A Weekend to Change Your Life: Find Your Authentic Self after a Lifetime of Being All Things to All People

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New York Times bestselling author Joan Anderson gives women practical advice and inspiration for building creative, independent, and fulfilling lives through discovering who they truly are and who they can be.

Joan Anderson's bestselling A Year by the Sea revealed a far larger than expected constituency, in the form of thousands of women struggling to realize their full potential. After years of focusing on the needs of others as a wife and mother, Anderson devoted a year to ...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author Joan Anderson gives women practical advice and inspiration for building creative, independent, and fulfilling lives through discovering who they truly are and who they can be.

Joan Anderson's bestselling A Year by the Sea revealed a far larger than expected constituency, in the form of thousands of women struggling to realize their full potential. After years of focusing on the needs of others as a wife and mother, Anderson devoted a year to rediscovering herself and reinvigorating her dreams. The questions she asked herself and the insights she gained became the core of the popular weekend workshops Anderson developed to help women figure out how—after being all things to all people—they can finally become what they need to be for themselves. A Weekend to Change Your Life brings Anderson's techniques to women everywhere, providing a step-by-step path readers can follow at their own pace.

Drawing on her own life and on the experiences of the women she meets at her workshops, Anderson shows women how to move beyond the roles they play in relationship to others and reclaim their individuality. Through gentle instruction, she illuminates the rewards of nurturing long-neglected talents, revitalizing plans sacrificed to the demands of family life, and redefining oneself by embracing new possibilities.

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Joan Anderson earned a place in the sun with her memoir A Year by the Sea, which told of a soul-cleansing sabbatical from her dormant life. Since then, she has developed a program (Weekend by the Sea Retreats) to help women replenish and refocus their lives. In A Weekend to Change Your Life, she describes retreat exercises and activities designed to facilitate change and growth at every stage of life. A gentle way to get back in touch with yourself.
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“Anderson’s warm, inviting tone will appeal to women who feel, as she did, that they need time and space to reinvent themselves.” —Publishers Weekly

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In her popular A Year by the Sea, Anderson wrote about a time she chose to live apart from her husband on Cape Cod in order to better understand herself. Anderson has turned her private retreat into a program, Weekend by the Sea Retreats, to help women learn how to have a full life apart from the needs and demands of spouses, children, aging parents and careers. Here, Anderson shares the exercises and activities she has developed to encourage change and growth. She draws on Erik Erikson's eight stages of life from infancy to old age and suggests listing the gains and losses from each phase in order to identify one's personal strengths. Another technique is the beach walk, which allows women to get in touch with their bodies and emotions as they trek alone on the shore, collecting shells, rocks and driftwood, swimming, or drawing pictures in the sand. Anderson's warm, inviting tone will appeal to women who feel, as she did, that they need time and space to reinvent themselves. (Apr. 4) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Anderson provides a blueprint for women who are struggling to find themselves. Drawing from Erik Erikson's life stages, her own experience spending a year apart from her family, and the Weekend by the Sea retreats, she offers exercises for cherishing one's body, hearing one's own inner voices, and being bold enough to act new in old places. While the title indicates that this regeneration can take place in a weekend, most readers will probably take longer to complete the exercises. This book is not for everyone, but it will resonate strongly with fans of Anderson's best sellers A Year by the Sea and An Unfinished Marriage. For larger libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 12/05.] Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780767920551
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/10/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 496,416
  • Product dimensions: 5.18 (w) x 7.99 (h) x 0.57 (d)

Meet the Author


Joan Anderson is the New York Times bestselling author of A Year by the Sea, A Walk on the Beach, and The Second Journey.

Renée Raudman is a multi-award-winning audiobook narrator and actor. A multiple Audie Award nominee, she has earned a number of AudioFile Earphones Awards, and her narration of Homer's Odyssey by Gwen Cooper was selected by Library Journal as one of the best audiobooks of 2009.

