Shift - A Game About Love, Fear and Life

This is so exciting. I finally get to write and for the most part it’s about me. How fantastic… while talking about all the ways I’m combating my ego I can actually be pretty egoic and just talk about myself. How cool is that?

During the course of this blog, I have no doubt you’ll learn more about who I am and what makes me tick and why I created this game. I figure we’ll get there eventually. For now, I’ll just jump in at today.

I just came back from my first massage in maybe the last six months. I’ve been watching my cash and working really hard… and in the mean time going to a chiropractor to fix what I do to myself daily on the computer. This is the first day in many, many days where I am actually doing something for myself. Yes, I guess running and gardening is for myself and all that but I seem to be constantly doing and never really just being or receiving.

Once you can watch what you’re thinking, you’re kind of cursed (in a good way). Not only is there no excuse for your behavior later, but there’s no way to really ignore the voice that breaks in and says, “BTW- this is what you’re doing. If you were coming from Love, you’d be doing this.” So I’m getting my massage and I’m running through all the exciting things I can do with blogs and thinking about how we’ll build community and what I’ll write and and, and, and … I have to keep forcing myself to remember to be present. I have to keep reminding myself that this time is for me. Someone (this was actually a young guy – perhaps the topic of a whole other blog) is not just touching me, he’s getting paid to make me feel good… And it feels DAMN good -during those few minutes when I can actually concentrate and focus on my breathing and the way it feels to have my feet rubbed by a perfect stranger who just 20 minutes ago was telling me to strip down to what’s comfortable. This is quality me time. Or at least quality fantasy time…

This was the type of massage that in the past would have left me asleep by the time he said, “Take your time to get dressed” and yet I was focused on getting home quick so I could pick up my long, past love of writing and get you something good. But I guess that’s just the thing. It’s not that there’s a certain black and white answer to every situation that says this is coming from Love. For example, is it true that I must be present, receive and be mellow during my massage to come from Love? The truth is, in every situation, it’s really just my response that matters.

In the past, if there were times when my mind was racing, it was racing in circles trying to figure a way out of a mess that most likely had no exit. I was great at creating those. Instead, today I was jazzed. I was pumped and there was nothing even a young boy with massage oil could do to keep me from focusing on my vision. We’re getting close… Shift is coming together and I am more than excited. I think I’m vibrating and I’m actually totally cool with the fact that I just worked straight through my me time. I can’t wait to show you what we’ve got but I’m more excited to see what you’ll bring us. It is going to be stellar… Yep, It is time to Shift…

Oh I have to write.  This is so incredibly hard.  So we’re doing our first blind play test and it’s with my boyfriend’s friends.  No one has seen what I’m working on and I’m basically putting myself out there big time.  His friends are fantastic… yet they’re just not really the target market and that’s why it will be so great to get their feedback… because it will be honest and surely, critical.  This is a group of hard core climbers- some the best in the world. These are people that will not see a doctor when they fall 100 feet and shatter their ankle because they believe they can walk it off.  As a rule, they don’t do anything preventative.  And I’m making them play a self help game. 

I think they thought they were coming over for dinner and beers, not self exploration… It’s possible they want to kill me for wasting their Tuesday night but I’m safe in his room.

However, when it comes to a group of people that know themselves, they actually really do. I don’t know too many sports that are more dependent on mind control than climbing.  These are people that make themselves believe that they can do something. At times they have to convince themselves that they are superhuman just to make it to the next hold. Unlike my decisions, theirs come with pretty severe consequences. Basically they either believe it or they take the pain.

So, I’m in another room and unfortunately, I can actually hear them as they play.  This is our first of 15 blind play tests where we are looking to see if people can play based on the way the rules are set up. We’ve probably tested 70 plus times over the last 3 years but I was present at every one and although it would be fun to play with everyone, it’s not possible for me to facilitate every game.  We are video taping (I think they thought I was crazy when I made them sign a release) and although I’ll see all this later… I’m sitting in the next room hearing their experience.  Uggh.

