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More about Lisa McCourt Guest Editor on PsychoSpiritual Lisa McCourt teaches the art of joy through groundbreaking techniques that guarantee radical authenticity and genuine self-love. Author of the recently-released Juicy Joy – 7 Simple Steps to Your Glorious, Gutsy Self (Hay House), she has transformed the lives of thousands through her popular trainings. Lisa’s bestselling books have won 7 publishing awards and garnered praise from over 200 reviewers. They’ve been featured on Lifetime TV, Fox News, CNN and PBS; been translated into 11 languages; and have sold over five and a half million copies. But she wasn’t always a bliss-goddess of joy and juice. Lisa says:
I am the poster child for the popular Richard Bach quote, “We teach what we need to learn.” At 14, I read Wayne Dyer’s Your Erroneous Zones, taking copious notes and copying passages from it into my journal. I’m sure the title’s wordplay was lost on me, but the book’s message wasn’t. From that moment on, I was hooked on unraveling the mysteries of true joy. In college I was so fascinated with comparative religion that a maverick psychology professor allowed me to create a credited independent study program on the overlap between modern metaphysics and ancient spiritual thought.
I went on to devour every pop-psych and metaphysical book or training I could find, taking dozens of the most notable courses and working with some of the world’s top coaches and gurus. What I appreciated most about all of these experiences was how remarkably similar they were, and how their principles almost always were based in the ancient truths I’d learned from my comparative religion studies.
My life-long passion for personal development seemed to be serving me well. It was good stuff and I was a diligent pupil. Early on, I became a powerful manifester who created an adult life that was, by all objective measures, fantastic. I had a wonderful, supportive husband and two sweet, smart, kids, a beautiful home in my favorite part of the country, stellar health; time for volunteer work; plenty of friends; and a successful, dream career as a speaker and bestselling author of parenting books and children’s books that were selling millions of copies.
And I was always the cheerful one. Everywhere I went, people commented on my smile, my agreeable nature. I always looked the part—to anyone who might be forming any opinion of me, anywhere. The right suburban car, the right clothes, the right social life, the great kids in the great schools, brought up by the best parenting principles.
It’s not like I even consciously felt the lie. I told myself everything was perfect all the time. It had to be. Perfect, perfect, all the time. What would happen if I stopped being perfect for a second? Devastation. If I stopped being perfect, who would love me? And without perpetual love from everyone around me, how would I survive?
It sounds ridiculous, but that was the core belief I uncovered. If I stopped smiling, if I stopped pleasing, if I stopped doing the dance everyone enjoyed me doing because it made their lives easier, or lighter, or whatever—if I stopped any of that for even a second, the love-well would surely run dry and I’d shrivel up into a hard, cold, ball of ash and disintegrate into nothing. So I couldn’t stop. Ever.
And if I started to feel empty and vacuous and lifeless inside, as long as I kept playing all the right parts on the outside, I’d be okay. Maybe with the right affirmations, or with the next self-help book, or the next seminar, I’d be able to patch that up without anyone ever being the wiser. And if I couldn’t patch it up, at least I was always really, really good at hiding it, and as long as it stayed hidden, everything would be fine.
I woke up one day to the regrettable realization that despite all of the work I’d done, there was a substantial layer I’d yet to crack. I’d accumulated a wealth of supremely valuable knowledge, but I’d only been applying it to half of me—the half I could bear to own, the identity I’d so painstakingly crafted. I’d been unwittingly plastering layer upon layer of spiritual platitudes over a damaged and wounded core that I had never dared acknowledge, much less dive fearlessly into.
Out of that critical awareness, Juicy Joy was born. With laser-like clarity, I suddenly knew that authenticity and self-love were the keys to the kingdom. Without them, nothing else can bring you joy. With them, nothing can fail to bring you joy.
For me, becoming authentic meant deconstructing much of the life I’d created so that I could construct a life that genuinely matched my core.
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