Nicole Christie

My latest for CAKE&WHISKEY: Urge to Art

October 8, 2015

In a nutshell: stop procrastinating by taking classes, listening to podcasts, reading books, perusing blogs, and any other manner of “absorbing inspiration.”

I’m as guilty as it of anyone, so I feel justified in telling you to knock it the hell off. There’s certainly a time for filling your well, but if that’s all you’re doing, stop seeking outside yourself and instead free your artist within.

In other words, make shit. Ready, set, CREATE.

Read more in my latest for CAKE&WHISKEY.

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Now blogging for…CAKE&WHISKEY

February 20, 2015

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I’m thrilled to announce that I’ve been named a contributing writer for CAKE&WHISKEY Magazine’s new blog, Sip & Slice! I’ve been reading CAKE&WHISKEY since its inception and immediately fell in love with this beautiful glossy publication dedicated to “the sweet and spirited world of business.” Their stories of businesswomen leading authentic lives of courage and decency, while reaching lofty professional AND personal goals, is pure inspiration. From the moment I read the first issue, I felt I’d found my tribe. Two years later, it’s an honor and a privilege to share my voice with their readers.

Check out my first post, “Not Everyone Wants to Rule the World,” on why keeping my business small has shaped success for me. And pick up an issue (even better – subscribe!) in the CAKE&WHISKEY store.

Meanwhile, stay strong. Stay sweet. Stay spirited. And always rule (and rock) your life.

 

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A halo, a bell, a set of wings

November 14, 2014

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The world got a new angel tonight.

In case you felt a shift in the heavens, a change in the winds, a rumble in the earth beneath your feet, that was my friend Michele, exiting this world peacefully and landing on the other side with a bang. I’m sure she’s already forming teams, developing strategies, and leading the troops – proudly sporting a bold golden halo. One of the few comforts in losing her is my belief that her take-charge-with-tons-of-energy-and-a-big-heart-and-oh-yes-a-huge-smile was more needed elsewhere. I’m not sure what that means or what it looks like – Heaven, reincarnation, dust to dust – but it’s the only way I can make sense of why someone so larger-than-life is no longer with us.

Michele was my colleague, client, and most importantly, my friend for 14 years. She was a master connector – everyone I’ve met through her has been so extraordinary, I’ve often wondered where the hell she found them all. Clearly she was a magnet for greatness because she so embodied it herself. She was a powerhouse in business – I watched her rise through the ranks, blow the socks off oodles of people, and just plain make shit happen at Microsoft, HTC, and Land O’ Lakes. She was fiercely protective of her siblings and went to the ends of the earth for them. She was devoted beyond measure to her husband Rick and his family – sometimes in superhuman ways that I don’t know I could ever achieve.

And to me and everyone who knew her, she was a loyal and generous friend. A few years ago, I told her – and damn, I’m glad I did – that she was the catalyst for many of the turning points in my life, things that were key to not just my growth, but my survival. She made the connection that led to the job that took me to New York. She opened the door for me as a Microsoft consultant. She hired me to consult for her at HTC. When Michele said shit, people listened – and it was an honor to have her in my corner. It’s no exaggeration that I’ve been able to keep food on the table because of her. She even set me up on a couple of dates when it became clear that I was capable of nothing other than driving a wrecking ball into my personal life. And these weren’t the “Hey, he’s single and you’re single, let’s see what happens” sorta set-ups. She put thought into her matchmaking efforts, carefully considering whether someone was a good fit for me. Although the matches didn’t pan out, I was grateful. It was more her gesture than the guy that mattered anyway.

In December 2010, Michele and I took our first – and sadly, only – trip together, journeying to Napa for a long weekend. We stayed in a lovely cottage where a basket of Bouchon Bakery goodies was dropped on our doorstep every morning. Michele was patient with all of my weird OCD morning rituals and prepared coffee for me, though she didn’t drink it herself. Over the course of the weekend, we drank too much wine, laughed too hard, and got lost in the hills on a dark, foggy night – taking turns shitting bricks and uttering words of encouragement. We blamed the GPS Michele had brought along and after nearly driving off at least one cliff, we made it back to town and decided that “Barbara,” the GPS voice, was an incompetent bitch and fired her immediately. We sat in a restaurant parking lot, auditioning the other options and settled on “Daniel,” who was Australian and sounded super hot.

That is one of my favorite memories – not just of Michele, but of my entire life.

