Forgiving What May Seem Unforgivable: An Epiphany

“Acknowledging the imminence of death is an encouraging way to celebrate life because you realize there is so much more. There is so much to live.
When we have that reality, and we’re in touch with death in that way,
it’s like, “Wow, what do I want to celebrate?”
~Tripp Lanier

Tripp Lanier, a well-known life coach, and I were introduced by a colleague and when we had our first conversation — which was just one of those, “what do you do and how can there be synergy here?” type conversations — I of course, ended up asking him about his greatest epiphany. He said he’d think about it and later we set up a time for me to do an official interview with him. I can’t believe I still do this, because every time I do, I’m wrong — but I had an assumption that he’d probably talk about an epiphany that related to his becoming a life coach. Yep, wrong. Tripp’s epiphany is about a kind of forgiveness that is rarely talked about, and it not only surprised and moved me, but it surprised him that he went to this moment when he was asked about his greatest epiphany. Like so many people, he also realized that he had probably shared the story about this turning point in his life with maybe 2 other people. Later, he interviewed me on his The New Man podcast to talk about epiphanies and we each shared our greatest epiphany stories. In the podcast, you can hear him talk about the power he discovered in discussing and honoring his epiphany. It’s now an honor for us to share Tripp’s profound epiphany about forgiveness with you here.

AN INTERVIEW WITH TRIPP LANIER

I’ve only told this story to maybe a couple of people since it happened. But it starts back when I was 13 years old. This is kind of a downer — but my mother, she just … well, to say it bluntly: she took her own life.

I was just blind-sided. And I didn’t deal with it for years. I didn’t do any kind of emotional work, didn’t go to therapy, didn’t have any of support or help in that way at all. I just dealt with it all myself. Or thought I was dealing with it.

About the time that I turned 26, I had begun to see a therapist, but nothing was really happening with that, and I’d felt that my life was okay so I’d quit going. I felt I was coping well. I had a successful business, was in a great relationship with a girl, we were living together, and I had good relationships with people — good friendships, colleagues and clients. But my life also felt really stilted. I felt exhausted by having to manage everything, and I didn’t like to take a lot of chances. Looking back, it’s easy for me to see that I was controlling and managing – really working hard to keep things under control in my life.

Slowly, the relationship with my girlfriend started to go downhill. She decided she wanted to move to New York, but I wanted to stay in Florida. We broke up and she moved. Basically, I thought I was fine with it. It was an amicable decision and break-up — two people wanting different things out of life, but there was mutual respect and love and we were both young with our whole lives ahead of us.

But one day soon after she left, suddenly I was overtaken by this mountain ‑‑ this tsunami — of grief. It just hit me. And I was confused. I was scared. I didn’t know what the hell was happening to me. I loved my girlfriend, but this was crazy. It went on and on and on for weeks. I lost 35 pounds. I just went through the wringer.

I was grieving that relationship, yes, but it was so much more than that. This whole mountain of other stuff had risen to the surface and felt like it was tumbling over me. Looking back, I know now my girlfriend moving was a trigger for abandonment – how my mom had abandoned me by killing herself. A lot of my identity and how I saw myself in the world and most, if not all, of how I defined and viewed the world at large, was put in small boxes and categorized — like what a woman in my life was going to be like and how she’d act – check that box. Financial success. Check. Cool house. Check. Fun friends. Check. And so on. Well, all of my boxes of checkmarks that I’d built my life and based my happiness on basically ended up being a house of cards, and it came crashing down.

I remember going through this experience pretty much alone.  I had a couple of good friends that were there to support me, but I didn’t have the support network that I have today.  And I didn’t have access to a good solid therapist or anything like that. For the most part, I felt really alone going through this process, and for a week or two, I couldn’t even leave the house without just losing it.

I was really scared. I was not all used to feeling this way and was completely unable to trust myself to know when I was going to be triggered and have an episode where I’d be crying and writhing on the floor, literally.