It is so incredibly hard to pull my identity out of the game.  Although this is in some ways my baby and I’ve been pregnant for a long, long time, I need to disassociate myself from it.  My boyfriend’s friends don’t really know me and they might be hating this game, but I must remind myself, it doesn’t mean they think I suck or hate me…  Or even if they go home tonight judging me saying- “dude, what do you think of his girl? Kind of out there, huh?” it doesn’t mean that that’s my truth.

I’m actually quite proud of my willingness to hear criticism and have been amazed at how when I’ve played the game in life things have cruised.  Last September I went to San Francisco to play with “the peeps” (these are the people I used to study A Course in Miracles with).  These are people that have explored all the Universal principles and have spent the last many years of their lives doing their best to walk their talk. 

Last September the game was incredibly complex. It had been incredibly complex for the better part of two years because we had the coolest game dynamics.  Problem was, they were so cool that no one could figure them out. So I walked in to play test with the Peeps and the first thing they said was, “Where’s the Love and the Fear?”  I had spent forever trying to come up with language that didn’t offend people. I had had so much resistance to those two words, Love and Fear, that I had done everything from look into Kanji symbols to try and make up new words to make them less threatening.  Eventually I settled on the state of Oh No! and Oh Yeah!.

My peeps pointed out the fallacy in my thinking.  I had said the following, “Love and Fear are too threatening. I want to trick people into having the experience of witnessing their thoughts and seeing that they create their reality. To do that, I need to dumb it down so the masses can have an experience of it too.”  Whew, they set me straight!

It was perfect. They said quite succinctly, “Spirit need not trick anyone.”  They said, “Create it in its highest form and it will attract on its own merit.” I actually cried during that play test and since September, we have designed an entirely new game whose objective is to move from Fear to Love… Everything is different- the game dynamics, the look and feel, the language… everything.

Just walked out there for a sec cause the tape stopped and someone said, “Hey let’s play Scrabble.”  My little ego wants to keep me locked away in here all night and not ask them to fill out their evaluation forms.  I know the game is not for everyone…and as I told Kristen the other day when she asked if I thought Shift would save the world, my hope is that Shift gets one person to think differently.  And when I think of it that way, it seems totally doable. If just one person plays and starts to see how they’re thinking… or sees they’re coming from Fear and decides to see the situation differently, then we’ve succeeded.  So tonight I’ll keep with that thought and remind myself that even if this isn’t their deal… they’ve been laughing all night… and for that I am relieved…aaahhh… 

First thing I did today was see my Oprah magazine and the issue was all about creating time for you.  So, I decided not to get on my computer before brushing my teeth. I decided that I’d actually go for a run and show up late for work.  I am the boss. 

I went to this trail that I’ve passed numerous times and always wondered about. Thought I’d do some exploration today.  It was gorgeous.  It’s been in the 90s here in Boulder so this morning we were probably well into the 80s already but, as a Miami girl, it felt positively luxurious given there was no humidity. If you haven’t been informed, Boulder is always ranked one of the top places to live, because of its insane landscape and the wealth of activities that landscape provides.  

This path started off along Boulder Creek. I never realized it went this far East.  It was wide and flowing here and the path was sheltered with a canopy of old Cottonwoods.  I find I’m always curious about what’s around the next bend.  Because of that, I’ve been assumed missing because it’s very easy for me to spend hours walking by myself without a thought of turning back. 

Every turn on this path revealed a more compelling landscape.  Turns out I was in a wetlands area that I didn’t know existed. So, I’m walking alone- no one on the path my entire walk- with ponds, large ponds with egrets and such, on either side of me and straight ahead I’m looking at the Continental Divide.  At other turns the picture looks like this, lake, and behind said lake, epic 2000 ft. rock formations, the Flatirons… or turn again and another lush lake with the white-capped peaks of Long’s Peak in the distance.  I may need to attach pics at a later date to give you some understanding of what I just experienced. 