We lost Michele suddenly and tragically, but she fought like hell – right to the very end. When I heard that her time was near, I started making dinner to center myself. As I chopped vegetables and stirred quinoa, I wondered what the end is like, certainly for Michele in that moment, but also for all of us. If there is another side, is there a deliberation as to whether we’ll accept the invitation to that white light party? Or is that all bunk and you just fall asleep and next thing you know, you’re a squirrel or a tree or possibly one of my cats (giant, cute, constantly hungry, and frequently asleep)? Do you get to choose that new life or is it predetermined? And do you keep your soul, thus becoming an old soul – or an older soul, depending on your experience in this life? I checked the veggies in the oven and hoped everything we were hearing about Michele was wrong and that I’d get to ask her these questions one day. At the same time, I worried that if she remained with us, she may not be able to live as vibrantly as she had and that this would crush her soul. I didn’t want that for my friend who was full of life and love and beauty and spirit. After all, being amongst the living is not the same as being alive.

Michele passed when my dinner was ready. There were timers going off left and right – you were right, Zuzu: she was getting her wings.

Some say that death is an ending, but that’s only the case for those of us left behind. For Michele and for all souls who pass on, I believe it’s a new beginning. And while her absence is palpable, I don’t believe the world is a heavier place without her. I believe it’s lighter because she was in it.

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Holiday Wishes and Wisdom

December 18, 2011

Holiday greetings, tidings, and well wishes to you, dear family and friends! I hope this finds you healthy, happy, and looking forward to the new year.

After seven years of major metamorphosis – divorce, two cross-country moves, performing on various stages, selling a home, buying another, starting a business, growing a business, stabilizing a business – 2011 marked a slowing of change in my outer world. There were, of course, highlights: bidding adieu to clients I’d outgrown (no offense, Microsoft); welcoming new clients – including HTC, where my friend and former colleague, Michele, is creating the internal communications function from the ground up, and has enlisted me to help her in this exciting endeavor. There was also a fair amount of travel: Palm Springs, NYC, Maui (photos here), Lake Chelan – mostly with cherished friends, as well as some rejuvenating solo time. And I awoke my dormant performer by joining the Seattle Ladies Choir for their premiere season. Given that my last forays onstage were of the improv / comedic nature during my time in NYC, it was wonderful to exercise the lungs through song – for the first time in 25 years.

But perhaps the most interesting development of 2011 was the realization that many people are in periods of significant transformation. Over the course of the year, a number of them found their way to me – either through mutual friends or just as we got to know one another better – and I found myself repeatedly being asked, “How did you do it?” How did you recover from the loss of a 15-year relationship? How did you build a successful consulting business, doing what you love? How did you buy a home and create financial security when you’re single and self-employed?

When people ask these questions, I sense they’re seeking a clear answer, a sage bit of wisdom that will help them find their way through the dust clouds, fog, and cobwebs that life repeatedly throws our way. But our lives are an amalgam of the many choices we’ve made throughout our journey – thus, no one move someone makes, even if it was revolutionary for them, will cause the same effect in another person’s life.

What I can offer, however, is this: all too often, when the dust swirls and blurs our view of what’s ahead, we freak out and start looking for detours to escape the uncertainty. But compare this to driving when visibility is so poor even the fog lights don’t cut it – panicking and detouring could send you off the road and into a ditch, or over a cliff. Instead, you’d be wise to stop and wait for conditions to clear, for the road to reveal itself. And the same applies in life: stop, breathe, tune into your inner voice…and let it show you the way.

That’s the best piece of advice I have, the one I credit most for helping me get to this point. But it really pisses some people off because they want something concrete, some step-by-step guide to barreling through the unknown. Believe me, I’ve been there. It’s unnerving to just pull over and get quiet for a while. And allowing that inner voice to come alive and guide you requires a lot of time, a lot of soul searching, a lot of brutal self-honesty, a lot of risk-taking, a lot of courage, a lot of tackling life alone, a lot of tears, a lot of teeth-gritting, and a lot of letting go. When that inner voice narrates the GPS of your life, you have to be ready to accept that it’s lonely out there on the road paved by choices all your own. You’ll veer away from some of your relationships and activities as you make room for new people and opportunities better suited to who you really are – and, more importantly, who you’re becoming.

So – if you have an inner voice you suffocate with a pillow, stop it. And if you think you don’t have an inner voice, you’re wrong. It just got so sick of you not listening, it finally gave you the finger and went into hibernation. Either way, you can jab an IV of Jolt Cola into its jugular by asking yourself this question:

“If I had only six months to live, what would I at least try to accomplish?”

