inspirations, he agreed it was a good thing.

    Lauren didn’t do the project by herself, she invited others to share their bits of inspiration too.  So of course, my favorite quote went up on the wall.  The kids know it well, I’ve been preaching it to them for several  years now:

    “Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out.”

    — From the movie, “What a Girl Wants.”

    From the time that I first lost my hearing in elementary school, I tried hard to fit in, blend in, and fly under the radar.  I became the Queen of Bluffing— learning how to laugh at the right moment and nod along in conversation– without understanding a thing. I developed elaborate strategies to get through the school day.  “I was spacing out, what’s the homework?” I’d ask the student next to me.  In English class, the teacher had us read paragraphs from a book– I’d count the number of students ahead of me, watch each of them like hawk to see where they finished each paragraph and then when it was my turn, I knew where to start reading.  If there was a discussion, I made sure to chime in with my opinion first, because I couldn’t follow the conversation and I didn’t want to say something that was already said.

    That’s why I always say that going deaf was a blessing. That was the process of learning to accept myself and embrace myself.  That’s when I stopped trying so hard to fit in, and began to celebrate standing out.  God gives each one of us unique gifts and a journey that is like no other, so why would we want to live someone else’s life?

    When my own kids started sporting hearing aids, we picked some “stand out” colors so that there was no mistaking the ornaments perched in their ears.  Lauren and I picked out matching earmolds one year– pink glitter for her and blue glitter for me.  And to my surprise, even after all my efforts of getting my kids comfortable with being deaf and hard of hearing, they still went through their own journey of wanting to fit in, blend in and fly under the radar.  The wild colors were replaced with plain, clear earmolds.  Hair grew over their ears.  I had to learn to back off as a mom and let them experience that.  Soon enough, they became comfortable again in standing out.

    Our kids were born with a different ability, as Lee Woodruff says in her book, Perfectly Imperfect.

    And we should celebrate that difference. But you’ve got to get into a place where you’re really comfortable being deaf/hard of hearing before you can celebrate that difference.  And therein lies the challenge– getting folks comfortable in their own skin.  I think back to my elementary and teen years– I spent way too much time trying to be a poor imitation of a person who could hear instead of the best “me” I could be.    At a recent closing plenary, I shared my journey and the “You were born to stand out,” quote.

    One parent came up to me afterwards.  “I’ve been telling my kid how ‘normal’ he is and that he’s just like everyone else.  He’s miserable being ‘different’ and wants desperately to fit in with others. I’m going home today with your message– and I’m going to celebrate him instead!”

  • Wanting to Be Hearing

    So, before we get into today’s post, go mosey on over to Bad Words and read Tulpen’s post:  Either Way.  Then come on back over and let’s talk.

    Tulpen’s son, Owen, told his mom, “Don’t want to be Deaf. Want to be Hearing.”

    I can relate.  That’s pretty much how I felt– from the time I first began losing my hearing in elementary school until I became deaf.  I can remember being able to hear–I would crawl into bed and listen to my dad tell me the story of Scamp and Tiny– two dogs that went on adventures all over town.  I can also remember the day that I stopped crawling into bed– I could no longer understand what my dad was saying in the dark.  I had become sick with a high fever for nearly a week and shortly after that, I had the “hard of hearing” label tacked on.  I was never able to use the phone after that.  The words that entered my brain were pretty much scrambled and I resorted to lipreading.

    I hated the hearing aid.  Hated the daily struggle to access communication.  I often wished that I had normal hearing.   I held back on life, thinking that “if only I had normal hearing I would do this.”  Or that.

    In elementary school, the kids on the bus teased me, sometimes mercilessly.  I kept my eyes straight ahead or I sometimes buried myself in a book on the rides home.  My best friend, Pattie, defended me on the bus.  Twelve years ago, I received a letter out of the blue from one of my tormenters, asking forgiveness.  He had become a born-again Christian and the teasing had weighed heavily on him over the years.

    I had long ago forgiven, I just didn’t know it.  The forgiveness came from the journey to acceptance– in the form of a severe whack on the head when I tripped on a wake while barefoot water skiing.  I was nineteen.  I could no longer hear anything without a hearing aid perched in my ears.  But it turned out to be the very best thing to happen to me.  I finally, after years and years of battling, finally accepted the whole me.  I embraced the new journey and my world filled up with new deaf and hard of hearing friends and American Sign Language became a part of life.  As for me– I was deaf– and it was okay.