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Wake Up, Sister. It's Your Turn

"There is a fallow time for the spirit when the soil is barren because of sheer exhaustion."
Howard Thurman

Recognize That You Are Lost

A full life requires cultivation. The minute we take our hands off the plow, fail to reseed, forget to fertilize, we've lost our crop. And yet most women I know have, in the service of some greater good, let their very lives wilt on the vine.

Having been taught the fine art of accommodation, most of us have developed a knack for selfless behavior. We've dulled our personal lives while propping up everyone else's, and we're no longer able even to imagine having any sort of adventure, romance, meaning, or purpose for ourselves. In short, we've gotten way off track and taken the wrong road to self-satisfaction, foolishly thinking that, after all of the doing, giving, trying, and overworking, someone will offer us a reward. But Prince Charming was a bad joke, and all the fairy godmothers are dead. Instead of happy ever after, most of us end up with the ache. We wake up each day with an inner gnawing, a hunger for more, a craving for an overhaul, but we are too listless, tired, or depressed to do anything about it. We have spent the greater part of our lives pouring ourselves out like pitchers. No wonder we feel so empty. But we lack the necessary energy, a helpful roadmap, and any type of guidance and support. Well, it's time to change all of that.

The first step is to recognize that you are lost. In Ingmar Bergman's film Face to Face, Jenny, an accomplished yet empty woman, says: "We [women] act the part. We learn the lines. We know what people want us to say. In the end, it's not even deliberate, because we are so very conscientious about our behavior." It may seem almost impossible to get back behind the habit of performance to that raw-material person we once were. But it's not.

I was a suburban mother of two sons, a supportive wife to a busy man, a devoted daughter and daughter-in-law to four aging parents, and a reliable nurturer to multiple members of our extended family and friends. Chained to my agenda and telephone, I prided myself on being a multi-tasking wonder, fixing, along the way, my share of scraped knees, hurt feelings, and even some of my friends' failing marriages. Just call on me and I would happily run the school bazaar, handle the pledge drive for church, slice the oranges and pour the Gatorade for soccer and basketball games, all the while writing features for a local newspaper in order to earn some petty cash for extras. My calendar was so full that I took to taping extra paper onto the margins.

I would jump out of bed in the morning, throw on some clothes, make breakfast, pack the lunches, wave goodbye to everyone, clean up the kitchen, go for my walk, run errands, tackle my work assignments, return to the kitchen to prepare dinner and then do another round of cleanup, kiss everyone good night, and finally fall back into bed. For the most part, I performed so well that no one else even bothered to pitch in. If people did, I usually pushed their help away, confident that I had everything under control.

I was frenzied, but I felt important and full of my accomplishments. After all, didn't I produce the most beautiful dinner parties, holidays, and special family events? I was helping others, and both their progress and their smiles seemed like reward enough for me. My self-worth came from being the resident caretaker. It was as if I had been bred for the role.

In hindsight, I see that the training began back in puberty, when my body took on a life of its own. Once the hormones began to pop, the next forty years mapped themselves out for me. I was no stronger than my urge to mate, procreate, caretake--swept along all the way by the rush of giddy excitement, desire, and role-playing.

But eventually there was a downside to being this invisible sustainer, a hovering sense that I wasn't really as fulfilled as I thought. A pang of doubt would often sneak up on me unawares, when, for instance, my mother would help me serve dinner and repeat her age-old mantra: "Mothers always eat the chicken wings." It was a joke that went back to the Depression era, when a clever housewife was able to feed a family of six on one tiny roasted chicken. Yet, every time I heard my mother talk about taking the least desirable part of the bird, I felt sorry for her. After all, weren't mothers important? Didn't they need nutrition just as much as anyone else?