Close your eyes and really imagine a doctor giving you this jarring prognosis. What comes to mind arrives courtesy of your inner voice – these things are your passions, your purpose. Sure, there’s bucket list stuff like skydiving and traveling to India and riding naked on a Harley (no judgment). But then there’s the real stuff, the Six Months to Live list. We’re talking going to medical school, figuring out how to sell your art, boot-scooting your mega-yum cookies out of the kitchen and into the cases of your own bakery. Remember, you only have six months left – you may not actually get your M.D. or see a painting sold, or proffer that first double-chocolate-cherry-macadamia bite of sinfulness, but you’ll literally die trying.

My wish for you in the coming year is that, even with the hustle and bustle and electronic madness of modern life, you’ll carve out some quiet time to listen to your inner voice. And that you’ll start letting it guide you – from the bucket list stuff all the way to the real, Six Months to Live List stuff. I also hope you’ll keep in mind that no one ever “arrives” or is fully enlightened. We’re always evolving on this topsy-turvy ride called life, though I believe we arrive at certain mile markers along the way that indicate our preparedness for various challenges – relationships, career success, children, unearthing our unique gifts and giving them back to the world. Because there is something you can do better than any other. Your inner voice knows what that is and, if you obey it, you’ll do it – before the ride is over.

Blessings, peace, health, and happiness to you and those you love – this season and throughout 2012.

With much love,
Nicole

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The Leap

April 13, 2011

Have you ever watched a frog hunt an insect? Sometimes the bug positions itself smack in front of the frog’s face for consumption – but even bugs have Darwinian instincts, so that’s fairly rare. Instead, the best way for the frog to go after what it wants is to abandon the comfort of its lily pad, leap into the air, and completely surrender itself to the quest. It understands it may splash back into the pond without its intended prize. It understands it might plop smack into the jaws of a crocodile. The leap is a risk. The leap is also possibility. The leap is where the catch happens.

Granted, the frog’s life depends on bugs for sustenance. And while we, as humans, no longer need to hunt prey to survive, as evolved beings, we need to hunt experience. Personal growth. Authenticity. That’s what allows us to survive and flourish in the 21st century. We’re no longer on this earth simply to propagate the species. We’re here to uphold it and help it evolve – through our unique, individual gifts. Each of us has at least one and our job is to serve it up to the world. That’s why we’re here.

Maybe your gift is creating objects or systems that make the world run more smoothly. Raising children who will give back through their own gifts. Cultivating or preparing food that nourishes, sustains, and pleases. Healing people or animals. Educating, entertaining, connecting, making others laugh, cry, think, act. But you do have a gift. Your job is to figure out what it is and use it. Otherwise you’re missing the point of modern existence.

I first thought about the frogs years ago when I’d just taken my own leap of faith by quitting my cushy, stable consulting job and vowing to succeed as a freelance writer/new business owner in New York. I was living off my savings. Temping at BofA at a 95% pay cut. Ushering off-Broadway plays in exchange for free admission. Coughing up $5 every now and then to check out up-and-coming comedians and musicians in the East Village, Lower East Side, and Brooklyn. Losing tons of weight because all I could afford was produce and I walked most everywhere to save on MetroCard fare.

But the leap paid off. I’m my own boss, in charge of my workload and workday. My main goal was to simply work independently and escape the weight of the corporate thumb; instead, by being true to myself and my gift with words, I’ve experienced a level of success beyond anything I ever imagined (not that I ever aimed that high…this is no Zuckerberg venture I’m running here). My low-carb, high-cardio lifestyle actually stuck and I’m healthier as a result. I’ve also had the absolute pleasure of watching some of today’s most talented artists – often just a few feet from the stage – pay their dues and rise through the ranks. Being true to themselves and reveling in the journey.

When I tell people my story, they often say, “It was worth the sacrifice.” But “sacrifice” implies loss, reduction, negativity. I would never define those years, those “salad days,” in such terms because I gained so much during that time. It was simply leaping off one track and onto another. Releasing my grip on the old, the comfortable, the unsatisfying to usher in the new, the adventurous, the soul-feeding. The authentic. And that time I was in the air, in between – that was the best part.

Do you ever think about leaping? I’ve been thinking it’s time for me to do it again. To usher in the newer, the uncharted, the soul-sustaining. The even-more-authentic. And so my thoughts return to the frogs as I remind myself – and you – that the good stuff rarely just drops by the lily pad. It doesn’t even arrive with the landing. The good stuff – the really, really good stuff, where dreams are realized and gifts are given – is in the leap.

