Previous Guest
Kimberly Spencer (she/her)
Kimberly joined Momma on December 4, 2023 live on Twitch to talk about Her Survivor Story & Overcoming Self-Limiting Stories
About Kimberly
Kimberly Spencer is an award-winning high-performance, trauma-informed coach and trainer, Amazon best-selling author, TEDx speaker, and the founder of CrownYourself.com, helping visionary leaders transform their self-limiting stories, build their empire, stand out fearlessly, and make the income and the impact they deserve.
From her entrepreneurial beginnings at five selling bags of glitter-water to her neighbors, to becoming an award-winning screenwriter, certified Pilates instructor, Miss Congeniality, and six-time WEGO Health Activist Award nominee, Kimberly is proof that it's better to make your own mold than to conform to someone else's. She's also the former executive of a national e-commerce startup and was the owner of the private Pilates studio, Fitness with Kim in Los Angeles, CA. Her work has been featured on Netflix, The CW, ESPN, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and NPR, and in Thrive Global, CNBC, and Forbes.
Socials / Links for Guest Connection
Website - https://crownyourself.com
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Pinterest - https://pinterest.com/crownyourself
Youtube - https://youtube.com/c/crownyourself
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References / Things Mentioned During the Stream
Movie Recommendation: The Pale Blue Eye
Favorite Poem: The Raven
Favorite Poem: Sonnet 116
Book Recommendation: Yes to Life: In Spite of Everything by Viktor E. Frankl
Samuel L Jackson reads Go The Fuck to Sleep by Adam Mansbach
Book Recommendation: The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle by Steven Pressfield
Book Recommendation: Turning Pro by Steven Pressfield
HARO (soon to be Connectively)
Book Recommendation: 15 Commitments of Conscious Leadership by Jim Dethmer, Diana Chapman, Kaley Warner Klemp
Book Recommendation: No-Drama Discipline: The Whole-Brain Way to Calm the Chaos and Nurture Your Child's Developing Mind by Daniel J. Siegel, Tina Payne Bryson
Book Recommendation: The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self by Alice Miller
Book Recommendation: Waking the Tiger: Healing Trauma by Peter A. Levine, Ann Frederick
Book Recommendation: Grief is Not Sacred by Jon Connelly
Book Recommendation: The Mountain Is You: Transforming Self-Sabotage Into Self-Mastery by Brianna Wiest
Episode Summary
Unveil the power within as Kimberly shares her survivor story and strategies for conquering self-limiting beliefs. Perfect for anyone ready to rewrite their own narrative and unlock their fullest potential!
Key Takeaways
Taking personal responsibility and agency for one's life is crucial for personal growth and overcoming challenges.
Embracing one's inner child and reconnecting with the joy and curiosity of childhood can bring a sense of fulfillment and happiness.
Leadership and cults can have a fine line, and it is important to recognize the difference between healthy leadership and manipulation.
Resilience is built through navigating and overcoming adversity, and it is possible to emerge stronger and more resilient.
The power of choice is always present, even in the most challenging circumstances, and it is in that gap between stimulus and response that freedom lies. The drama triangle can be flipped to empower individuals, with the victim becoming a creator, the villain becoming a challenger, and the hero becoming a coach.
Trauma-informed coaching focuses on somatics and the power of the body to heal and navigate through trauma.
Self-limiting stories are beliefs that hold individuals back due to safety, control, or social acceptance.
Practical strategies for overcoming self-limiting beliefs include changing language, environment, and thought patterns.
Asking 'what' and 'how' questions instead of 'why' can lead to more productive and empowering solutions. Personal adversity can translate into professional success if we learn from our struggles and apply the lessons to our professional life.
It's important to recognize that we are the common denominator in every area of our life and to find ways to integrate and apply what works well in one area to other areas.
Finding silver linings and practicing gratitude can help us create a more conscious and positive mindset.
Setting boundaries and monitoring our screen time can help us be more present and intentional in our personal and professional lives.
Transformation is a process that requires conscious choice and the willingness to let go of old identities and beliefs.
In this episode of Even Tacos Fall Apart, MommaFoxFire welcomed Kimberly Spencer to the show. The focus of their conversation was Kimberly's survivor story and her journey of overcoming self-limiting stories.
Throughout the interview, Kimberly emphasized the importance of taking personal responsibility and agency for one's life. She shared insights into embracing one's inner child and reconnecting with the joy and curiosity of childhood to find fulfillment and happiness. Kimberly discussed the fine line between leadership and manipulation, highlighting the significance of recognizing healthy leadership versus toxic influence.
Resilience emerged as a central theme, with Kimberly stressing that it is built through navigating and overcoming adversity. She encouraged listeners to view challenges as opportunities for growth and transformation, emerging stronger and more resilient in the process. The power of choice was a recurring theme, with Kimberly emphasizing the freedom that lies in the gap between stimulus and response.
Kimberly introduced the concept of flipping the drama triangle to empower individuals, transforming victimhood into creativity, villainy into challenge, and heroism into coaching. The conversation explored trauma-informed coaching, highlighting the importance of somatics and the body's ability to heal from trauma.
The discussion also went into self-limiting beliefs and practical strategies for overcoming them. Kimberly emphasized the significance of changing language, environment, and thought patterns to break free from limiting beliefs. By asking 'what' and 'how' questions instead of 'why,' folks can find more productive and empowering solutions.
Personal adversity, Kimberly shared, can translate into professional success when people are willing to learn from their struggles and apply the lessons to their professional lives. She underscored the importance of recognizing your role as the common denominator in every area of life and integrating successful strategies across different domains.
Gratitude and finding silver linings were highlighted as essential practices for cultivating a conscious and positive mindset. Setting boundaries and monitoring screen time were discussed as practical strategies for being more present and intentional in personal and professional life.
Overall, this conversation emphasized that transformation is a conscious choice requiring the willingness to let go of old identities and beliefs.
Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds
William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
The Raven
Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!