And, all I could think as I walked and took in my surreal surroundings was, “I walk in gratitude.  I walk in gratitude.  Love is the way I walk in gratitude.”  What a way to start my day.  I am so thankful to be here, in this life, in Boulder, living my dream, making my vision a reality and surrounded by so much love and beauty.  Life is good. 

Ha!  My lack mentality permeates everything.  I think I’ve really got this abundance thing down. I trust that the universe will provide all for me… oh yeah…  But do I really?  I noticed the razor I was using at my boyfriend’s house today.  I can’t remember when I thought it cool to bring my stuff to his house, perhaps 9 months ago?  Who knows.  What’s crazy is, I’ve been using that same razor for 9 months- the same DISPOSABLE razor. Wondering at what point I’ll feel satisfied with its use and grant myself the luxury of buying a new one.  ABUNDANCE NIKKI…

What else? I am consistent at being inconsistent.  You can see this in my blog posts. The things I need to do daily I do somewhat less often.  I’m really good at attempting to be consistent and I can be pretty right on for a month or so and then I slack.  I’m a slacker. The last time I quit smoking ( I actually did this pretty infrequently except when I drank) was last year when I realized that since I had quit for others before, I should be able to quit for myself. Fortunately, that actually took and I haven’t had more than 3 cigarettes since. I get excited to get back into the groove and take my vitamins, floss my teeth, lay in traction (to put a curve back in my neck), read the Course in Miracles everyday, do my Yoga, train the dog,  and it seems that the thing I’m best at is chnage.

Well, change is good and change is the only constant. For now, that’s where I’m at. And, as I see more and more how consistently doing certain things makes me feel better, that positive feedbcak mechanism will hopefully work its magic. I see it creaping in. I know how good it feels to get on my yoga mat and the length of time I keep at my practice seems to be increasing. 

It is what it is until I’m ready to change it.

Being aware of what I’m doing and why I’m doing it is at times humorous and at other times frustrating.  It’s frustrating when I know I’m being ridiculous and I can’t stop. I just plain want to be a shit. My boyfriend ( I have judgment about the word fiancé- it sounds a bit obnoxious to me or perhaps I’m still getting comfortable with receiving) came over and every word out of my mouth was a problem.  As one of my old therapists would have called it, I was creating “double binds.”  Everything sucked and there were no answers. I was hot (it’s been in the 90s in Boulder and I have no air conditioning), I was annoyed that I had filled in all the fields I could on this form to do a 1stopmove (I’m moving in with him next month to live in sin much to my Italian father’s dismay), and the page kept getting an error every time I pressed submit, I was sick of not being able to breathe out of my nose because of my new allergy problem… who knows, I just decided in that moment when he came home to take out all of my hot frustration on him. 

            I didn’t want to go with him to his house, I didn’t want to stay at mine, I wasn’t hungry but we should eat the leftovers, I didn’t want to watch that basketball game again but I wanted to spend time with him, I didn’t want to pack up my computer but I was sick of working in my stuffy place… you get the picture.  All I offered were problems with no solutions.  About 15 minutes in, when he was about to leave, I decided that this was really my only night this week that I’d get to see him and my going in circles and wasting the little time we had with being a brat wasn’t worth it.  So, now I’m at his house and we’re doing one of the things I didn’t really want to do- I’m working and he’s watching the NBA finals and we’ve spoken during the commercials.  But that’s pretty much what’s up tonight and it’s the decision I made and I’m getting to write and we, although not really involved in intimate pursuits are, at least, sharing the same airspace. 

           It’s ok- 4:15 left on the clock, someone’s gonna win and my battery is waning. Perfect timing.

Wondering if it’s better to be truthful and actually show you when I can’t get to my blog.  So, picking up where I left off on Thursday.  I’ve been pussyfooting around getting funding for a few weeks now. I have tried my hardest to get Shift up and running using only my own money.  And now, as we get ready to go to print in August, it looks like I will need to get some outside funding.  I’m seeing that this week, I am acting like my old self, The Independent. 

