About Chel the Hypnotherapist

I know this is where I’m supposed to sound all clinical and professional as I calculate how to present whatever “truth”  might be sweeter for the masses.

But that’s just not me.

You see I don’t believe in candy coatings, B.S., or selling a soul just to pay for a latte.

Which reminds me of a great clip of Billy Idol I saw once:

As I recall it Billy Idol was doing an interview show, and some fan called in and was giving Billy crap about leaving his previous band (the punk band Generation X).

This guy, angry with Billy’s mainstream-popular solo career, called Billy Idol a sell out. (gasp!) Billy didn’t miss a beat. He said in his uber-cool tough guy english accent…

“Yeah, I sold out. Sold out bloody stadiums.” (Lip snarl. Snap. CLICK.)

It was hot.

If I could find the clip online I would post it. But I couldn’t. If you find it, PLEASE send the link to me and I will worship your uber-coolness forever.

Billy brought up a good point with that moment.

Doing good work that lots of people like is NOT being a sell out. But staying in his previous band doing work that his heart was no longer into would have been.

As humans we are meant to grow, to change, to evolve. A plant that does not grow is dead. Life requires change.

So who is Chel?

Even though I am still figuring that out each day I walk around this mysteriously beautiful earth there are some things which seem fairly consistent…

As a Midwest-raised lass I tend toward simple virtues, and high standards.

I believe in transparency.
Care.
Consideration.
Integrity.

I do not believe in lying through my teeth and calling it “being P.C.”

…And I’m pretty sure having had one grandmother who was a teacher and an artist, and another who treated every conversation like one of her court cases, mixed me up in the best, most delicious of ways!

Before I became a hypnotherapist

I worked intensively with alcoholics and drug addicts for over 11 years. So yeah, I know a bit about the strength of addictions, habits, behaviors, chemicals, and negative thinking.

I also know a little something about how beautifully powerful people can become.

 

Before that: I was a playwright who penned few screenplays in L.A. and had a small thing bought, sold and published now and again.

Before that: I traveled the planet with as few things as I could carry. It was the late 80′s and no one was doing the “see the 100 items I own” minimalist thing yet. I was just broke and didn’t know any better then showing up in a strange city with no credit card and $25 to my name.

As a 24/7 solo parent

I know all too well what it is like to have to struggle to make ends meet sometimes. I have been on food stamps, slept on couches, worked at Starbucks for the health insurance, and had an angel or two give good guidance along the way.

And my politics? I keep it pretty simple:

Monsanto is evil.
“Food Products” are designed to addict you.
And the ongoing Corporatization of American Policy Making is the biggest, most under-reported, heinous crime against the people since our Nation was founded.

(Did I mention I’m not keen on pulling punches, or mincing my words?)

Now it’s true I may not have to power to change that stuff above, but I do have to power to choose smile, even when I’m pissed.

That’s right. Whatever life tosses at me I can choose to do my best to meet it with the biggest smile & widest open-arm “HELLO GORGEOUS” I can summon at the time.

Why? Because I’m some sort of zen-mama-hypno-guru?

Heck no.

It’s just that no matter how bad stuff gets, it sure sucks less when you’re smiling!

I am responsible for leaving each step better than I found it.

I am dark chocolate sprinkled with cayenne.

I am grateful to love what I do.

And yes, that really is my sassy backside.