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Love Lessons

August 2, 2010

The heart has its reasons which reason does not know. – Blaise Pascal

From the moment I set foot in my first corporate job – in 1995 – I knew I wanted to work for myself. I couldn’t exactly articulate why – I just knew. Of course, it took 10 years, a lot of detours, and a fuckload of courage to do it. Though I’ve told anyone who’ll listen that the reason I finally made the leap  wasn’t so much about courage as it was that I’d lost everything else in life and was truly not in my right mind when I did it. I’d also just watched three friends – all under 35 – become widows. Three friends deliver stillborn babies. I was reeling from my divorce, my father-in-law’s passing, my own father’s three brushes with death, and my mother’s battle with cancer. My life was by no means tragic, but I’d become painfully aware that it was horrifically short. Even if all of the struggles weren’t mine, it was foolish to not heed the lessons each imparted. There’s something about surviving – or witnessing – the upending of life that makes you realize how very little is permanent or predictable, and suddenly you don’t want to waste time. You become very much about “Why not?” – or as we improvisers call it, “Yes, and.” You stop questioning and start nodding. Stop analyzing and start moving. Stop fearing and start living.

For me, the greatest lesson was divorce, which is as much – if not more – about shattered expectations and the loss of a dream as it is about the loss of a person, a relationship. You feel completely disillusioned: “What? I thought this was supposed to be forever.” Here was someone you swore – in front of God and everybody – you’d stick with ’til death, for better or worse. And suddenly, the worst has happened and you haven’t kept your promise. And you feel like shit and a liar and completely naive for believing there was a guarantee.

But there are no guarantees. EVER. Because, even in marriage, despite the ceremony and the vows and the marriage certificate, it’s all a choice. Relationships are a choice. EVERY DAY. You have to actively wake up each and every morning and choose this person. Someone once explained to me why she hadn’t married the father of her children, with whom she’d been in a relationship for over a decade. Until that point, I’d always thought people like that were really weird and commitment-phobic and fucked up. But her point resonated with me:

“I think people get lazy when they’re married. Like once everything is signed and sealed and tied up with a bow, they stop working at the relationship. They stop choosing each other. It’s very easy for me or my partner to walk away because we’re not married. Every day, we HAVE to choose to be here and work on it.”

Upon hearing this, I realized I hadn’t continued to make that choice in my marriage. And although I’m not sure perpetual cohabitation is an option for me, I now understand the importance of choosing to be with someone, whether you have a ring on your finger or not.

And who should that person be? How do you determine the qualities of a suitable partner? Years ago, I spent a good deal of therapy sessions talking about what I wanted in a partner, making note of my “must-haves” (intelligence, ambition, work they’re passionate about, integrity, dark hair) and “dealbreakers” (mental illness, substance abuse, no life or friends or interests of their own). Then one afternoon, my friend Jill looked me square in the eyes and said:

“Nicole. All that matters is how someone makes you feel.”

Oh. RIGHT. How do you feel with someone? Do you feel happy? Do you look forward to seeing them? Do you think of them often – and fondly? Do you feel – dare I say it – safe? Jill told me that her boyfriend “feels like home” to her. None of these descriptors are particularly sexy, but really – this is all that matters. When a friend of mine was clinging to a woman he wasn’t really into – going through his checklist of what was good and not-so-good about her, I finally said to him, “How does she make you feel? Do you like her? Do you like being with her? Stop overanalyzing and check in with your heart.”

One of my dearest friends is twice-divorced and has been with her current partner for six years. I once asked her – after having been married to two very different men – what she believes is the #1 ingredient in a relationship. Her response?

Passion.

Not necessarily “tearing-your-underwear-off-with-my-teeth” passion (although, really, who can complain about that), but passion for the other person. Strong feelings of respect, admiration, love, and desire – desire to be with them, near them. She said, “Without that, it becomes very difficult to work through tough times.”

Relationships aren’t a careful calculation of qualities and traits and hobbies and likes and dislikes – as the fucked-up smorgasbord “perfect person is just a click away” world of online dating would like us to believe. Every site out there tries to convince us they have the ideal formula for helping you find your soulmate, when the real challenge is to just trust your feelings – and then make a choice. It’s not anything that can be measured or explained. It’s how someone moves you – rocks you to the core. It’s knowing the difference between intuition and fear, which is another little inside voice that sounds a lot like intuition, but isn’t. It’s False Evidence Appearing Real. So how do you make the distinction, especially when it comes to love? There’s lots of kumbaya shit out there about how to “go inside yourself” and “get quiet within” in order to distinguish between the two. If you’re like me, you’re too hyper and impatient to crunch on that granola. So here’s a simpler solution, in the wise words of my friend Janya’s father near the end of his life:

“Don’t choose someone you can live with. Choose someone you can’t live without.”

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