So in the pit of that dark spiral, a good four to six weeks in – I remember just laying on the couch one night. I was alone. I couldn’t even watch TV. I couldn’t do anything to distract myself. All the normal ways that I would distract myself (like watching television) were painful. Everything about myself and my life in that moment was painful. It had come to this moment of just me — alone, completely defenseless and broken — staring “this thing” down. Whatever it was. Me and “the thing that I couldn’t be with” — the thing I’d been running from for the past 13 years — my grief.

Ever since her death, I’d been extremely pissed at my mom. I was really upset with her that she made the decision that she had. I remember early on someone telling me that the path through it was going to be forgiveness and that that one day I was going to forgive her. I remember thinking that was inconceivable, that I would never, ever forgive her for it and see her side and appreciate it. I was so angry with her and only had the experience and viewpoint of, “What side? She left her family and everyone who loved her, and she left me.”

So here I am years later, writhing on the couch in pain, crying, and wondering just what the hell is going on. And I just started having these thoughts: “Please make this stop. What do I have to do to make this stop? What am I doing? Just give me some tips. What are some options to make this stop?”

And suddenly, the thought, “Take your own life,” came up as an option. I remember considering it for a second because I just wanted a way out of this moment.  And then I thought, “Wow, no way.  I have so much to live for. I have so much more to explore in my life. I have so much: I have support. I have love. I have people around me…” and that’s when it hit me. It flashed in my brain, “She didn’t have that. She didn’t get to see things that way.”

And in that instant, I understood. I was there at that fork in the road, and I saw why my mother went down that road. I saw why she would consider that.  And I understood. And I had compassion.

It was immediate that I felt this release and this tension leave my body, and I felt that joy of forgiveness. I got to give up the grudge in that moment. It just happened.  Something shifted.

I had a dream that night of her. We were in a café, and she basically came and sat down with me at a table and then left. She was too wrapped up in her own experience to communicate with me, and I just let her go. There was something so beautiful about just being able to let her have her experience and let her be her and not having to be the one to save her or anything like that. It was so peaceful to allow her to go and to finally have that understanding that that’s where she needed to go. That’s what my mother needed to do.

Since that moment of realization, my life has changed dramatically. My emotional constipation was over, and the pipes were cleared. So much more was available to me. Before my epiphany, I didn’t like to travel, and ever since then, I love it. I wasn’t involved in my music career, and after that, I got back into it and was writing like a fiend and have created several records. I became a creative fountain — so much more came out of me.

I can look at what my life is today and trace it back to that moment. Even the work that I do with life coaching and The New Man podcasts is all based on this principle of exploring what is possible and making that a reality. It all comes back to that moment where I realized there was so much more possible in my life, and it was worth living for.

It brings me pain to see people who are in pain and suffering and are not choosing to engage in a conversation and ask, “What is it about my life that is worth living for? What do I give a damn about? What do I care about? Why can’t I orient my life around that?” That seems to be the central theme of the conversation in so much of what I’m doing and so much of what just lights me up when I’m in conversation with others. There’s something about digging deep and coming to that fork in the road, and asking, “What’s worth living for in my life? What can I do today to live that?” I want to help and encourage people to realize that there’s no waiting for it. There’s no “one day” it’s going to come around. Because of my experience, I now feel this essence of being in touch with the reality that death is imminent, and for some people it’s been a choice. I guess I feel the presence of the reality of death, but when I do, it’s not a downer.  Instead, it’s an encouraging way to celebrate life because you realize there is so much more. There is so much to live. When we have that reality, and we’re in touch with death in that way, it’s like, “Wow, what do I want to celebrate?”

Tripp Lanier is a men’s coach and host of The New Man Podcast: Beyond the Macho Jerk and the New Age Wimp. He helps men and women all over the world break out of mediocre lives, do what they love, and navigate the challenging world of relationships. Click here to get his free book and online video series, The New Manual.

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Want an Epiphany or 2 or 3? Go See SAMSARA.

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For all you epiphany seekers, I highly suggest seeing Ron Fricke’s latest documentary film, Samsara – out in theaters now. Here is the description from it’s imdb.com profile.