The doubting thoughts and questions became more frequent when our sons went to college. Blank spaces began to appear on the calendar, and I suddenly had too much time to spare. What should I do now? Distressingly, I hadn't the faintest idea. Enthralled with nurturing others, I had all but forgotten that I, too, had needs, desires, and goals. So I huddled with my girlfriends as we sipped too much wine and complained about our plight. We were all waking up to the stark reality that none of us had bothered to invest in our individual futures. What's more, my friend Cheryl concluded, "You don't get a gold watch for menopause!"

Searching for ways to assuage our ache, we began renting films about women at the crossroads, just to see how each protagonist found her way out of the quagmire. Ellen Burstyn ran away in Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore, as did Shirley Valentine in the movie of the same name. Jill Clayburgh escaped into a series of affairs in An Unmarried Woman, and poor Gena Rowlands simply went crazy in A Woman Under the Influence.

None of these stories really offered us a strong solution, so we each went our separate ways. Virginia applied to law school; Adelia got her real-estate license; Judy, a recent widow, took a lover, and together they started traveling the world; Helen "came out"; Julie embraced the joys of grandmothering; and Cheryl ran off to her favorite island in Maine with her husband. I applauded my friends' actions, but their particular choices seemed to me to be more about finding something to do or a new relationship that would serve to distract them from their ache. I was craving something else; I just couldn't seem to put my finger on it.

I suppose I was hoping for a sign or event--some kind of ritual to occur that would free me up for a new course and identity. There were rituals to be sure: my sons graduated from college and moved into their own homes; one got married; another engaged; my father died; my husband turned fifty. But all of these transitions revolved around others. Although I was intimately involved in and changed by these events, none of them put the focus on me. Once again I was producing special-occasion moments and then feeling let down after the intensity of the event dissolved.

Then, one Christmas, during a visit to the married children, I truly began to understand that I had to stop looking for help from others; any change in my life was mine to initiate. From the moment Robin and I arrived, I felt very much out of place. The children had a clear vision for the holiday, and though they had included touches from both of their families, most of the plans were unfamiliar to me. What was worse, all of my offers to help seemed to fall on deaf ears. I repeated to myself that children have to reject us in order to get on with their lives. But I wasn't prepared to handle the power shift, or my brand-new role as bit player. So I took to retreating to the bedroom to hide my awkwardness. I had learned long ago that the Chinese character for "conflict" is two women under the same roof, and regardless of my own discomfort, I was determined to have none of that.

If truth be told, I wanted my old role back. I wanted to continue to design and control the traditions--to make my grandmother's coffee cake, open our stockings, and then have brunch before presents, complete with eggs Benedict. But I had realized long ago that staying in the "I want" place was ego-driven--I want to still be important to my sons, I want holidays to be my way, I want traditions to stay as I have always dictated them. I needed to let go of my wants and start concentrating on "I am" in order to find a new life and the bliss I sought. It was time to take charge of becoming a new me, and the first step was to admit that I was lost.

Soon after Christmas, something strange happened that forced me to listen to my invitation further. I developed a sensation in my throat that gradually made it almost impossible to swallow. Esophageal cancer, I thought, or, at the very least, a bad case of acid reflux! I raced off to my internist in a panic. After several tests, she concluded that the presenting symptoms amounted to nothing. Rather than a prescription, she handed me a book she had just read, You Can Heal Your Life, by Louise Hay. In this little book, Hay explains how negative emotions and high anxiety frequently produce pain--the body's way of telling us to change our patterns and live differently. In my case, I had to admit that I simply couldn't swallow the way I was living anymore. So, despite my fears, the lonely work of finding a new self commenced.

The psychiatrist I had started seeing applauded my realizations. "Good for you for wanting to be your own heroine," she said. "It's difficult, isolating work. You've got to break with the patterns of your past--not an easily achievable endeavor for a compassionate woman such as yourself, but well worth the effort." Although she continued to raise my consciousness, she didn't tell me how to break from these stultifying patterns, how to appease my inner gnawing, or how to become my own heroine. I remained puzzled, at a loss as to how to proceed, and I continued to struggle with feelings of apathy, tedium, and stagnation.