    Then one by one, my kids started collecting audiograms.  David was nearly three, Lauren was four, and Steven was two– and then we started killing more trees and collecting IEP paperwork.  And like Owen, each one of my kids has had their days when they wished they had hearing in the normal range.  And when they expressed that, my heart always did a little blip.  More often than not, it was a cycle– a season in their life– where they became more self-aware, or they matured, or a struggle of some kind would trigger it.  The rest of the time, all was well–they would settle back into being comfortable and happy with life again.

    And it might surprise some of  you to know that I even have moments of self-pity when I wish I could hear.  I had one of those moments while sitting at a banquet after a tournament this summer– and tears started to fall.  My friend Sharon was my interpreter that night and I told her what I was feeling.  I was reflecting over the whole summer of tournaments. “I wish I could hear the announcements, the conversations that flow around me, the jokes that get told on the boat– I miss out on all that stuff.  And sometimes I can’t lipread some of the folks I meet…” I whined.  Yes, I whined.

    We are human. In moments of humaness (is that even a word?) all of us wish for something else.  Thinner, taller, younger, smarter, richer–whatever it is, that darn grass is always greener somewhere else.  But ultimately, we have to cultivate that little patch of green we’re standing on.  We have to bloom where we are planted. Corny–yes–but it’s something I live by.

    Oh, and those announcements that I wished I could hear? Well, at one of the tournaments, another barefooter said to me,  “You’re lucky you can’t hear Dave (the announcer) — he goes on and on and on– sometimes I wish I could turn my ears off.”

    The grass is always greener…

     

  • Corey Axelrod, Marketing Communications

    Corey Axelrod

    Tell me about your job/business.

    Synergetic Business Solutions is a marketing communications firm that offers cutting-edge, goal oriented business operations and marketing tools for small and mid-size businesses.  Services include website design and development, Search Engine Optimization/Search Engine Marketing, graphic design, and social media design and development.  As the owner of Synergetic Business Solutions, my responsibilities are all-encompassing as I provide assistance to businesses and individuals all across the board.  From website design to social media design/development, my goal is to help clients create synergy through all aspects of their business, hence the name Synergetic Business Solutions.  While we are not equipped to handle aspects other than marketing, our focus is to integrate each component of our clients’ business by aligning business/marketing strategies, messages, and design.

    For the past two and a half years, I’ve also worked at Hager Productions, a video production company specializing in the production of promotional and marketing videos.  I originally started out as the Director of Marketing and Sales and was promoted to the Director of Strategy and Business Development.  There, my responsibilities revolve around overseeing the marketing and sales arms of the company.

    How did you get into this line of work?

    When I decided to go to business school for my undergraduate degree, my plans were to get my Bachelors in Business Management and then go to law school.  Things changed when I was selected to participate in a competition for a ‘dream co-op’ position at ESPN.  Even though I was not selected for the dream co-op, I was selected as a semi-finalist and was charged with presenting in front of ESPN executives and executives from other organizations.  The task revolved around marketing strategies for ESPN with several local Rochester organizations.  This experience was my first true experience with marketing and truly opened my eyes to what marketing really was all about.  I fell in love and decided that instead of going to law school, I would get my MBA (graduated in 2010 with a concentration in Marketing and Sales Management).

    What is the best part of your job?

    The best part of my job is taking a problem and solving it and then seeing the gratitude from my customers.  Marketing is so complex and it is not like mathematics in which you can take a simple algorithm and solve the problem.  There are unique situations and factors that need to be considered when deciphering the issue at hand.  The best compliment I’ve received is a referral.

    What are some of the challenges of your job?

    There are a number of challenges with my field – first and foremost, as I mentioned previously, marketing is not simple as you can’t take 1 + 1 and get the results you need.  It takes time to figure out strategy and implementation plans, and this is not an overnight process.  Patience is often a virtue when it comes to marketing.  Another challenge that compounds this issue is that technology is always improving/changing.  It can become difficult to keep up with the changes and advancements – clients depend on me for answers and if I don’t know them, I need to find them rather quickly.

    What was it like growing up deaf/hard of hearing?