Filmed over a period of five years in twenty-five countries on five continents, and shot on 70mm film, Samsara transports us to the varied worlds of sacred grounds, disaster zones, industrial complexes, and natural wonders.

I can’t describe it really – or rather I don’t think I should.  For me, it was like a meditation on film and therefore each person will have his and her own experience. With the juncture of where we are and what is going on in the world right now, this film is particularly poignant and powerful. Eye-opening, hypnotizing, stunning … you will see and experience things you’ve never seen before and never imagined. Go see it and I will be surprised if you don’t have an epiphany … or 2 … or 3. I did. And some of them are those kinds of epiphanies that you don’t really have words for and will be processing for a while. 

You can watch the trailer above and enjoy this great article about the film that has some of the amazing images from the movie to give you an idea. Seriously. Go. See. It. Run. 

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The Definition of an Epiphany is…

Lately I’ve been getting a lot of people asking me what my definition of an epiphany is.

My definition of an epiphany for the purposes of this project is: a moment of sudden or great revelation that usually changes your life in some way. 

Everyone usually has their own idea and definition of an epiphany, so when I interview people about their greatest epiphanies in life I usually ask what their definition of an epiphany is. What’s so interesting about this is that there are all these variations on what these moments are by definition to people, but they’re all accurate in their own unique ways.

I want to encourage you to think about how you would define an epiphany and how you would specifically define the ones you have had. To think about this and then, better yet, writing it down,
 is very powerful. Try it. You’ll see.

So the other day, my friend, wonderful life coach, and the host and creator of The New Man PodcastTripp Lanier, contacted me. (You can check out his interview with me about epiphanies and our personal epiphany stories HERE.) He wanted me to check out Steven Pressfield’s book, Turning Pro: Tap Into Your Inner Power and Create Your Life’s Work because he specifically had some musings on epiphanies that he thought I’d find interesting. I have read Pressfield’s The War of Art, which I highly recommend if you are a professional procrastinator like me. (I’m thinking of writing a new book called The Procrastination Processit could be prize-winning, I’m so brilliant and top of the game at procrastination methods.) I took Tripp’s advice and got Turning Pro.

Here is what Mr. Pressfield had to say about epiphanies primarily in the context of artists’ breakthrough epiphanies regarding their work, which usually equals their lives:

“We usually think of breakthroughs as ecstatic moments that elevate us from a lower level to a higher. And they do. But there’s a paradox. In the moment, an epiphany feels like hell. Like Rosanne Cash’s dream, an epiphany trashes us. It exposes us and leaves us naked. We see ourselves plain, and it’s not a pretty picture. The essence of epiphanies is the stripping away of self-delusion. We thought we were X. Now suddenly we see we’re minus-X. We’re X divided by infinity.

There is great power in this moment. We’ve lost something, yes. A cherished self-delusion must be abandoned, and this hurts.

But what we have gained is the truth. Our bullshit falls away. The scales drop from our eyes. In that moment we have 2 options:

            We can reconstruct our bullshit.

            Or we can turn pro.” p. 85

Then he says:

“Epiphanies hurt. There’s no glory to them. They only make good stories at AA meetings or late at night among other foot soldiers in the trenches. These soldiers know. Each has his own story, of that ghastly, hideous, excruciating moment when it all turned around for him.” p. 86

These definitions and descriptions of epiphanies are different in tone than what I discuss in my book, but they are also accurate. I love epiphanies for this very reason – they are very different for all of us, yet there are always elements to them that we can all relate to.

And guess who just got added to my WISH LIST of people to interview?

* If you’d like to send in your definition(s) of an epiphany or a wish list candidate, please put them on our Fan Page or Share them here! To read some of the definitions of epiphanies from my book, you can read an excerpt HERE and for an more thorough article on the History and Definitions of an Epiphany, you can go to my Psychology Today Blog HERE, or you can just see me TALK about it HERE!) 

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What is The Definition of Beauty Anyway? Beauty Redefined: Ben Barry’s Epiphany!