The truth is, I don’t want to ask for money. I like being autonomous. I like not having anyone tell me what to do.  And, since I picked up the belief that, “there’s nobody there for you and people will always let you down,” I worked hard at counting on only me. In the past I’d rather do things the hard way than ever ask for help. I was the girl that would rather work her ass off to buy a $1300 Ford Festiva than ask her mom to help her buy a new car. I was the girlfriend that couldn’t ask her boyfriend to get that bowl high up on the tippy top shelf because I’d show some sign of weakness. That boyfriend taught me that men actually like doing things for women. (Did you know this?) They like feeling needed and being able to solve a problem. I found that being Sinatra and doing things “my way” was lonely and difficult. My limiting belief that “no one will ever support you” was plain old exhausting.

In recent years, I’ve learned how to make requests.  More importantly, I’ve learned how to receive. Of course, this is a process. I’m now much more comfortable asking for what I need instead of being resentful that I’m not dating a mind reader.  I’ve grown a willingness to receive and it is incredible what has shown up. Kristen, our Creative Director (really our Sparkplug), showed up the exact day that my other employee quit and picked up all of his to dos for that week. We never missed a beat. Charlotta, our artist, has been working for years on this project without a dime with the exception of a few good meals, solely because she believes in it. When I come to town, my friends treat me like I’m their daughter home from college and opportunities that make me incredulous that I’ve been given this life to live show up constantly.  It is amazing how the universe blessed me once I was willing to receive.

But, you know we keep getting our lessons till we REALLY get them. I’ve fallen back into The Independent lately. I have been trying to come up with every alternative so I don’t have to ask my friends and family for money. I’m not looking for venture or angel investments because of that whole independent thing and because we really only need a minimal amount of cash to keep us afloat before we have insanely huge profits. (I like speaking in the positive).  Instead of asking for hard cold cash, I’m trying to be a good entrepreneur and American by overextending myself with credit card debt!

What’s interesting is that, even though I dialed for dollars as a successful salesperson, I’m finding that I’m having a hard time detaching my identity from this product and actually making the call.  What keeps coming up is that old stupid Unlovable core belief that says, “If you loved me, you would…”  I guess what my ego is hearing is that if people can’t cough up a few grand that their not tied to, then, they must not love me.  How stupid is that? I’ve had friends tell me, Nikki, everyone that gives you money will do it not because they think they’re going to get rich on this investment, but because they believe in you. See how it might be hard to detach? What if I let them down?

Actually, I’m not really that tied to how they respond because I’m quite sure we’ll get the money somehow.  That’s not the hard part. It’s making that request and believing that I’m worth it that sometimes trips me up.  I think the phrase low self esteem gets misinterpreted and used too often.  There’s so much more to what low self-esteem means. It meant, for me, unraveling a lifetime of conditioning and convincing myself, even if I wasn’t taught it or told it, that I really was loved… that I really was “worth it.”  No matter what the outcome is. No matter if there’s a big fat check with my name on it or a simple no thanks… no matter if I’m healthy or wealthy or pretty or tan or if I’m hurting because I had to choose something for myself that might have hurt someone else.  It’s knowing that I am loved, always and unconditionally – that’s what self worth is.

 So, I will remember what I am, Love. And, in the meantime, I’ll continue going through my list of potential investors and making requests. Anyone interested in signing on the line that is dotted?

So, I’m at my favorite fresh grains and although I’m trying to do my best to ignore them, there are no less than 50 people on broadway carrying 8 ft graphic anti-abortion signs. I wonder about the percentage of woman that actually do get abortions in a place like Boulder versus somewhere more conservative.  Guess they chose Boulder because our liberal ideals condone the right to choice.

So it has me thinking and I guess that’s their intention. My first thoughts were that this is an all out attack on Boulder.  Every corner for 6 blocks had people and signs. I immediately went to judgment because I believe that no one can decide what works for someone else.  And a few seconds later, I thought, "THANK GOD! I live in a country where if people want to carry 8ft signs expressing their opinion, they can."  I think that for everyone, their beliefs are their truth.  Their opinion might be very different than mine, but our beliefs are real for for each of us.  This game is an expression of what I believe and some people might feel equally offended that I’m implying what I think works best.

