Blogs & Insights From Mama Gold
What If ?
Every now and then, in this journey of life, you meet a weekend where it meets you in the evolution of your story and the deepening of your messaging.
This past weekend was life altering, and I do not say that lightly. From the moment I entered the balmy, warm energy of Natal at the PSASA (Professional Speakers Association of South Africa) Annual Convention, I was gifted an immersion I never foresaw, quite in the way it landed.
Passages And Pages
When approval becomes an addiction, we remain enmeshed in a constant need to prove ourselves.
And it is never enough.
Never.
It becomes another self-fulfilling prophecy.
Significance lies somewhere deeper. It's raw and honest and deeply confronting.
Peace is the path I am choosing now. It requires a different form of courage.
Permission To Walk
Growing up I was quite a serious little girl, shy, reserved. Plump, spotty and dramatically unsporty in my very sporty family. But that made me deeply observant and deeply reflective. And so I watched life from the wings. I lived in my head with my own quiet thoughts. Not really knowing where I belonged.
FROM STARTUP TO SUCCESSION
Startups require STAMINA
S stands for SIGNIFICANCE
Significance means a higher calling. A bigger mission. Many entrepreneurs focus on success. Significance is far deeper.
The Compounding Advantage
I never thought my story mattered, but now I do.
I used to compare myself as a founder to other companies, far larger, friends who employed 2000 people. Why would people want to listen to my story?
But then I realized it was not the size of the company we built, but the significance of the lessons we learned.
Last week I was interviewed by Leanne Manas as an entrepreneur at the book launch of "Compounding Advantage", a remarkable book that is both a mirror and a roadmap for businesses in South Africa.
Rewriting A Different Story
When I walked out of the school gates at the age of eighteen, I never thought I would ever step foot back again.
Some people experienced school as one of the happiest times of their lives. For me, it was anguished and tortured. It was not my proudest era. I was mostly miserable and a mess. Sometimes I acted like the class clown to hide the overwhelming sadness I masked.