    Growing up hard of hearing really wasn’t much of a big deal to me – I had deaf parents and deaf grandparents (on my mother’s side).  Being a part of the ‘deaf world’ was natural to me.  Being a part of the ‘hearing world’ wasn’t as easy, though.  There were the usual pickings in which I was picked on for having a hearing loss (most often evident while playing sports).  But intellectually, I always knew  that I was equal to my hearing peers – this was a byproduct of family always urging me on to succeed and providing the necessary support system for me at home.

    What advice would you give a deaf/HH person who is looking for a career like yours?

    The best advice I can give a deaf/HH person who is looking for a career like mine is to reach out to someone who has ‘been there, done that.’  I wish I did this because I would have learned more about marketing before getting into the space.  I feel as if I went into my MBA without much experience and really could have used a true mentor in the space.  While I am happy where I am today, I believe I may have done things differently that could have advanced me further in my career.

  • Unwrap Your Passion, And Happiness Will Follow

    (Originally posted as a guest blog on Happiness Inside, which is now closed)

    Earlier this year, I pursued a passion that was long buried inside of me. I didn’t even realize how long it was buried until I began to unwrap it on my 44th birthday last year.

    I was sitting on the pontoon at my parent’s lake, thinking back to some of the best memories of my life. I was rather down at that moment, so I wanted to conjure up some memories that included some happy times. I thought back to my teen years. I learned to water ski on my bare feet shortly after my sixteenth birthday. What a thrill that was! I spent the next three years barefooting with the guys on Christie Lake. Every single time that I went out on the water, I was happy.

    One day, when I was nineteen, I decided to go out and practice some wake crossings. I caught a toe and slammed into the water in a not-so-graceful cartwheel. In an instant, I went from hard of hearing to deaf. When I climbed into the boat and started talking to my friends, I couldn’t hear myself talk. I just figured that I had water in my ears and that the hearing I had left would return.

    It didn’t.

    At first, adjusting to being deaf was a horrible struggle. There were many days and nights that I cried. One day, I came to the realization that I could either do battle every day, or I could embrace this new identity as a deaf person and get on with life. From that moment, another passion was unwrapped. I learned American Sign Language and a rich world opened up filled with deaf and hard of hearing friends. Happiness arrived with that new-found passion. Most of my career since graduating from college has centered around helping others who are deaf and hard of hearing. I started and ran a non-profit organization, Illinois Hands and Voices and began providing mentoring services through the state’s Early Intervention program. Along the way, I uncovered a passion for birth and I attended several home and hospital births as a doula. Every birth filled me with incredible happiness inside.

    Fast forward to October of last year: my husband sent me a link to the Today Show segment featuring Judy Myers, a 66-year-old woman who learned to barefoot water ski at the age of 53. I connected with her and she invited me to come to the World Barefoot Center to learn to barefoot again. The very moment that I put my feet on the water, I was filled with incredible joy. The sport that had brought both happiness and sadness in my life was now filling me with happiness again.

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    At the World Barefoot Center, I met Keith St. Onge, the owner and a two-time World Barefoot Champion. Keith learned to barefoot at the age of ten and by time he was thirteen, he knew he wanted to follow his passion for the sport. He has competed since he was eleven, turned pro at eighteen and runs the ski school and a wetsuit company. The sport has brought him all over the world and he has been featured on ESPN, CNN and in several magazines.

    “Barefoot water skiing is my passion—it’s what I wanted to do since I was thirteen,” Keith shared. “I wanted to be the greatest. I wanted to be a pro the same way that young kids want to be a fireman. And I get to fuel my passion every day. When I’m on the water on my bare feet—it’s a feeling of complete freedom. When you fuel your passion–passion brings happiness—they feed off each other.”

    I recently had the opportunity to talk with Keith’s mom, Jackie St. Onge and I asked her to share her thoughts on passion.

    “Passion is your joy,” Jackie explained. “It is the essence of who you are. You have to unwrap it and find it. Some people find it easier than others. The body and the mind and the soul become one when you find your passion. Passion comes naturally to a person. It is like running water: turn on the tap and it flows.”

    Passion and happiness are intertwined. When you discover your passion and incorporate it into your life, happiness follows. If you’re not sure how to answer the question, “What is your passion?” you can find the answer by reflecting on the happy and joyful times in your life. What fires you up? What feeds your soul? What puts a smile on your face in the morning and a deep sense of satisfaction and joy when your head hits the pillow at night?

    Passion is inside each and every one of us. Unwrap yours.


    Copyright Karen Putz, November 2010

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