Another, super fantastic thing I saw (they’re everywhere… it’s work not to look out the windows and type) were a few locals with their coffees having a discussion with the sign holders.  How fantastic!  They weren’t beating them with sticks they were talking about what they each believed. It didn’t matter whose vision was better.  Instead of seeing anger and upset, I saw two groups in discussion, communicating and sharing.  I no longer saw the graphic images.  I saw connection when most likely, there would have been none.

Some thoughts for today.

I’m finally listening to the Jack Johnson CD that Kristen gave me.  I’m finally alone!!!!!!!! With me, with my thoughts…. I’ve been crying for the last hour. Oddly, I’ve been crying while I’m doing yoga and dancing.  I’ve been moving, listening to great music, being with me- celebrating. I just came off the most intense couple weeks of my life and I have so many reasons to cry…and for every reason, the truth is I’m in joy!

I am so thankful for everything that’s been happening, for the support around me, for me… for me finally hearing myself.  These last few weeks, I’ve been arming myself as if I’ve been sent to battle.  In the last 2 weeks I conducted 14 blindplaytests, moved out of my apartment in and into my boyfriend’s place, finished my business plan and financials and had 7 meetings in SF in the space of a day and a half.

I am emotionally exhausted.

I’m in Maui with my fiance (that word will never sit with me- I have so much judgment around it- so my husband to be? boyfriend?) and all of his family- and although I love all of them, I had to be with me today.  I actually heard myself this morning- day 2 of our vacation- and decided I need to spend some time with me.  That would have been impossible for me in the past. I would have felt guilty about spending time with his family (can you imagine? I can hear his mom in the next room chopping up the kalbe for tonight’s dinner and I’m choosing me- the guilt I could have!) We have not had more than an hour to ourselves in over a month and I decided not to go surfing with him. I chose me.

I’m in the room on a beautiful day, celebrating me. SF was total acknowlegement. All more than positive. I know what needs to happen next and feel elated that everything is on track.  But this crying- is for so much more than that. I’m just proud of myself for making it through the last couple weeks, for choosing me more, for having this moment here to hear myself and force relaxation so that when I come back, I’m on purpose and that purpose includes listening to the needs of my male, female and child. I’ve been working so hard. It’s all been male energy and now I’m releasing it all. I’m here to nurture myself, to support my female- do my yoga, read, get sun, get a massage- spend time just being.  I’m so thankful for this time and that I’m listening.

I realize I need to play and have fun too. We went boating, snorkeling and wakeboarding yesterday. I’m about to go for a walk and explore and then go snorkeling by myself. When I get back to Colorado, I’m taking a dance class. Now it’s in writing, so I have to do it.  I need to keep everyone happy.  My child has been resentful that she couldn’t play.

I also miss my best friend who’s on the other side of the world in Melbourne. She wants me to come out to see her this year and has made me promise and I’ve been wishy washy because of work.  i miss her so much and know that I need to see her on my own. Not with my fiance because it’s crazy that I’ll marry someone she’s never met. Just us. Just the girls. Having girl time- I need that.  It’s something I really don’t have and need to put back into my life. 

I’m going to go walking and call her.

I’m going outside to feel the sun on my shoulders and take it all in. Take it all in. mmmm. Ok. heading out.

Reasons people are playing:

• It is fun and interactive
• It gives you insight into what is driving your behavior
• It allows you to learn about each other, share and get better connected even if you’ve never met
• It creates an environment for open discussion on topics that might not have come up otherwise
• Because knowing you are at choice creates power
• Shift creates a deeper level of connection when you play with people you already know such as your family, your partner and your friends
• To determine what’s holding you back from your full potential

“We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are.”    The Talmud

The game and your life are mirror images.

Playing Shift enables you to see why you think and act the way you do. Once you can step back and see how your mind thinks, you can take charge and let it work for you. 

Now you have an opportunity to take your learning and apply it to your life.
It’s easy to win at a board game.
The question is, can you play the game in your life?

In other words…can you shift your game?