“We have the power to challenge and redefine beauty every day through our words and actions.” ~ Ben Barry 

Ah, summer is in full swing now. Graduations and commencement addresses are behind us, vacations, bar-b-ques, parties, fireworks, maybe a summer romance or two, 4th of July, beaches, pools, and of course, bathing suits are all part of the summer experience. I don’t know about you, but the whole bathing suit part has always caused consternation for yours truly — even when it shouldn’t have. Not at all. Now I know. Part of being human is having perfect 20/20 hindsight and many of us say “we wish we would have known then what we know now” –  and one thing I know now is that several years from now, I will look back and realize that I was still young (because I will be older than I am now), and therefore will go ahead and enjoy where I am now and embrace it wholeheartedly. (I actually had this epiphany while listening to beautiful, powerful older women talk about how they wish they would have known how young they were in their 40’s and 50’s!) I never knew to do this when I was younger and therefore spent a lot of time being upset with where I was and with myself and wanting to be older or younger, always thinner, firmer, with better hair, better skin, better teeth, prettier feet, whatever … nothing was ever good enough and then I realized that I was never enjoying myself and had missed out on a lot of being young and actually being in fairly good shape all the way around. So finally, I am learning to accept my body and looks just as they are, do the best with what I have, not compare myself to others and stop focusing on what is wrong with everything of mine. It’s hard, especially in our culture and especially when my summer fun includes hanging by the pool with Cheetos, Big Gulps and lots and lots of fashion magazines. (Yes, well, what can I say — I grew up in Texas, home state of the Big Gulp, very hot summers and lots and lots of swimming pools.)

At the ripe old age of 14, Ben Barry had an epiphany about beauty and how the fashion industry, thus corporations, have been defining what beauty is for all of us on some level. Unfortunately, this becomes a problem when many of us are not almost 6 feet tall, size 0 Caucasian women with perfect complexions and thick, amazing hair. This realization led him to open one of the first extremely successful “real people” modeling agencies and has taken him on a journey to influence companies who bombard us with advertising to find alternative ways to express and redefine beauty in our culture. He explains we can all be part of understanding that we all are uniquely beautiful and we can accept and even define beauty for ourselves. Ben is funny and passionate and a champion for us all — especially for those of us who have dreaded putting on a bathing suit every summer. I’m leaving for the beach tomorrow and have the least amount of trepidation I’ve had about my bod in a bathing suit ever. (And it’s not because I’m in the best shape I’ve been in either…) So thank you, Ben!

HOW DO YOU DEFINE BEAUTY? 

Beauty is about variety—a variety of ethnicities, sizes, heights, ages— and also spirit, character, energy, spark, excitement about life, expression, and emotion.
~ Ben Barry

 

Ben’s Epiphany

Thirteen years ago, I was a freshman in high school in Ottawa, Canada. I was like any other normal teenage boy in Canada— going to school, playing hockey, and hanging out with my friends. One night I was at my friend’s house, and she had taken a modeling course and was showing me photos of herself. She wanted to model, but the agency she was with said she had to lose weight. She was a size eight, and they wanted her to shrink herself down to a two. Neither she nor her mom thought that was possible. Going over the photos, I thought I could see them being used in a magazine or on a billboard. So I said, “Well, if your agency’s not helping, I think you would be great. Why don’t I take your pictures and send them off, and see if I can help get you a job?”

Of course she laughed. “Ben, what do you know about this business? If the professional agency said I can’t do this, I don’t think you know any better.”

“It can’t hurt. At least let me try.” So she gave me her photos.

In Ottawa, I found the name of a local magazine, and sent the fashion editor these images of her with a note saying, “Dear Editor, I think this model would be terrific in your magazine. Please call me.” I signed my name and put down my parents’ phone number. I sent it off and that was that. I didn’t honestly think very much of it.

