I have no words other than: PLEASE don’t miss this. It’s worthy of your 5 minutes -watch ’till the end.
Would love to know your thoughts. Have a Motivated Monday.
Rapunzel here! After yesterday’s ”YIKES” post, I have since let down my hair. I had a girl’s night last night, and the conversation, coupled with a few drinks, a guy sitting next to us with a “murse” (man purse), and gut-busting laughter did me good. After all, it isn’t how far you fall, it’s how quickly you get back up. I can thank my mother for teaching me about resilience.
So today, I’d really love your help. You ladies were the ones who chose the WomenOnTheFence new logo and it will be you who will choose the top banner picture for my new site, www.Erica-Diamond.com. These photos below are from a shoot, and we narrowed them down to 4 for the new site.
Blogging as you know, is not the only thing I do. As an Entrepreneur and Success Coach, I have a Business Startup Book for women, I am a Keynote Speaker, I have a Coaching Business, I am a Brand Ambassador, and so I thought I would give my business side, its own website. Simple, clean. I therefore need a picture for the top banner and I would love your thoughts. The tagline to the new site is “Erica Diamond Inspiring Success.” If you could kindly write your choice below 1,2,3, or 4, I really appreciate your advice. What picture best depicts Erica Diamond, Success Coach?
We all remember where were that sunny morning, September 11th, 2001. It was around 6:15am where I was. My husband and I were in Palm Desert on vacation about to tee-off for a round of golf. We were eating a muffin at the snack shop, and NBC was playing on mute. We saw it, literally, with our own eyes… that second plane fly right into the twin towers. But we didn’t even think anything of it. In fact, as many had also recalled, we thought it was simply a movie trailer to some Arnold Schwarzenegger film. And so, we teed off, and went on our way.
But then during our round, we started hearing from other people about the attacks. That these plane crashes were no accident. I remember the hair standing up on my arms and tears flowing from my eyes. Four crashes– 2 into the World Trade Towers, one into the Pentagon, and one into the middle of a field, thanks to many brave people on board that flight including Todd Beamer (do you remember his story- “Let’s roll!”?)
I wasn’t going to blog today. I was going to take the day off for self care. But I learned a valuable lesson today. A very big one, and I decided to share it. I sit at my computer now, with tears streaming down my eyes. Life isn’t always fair. But we do the best we can with the hand we are dealt. Today, I was pretty shaken.
While brainlessly getting my hair done this morning for a charity event tonight, I got the socks knocked off of me emotionally. I literally had to look up to stop the flow of tears. I had to think funny thoughts… my little son walking around the house nude playing the guitar on his private part. I even thought of this picture from1997 of my husband (then boyfriend at the time) on one of our first few trips together.
But this story was just too unfair. And I am as sensitive as they come.
I dragged myself to the gym this morning for a change. Drag drag drag. Come on Erica, no more excuses! YOU CAN DO IT! The gym for me was never one of those things I did willingly. It was just part of my routine, like, getting gas for my car. I admit, the reason I go, is for that incredible feeling afterward. There’s no better feeling once you’re done, but getting me there is no small feat.
Today’s Blog post came to me on the bike this morning. I was doing a Spin N’ Sculpt class. The instructor shouted, “Ok now, increase your gear up to level 14, and get up off the bike. We’re climbing a steep hill now!” The whole class was dripping with sweat and pedaling their hardest. My head said, “Fuck it. I’m sitting my ass down. I can’t do it. It’s Monday morning, I’m tired, I’m stressed, I can’t.” I started pedaling slower than ever, feeling my strength diminish. But then something came over me. She pumped up the music, I somehow got my ass off the saddle, and I climbed that hill. I climbed that hill physically, and emotionally. I felt my inner strength pounding through, giving me the physical strength I needed. It felt incredible.
The Story
A son asked his father, ‘Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?’
The father who, despite having a heart condition said ‘yes.’ They went on to complete the marathon together.
Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying ‘yes’ to his son’s request of going through the race together.
One day, the son asked his father, ‘Dad, let’s join the Ironman together.’ To which, his father said ‘yes’ too.
For those who don’t know, the Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86 kilometers) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometers) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometers) marathon along the coast of the Big Island.
The father and son went on to complete the race together.
I have been fascinated with the Jaycee Dugard case since the media ran with it many weeks ago. A small, beautiful, innocent child, being held captive for 18 YEARS. Eighteen years, much of it spent in a backyard tent and shed that resembled something out of a horror movie. But it didn’t end with an eighteen year captivation. Raped over and over again by her kidnapper, she mothered two children in the process, Angel now 15, and Starlit now 11.

Jaycee Dugard, 11 yrs old at the time of her kidnapping
Now living in seclusion with her mother, Jaycee is starting to show signs of improvement. She is cooking for her girls, riding horses, and even contemplating writing a book about her life.
Her children have zero formal education, in fact, kidnapped at the tender age of eleven, Jaycee has no formal schooling past the fifth grade herself.