How I Learned to Love Puke
No one enjoys feeling sick. I am especially unruly in the “irritating sick person” category. I have seriously contemplated buying a fainting couch just so I can dramatically lay my forearm against my forehead and gracefully (ha, like I do anything gracefully…) faint backwards onto it. With a huge sick person sigh. So everyone around me knows that I’m miserable and ill. And they will baby me til I’m better. At least that’s the plan.
This past summer I started making some pretty big changes and setting some pretty lofty goals for what I’m anticipating will be a pretty sweet life starting next summer. That’s right, my goal is set for 12 months away. I’m not a jumper and I’m not a leaper. I’m not someone to be admired for the bold and brash and brazen life changes they’ll make. I’m not the shiny new toys that you get every birthday, I’m the Velveteen Rabbit in the corner.
With all these goals and all these changes and all this stuff going on I made the (brilliant) decision to start working with a life coach (in another post, in another time, I will tell you why you are foolish to do big things without having an adequate sounding board…Lael is mine…)
During one of our discussions, Lael introduced me to a concept which I have grown to embrace/love/fear. She calls it “vomit moments.” Those moments in time when stuff becomes so real that you are just overwhelmed with every gambit of emotion the human body is capable of producing in about ten seconds of time and you frantically search for the nearest bathroom cause you are quite positive you are about to puke.

Lael is working to build her company and brand as well, and she’s shared a couple with me. They make me giggle, in a “That’s cute and I feel for you” not a “Haha, I’m laughing at you fool” kind of way.
I’ve started to have a few of my own. I either text/email/Tweet/Facebook to tell her about them. I’m giddy like a 5-year old showing off her mad macaroni frame skills. I seem to be obsessed with noting that the nausea sometimes causes me to throw up in my mouth a little bit. She calls me a “mouth booter.” I adore her.
As someone who loathes all things sick related, I am learning to LOVE these moments. To seek them out. “Vomit moments” are the new addiction, like adrenaline and base jumping. “Vomit moments” are the things that push us and motivate us and help us to get to our goals. Cause if you aren’t SO EXCITED about the life you are pursuing that you occasionally feel the waves sweep over your body then you are MOST DEFINITELY not doing it right living your dreams.
My name is Elisa, I’ve become a puke junkie, and I’m constantly seeking out my next fix.
So I ask of you…have you ever had a “vomit moment” in the changes you are making in your own life? If you haven’t (yet) – don’t you kind of wish you had?
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