A few weeks later I was having dinner at the kitchen table and the phone rang. It was the editor from that magazine, and she wanted to book my friend for a back-to-school shoot! Then she said something like, “I’m not sure who you are, but I’m assum- ing you’re her agent.” I didn’t really know what I was, but I agreed, and then the editor wanted to fax me the contract and asked me what the name of my agency was. Well, my name was the first name that kind of popped into my mind, so I told her it was called the Ben Barry Agency. And that’s how my company, the Ben Barry Agency, started—when I was fourteen years old and I honestly knew nothing about fashion, beauty, or modeling. Or so I thought.

My friend became a working model and sent her friends to me. Pretty soon I was operating out of my parents’ basement. I would do it after school. I would pick up messages on the phone at lunch, and during my breaks I’d return calls. A year into it, I had about thirty-five models. Most were my friends, all girls.

When I hit fifteen, I started to think I really should learn more about the industry. It’s not like there was some book you could read on how to be a modeling agent. My family was plan- ning a trip to Toronto for spring break, so I decided to try to meet with modeling agencies to learn more, introduce myself, and show my portfolio of models. Everyone pretty much blew me off once they met me and realized I was fifteen. Many of them told me to call them when I graduated and they’d give me an internship. But the last agency I met with was called Elite Model Management—one of the largest agencies in the world.

I met with their vice president, and he wasn’t fazed by my age at all. He looked at all of my models. He showed me the photos of all the models he represented. One of the things I noticed was that all his models looked identical. They were all primarily five-nine or five-ten. They were all between the ages of about fifteen and twenty-one, size zero to a size two, and they were all primarily white. He said he’d be happy to mentor me. All this was so exciting. I went back to my basement office in Ottawa and started to think about what he had taught me.

When I went back home, I decided I didn’t want to give everyone I was representing false hope. I didn’t want to tell them they could make it as models if the industry just wanted this one particular look, which they didn’t have. I let 95 percent of the people I was representing go. I felt terrible doing this, but I didn’t want to play with their dreams.

I then spent about another year recruiting the type of model that was this “fashion beauty ideal.” With my Elite mentor’s help, my models started working in Toronto, New York, and Europe, and then something huge happened—one of my models booked an eight-page spread in Seventeen magazine.

Now, this was super-exciting because it was a magazine all my friends read, and this meant I really, really had made it. When the magazine came out, I was with my friends having lunch in our high school cafeteria, and as we were eating, one of my friends pulled the Seventeen issue out from her bag and passed it to me. I probably had a smile that was a mile and a half wide. I quickly flipped open to the pages of my model and showed it to everyone. And all my friends were very supportive and excited for me and commented on how beautiful the pictures were. But very quickly their comments started to change. They started say- ing things like, “That’s a really great skirt, but it would never look right on my legs. It would make my thighs look huge.” Or “She has like no fat on her. I could never wear that top.” “It’s a great shade of foundation, but it wouldn’t work with my complexion.” And so on.

I started realizing that although they knew nothing about her, a lot of my friends were turning this woman into a role model, comparing themselves to her and then putting themselves down. That was ridiculous for many reasons: this model had other peo- ple dress her and make sure her clothes looked perfect during the shoot; she had hours of hair and makeup, had studio lighting and was airbrushed…not to mention the fact they had no idea who she was as a person. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that they had different bodies, different priorities, and different complexions. All that mattered at that moment was that they didn’t look like her.

I was sitting at the cafeteria table observing my friends, realizing this, and something rumbled in my stomach. In my gut, I could feel that something wasn’t right. My excitement began to sour.

It took me about a month. I showed the magazine around and got the same reaction. Most of the people were comparing themselves and then making really harsh comments about their own bodies, faces, and everything about themselves because they didn’t resemble that model in the picture. After I’d talked to maybe 150 people, I had the confidence I needed to change what I was doing. I knew I didn’t want to continue to hurt my friends’ self-esteem. Besides, they were the people buying the products the models were advertising! It didn’t make sense that they felt excluded and inferior instead of inspired and empowered.

