03/04/2026
Last week, when I wrote about “Clarity Anchors Us”, the story below framed my thinking around my insights. I'm letting you into my thoughts and the backstory. Here we go!
Speaking on a stage where I can share my story and life lessons that might encourage someone else is a growing desire. So I jumped at a chance to share down in Miami.
Three-hour drive to Miami. Heightened my excitement.
I was nervous, excited, and (I thought that I was) ready.
I even recorded and posted a video on the way down, sharing my excitement.
But things didn’t go as planned.
The hours leading up to the event almost kept me from speaking.
It wasn’t my nerves.
It wasn’t my talk.
I GAVE MY POWER AWAY!
Here is what happened.
The four speakers and the host met in a conference room that day to prepare our talks and discuss how the event would go. What should have felt empowering and collaborative felt… diminishing.
I was interrupted.
Talked over.
Dismissed.
What happened inside? A fimilar old voice came rushing back:
“Stay small.
Stay silent.
You don’t have anything valuable enough to say.
You are nothing.”
I walked out of that room deflated, believing I had nothing important to share.
But Brittney saw me.
She wasn’t even speaking that night. She came to learn. Throughout the day, she noticed the shift in me. She saw my confident, funny, insightful self fade. As we left the room, she walked silently beside me. At the right time, she said exactly what I needed to hear:
“You are amazing, Marla. All you’re missing is confidence.”
She didn’t let me disappear into myself.
Brittney reminded me of who I was and coached me through the false beliefs battling in my brain.
Hours later, I stood on that stage.
The host had no idea what his words had stirred, and honestly, he was no longer the point.
What I knew standing in front of that audience was this:
My story is important.
My reasons for being there were real.
The people in front of me deserved my best.
So I grounded myself.
Took a breath.
And spoke.
In a strange way, I forgot myself… so I could fully be myself.
Impostor syndrome avoided.
I spoke as my authentic self. And afterward, people came up to me to share how my words impacted them. They were deeply moved, they cried, they were inspired.
Thank you, Brittney. Thank you for seeing me and speaking truth.
Who has been your Brittney?
And have you ever been someone else’s?