So that moment at the cafeteria table, when I first showed off the magazine, changed everything. I realized I was caught between two worlds. On one hand, I was in the fashion industry, part of creating the images that wallpaper our visual world. On the other hand, I was still in high school and could watch my friends react to those images. The impact they had was not what I’d intended or desired, and it was not the impact that I wanted to continue to make in the world. So I decided to change things.

I went back to everyone whom I had let go the year before from my agency and asked them to sign again. I told them that I wanted to change the way the industry works, and I’d like them to help me do that. Once again, I had a group of models that reflected all different sizes, ages, backgrounds, and abilities, as well as traditional-looking models. The idea was that beauty is about variety—a variety of ethnicities, sizes, heights, ages— and also spirit, character, energy, spark, excitement about life, expression, and emotion. 

When I started sending out all the new pictures, everyone rejected my models, saying they were “too real.” I responded, say- ing that having everyone look at this traditional fashion beauty ideal was hurting people’s self-esteem. The overall response from designers and advertisers was, “We’re sorry. We don’t want to hurt anyone, but that’s not our problem. What we’re doing works. What we’re doing is making money.”

I saw my mistake. I had been using the language of social responsibility, trying to explain what had happened when my friends saw Seventeen magazine and how that impacted their body images and self-esteem. Now I realized that I had to use the language of business. So I started asking my clients about their customers. I asked them to think about what would happen if the consumers saw a model wearing an outfit, and the model was their size, their age and background, and they liked what they saw and could actually identify, because they could imagine what that outfit or what that makeup shade would look like on them. Finally some clients started to pay attention, and people started to hire my diverse models.

At this point, I graduated from high school and went to college in Toronto—and, of course, my agency went with me. We’ve steadily grown and are one of the only agencies out there that focuses on having a diverse group of models. I’ve started to talk about how the industry can change, and also what consumers can do to help make that change.

Some major corporations have caught on to this movement of diversity of beauty—for instance, Dove, Glamour magazine, and designer Mark Fast. But when you look at Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Elle, or big designers like Versace, Ralph Lauren, or Dior, they still use the same models in their shows. The ads still primarily look the same. It wasn’t enough to have case studies. Dove wasn’t enough. A small emerging designer wasn’t enough. I realized we need hard-core empirical evidence to convince the executives that there is a change in the mind-set of consumers, that people do crave authenticity. To convince these huge national brands, I’ve decided I need to provide research.

So right now I’m working on my Ph.D. at Cambridge and conducting research in eight different countries to see if women will increase their purchasing intentions if they see someone who reflects their age, size, and background, as opposed to a traditional Western beauty ideal. The evidence is very clear that women do want to see people in advertising images reflecting the reality of who they are. My research will, I hope, help change the way the industry considers beauty, and also make advertising more exciting, instead of dispiriting, to the consumer.

Fashion is fun. It’s about play, experimentation, and expressing different facets of who you are. It should not be seen as a critique of your body or yourself. Nor should it make you feel bad when you look in a mirror. It should make you look in a mirror and feel empowered, self-confident, and playful.

We have the power to challenge and redefine beauty every day through our words and actions. I love my work. I love it because I believe in it. I believe beauty belongs to all of us, and I will never stop pushing to expand the ideal of beauty until it is an authentic and empowering reflection of all of us.

WHAT ARE YOUR REVELATIONS ABOUT BEAUTY? 

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“I’m In!” A Motto for Success: Roger Birnbaum’s Commencement Speech at the University of Denver

“I’m in!” 
~ Roger Birnbaum

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Roger Birnbaum, Epiphany contributor and the current Co-Chairman and CEO of MGM Studios, accepted an honorary doctorate and gave the commencement speech at the University of Denver this year about the importance of taking risks and having the willingness to fail and say “yes” in life. His motto of “I’m in!” at many – what turned out to be – crossroad moments has led him along his extremely fulfilling and illustrious career. This is one of those inspiring, fun and uplifting talks you want to have seen and towards the end, he tells the epiphany story he shared with me for my book.

“Striving to be the best possible version of yourself and helping the people around you do the same enriches your life and always comes right back to you.”

– Roger Birnbaum, Epiphany

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