A Leap of Faith

That's when fate intervened. My husband announced that he had found an exciting new job in a neighboring state and that we would be moving in two months. We, I found myself thinking--what gives with the assumed we? As I listened in disbelief, I found myself countering with a plan of my own--I would view his opportunity as a chance to do something for myself and take a short refuge in our Cape Cod cottage. The words were out of my mouth before they were formed, and I shocked us both. Previously after being loose-tongued, I would backslide and apologize for my desires and opinions. This time I didn't. Instinct told me to hold to the course.

But taking a leap is one thing--landing on your feet is quite another. It was an impulsive decision, to be sure, and I hadn't the faintest idea what I was in for until I arrived at the cottage, with no one there to greet me and no agenda for distraction.

Unlocking the door and walking into a place darkened by shades was anticlimactic in light of the commotion that had surrounded the announcement of my great escape. I quickly whipped the covers off the fading furniture and threw open the windows to clear the air of must. But nothing I did made me feel any less uncomfortable in this familiar place. So I hurriedly left my empty nest and raced off to the sea. Walking on the beach has always cured my jitters, and I eagerly anticipated the exhilaration of frothy waves and wild surf. Instead, I found a glassy sea with no visible energy or motion. On closer inspection, I noticed the familiar circle that indicates that it must be ebb tide--the time when the sea is neither coming in or going out, simply turning itself around. Perhaps, I concluded, the ebbing sea was meant as a sign for me to indulge in a sort of psychic slumber--that I, too, was to ebb--that being in neutral for a while might help soothe my aching soul.

For the next several days, I packed my duffel and went to the beach, plotting my arrival in time for the ebb. As I squatted in the dunes, gathering my knees up close to my chest and rocking to the rhythm of the water, I tried to look backward to discern a vision I must have had for my life before it ran amuck.

Although I could remember numerous events from long ago, the recent year was a total blur. It took hours to recall even the smallest detail, let alone the big moments. But, sticking with the exercise, I was finally able to recall my birthday, a trip out west, getting a writing assignment from a magazine, and being bedridden with a bad back. Once I had the year in focus, I spent a rainy day reflecting on each event: was it fun, exciting, difficult, unfortunate, sad, depressing? For the most part, my memory remained sketchy, and many of the experiences, in retrospect, just seemed downright exhausting.

I decided to put squares around all the exhausting moments, triangles around those that were exhilarating, hearts around any moments shared with my husband, and, finally, circles around those activities that had been just for me. When I looked at the whole picture, I was more than startled. The page was, for the most part, all squares! What had started out as a little exercise turned into a major eye-opener. Surely I was living more for others than for myself, and I had given a lot more pleasure than I had received. I was exhausted, and what's more, it was my own fault. I had become an unwitting victim of my own obsessive planning, facilitating, and organizing!

The saddest example of all was our son's wedding. Because the bride's family lived so far away, I was left to organize the wedding on a tight budget. Although I thought I was having fun, I got so caught up in the minutiae of making sure it was perfect (of course) that I simply didn't remember a thing. Days later, I frantically ran off to have the film developed so I could see, and, I hoped, recall, all the pageantry and splendor that I had missed.

Give Your Life the Focus It Deserves

I'm slowly coming to the conclusion that it takes time and stillness to ask yourself during and after both major and minor events how you actually felt about them. "How did I feel about the surprise party I gave my husband?" Now, I don't mean: "How did the cake turn out? Did the guests have a good time? Did he like his presents? Was it better than the party he had thrown for me?" I mean: "How did I feel? Did I enjoy doing it? Was the work exhausting or exhilarating? If I had it to do over again, would I even have had the party? What did I want for myself going into this party, and did I get it?" These are not questions we ask ourselves when we are busy sustaining others and playing the roles.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Reading Group Guide

1. In the book’s introduction, Joan tells us “I was once so emptied by answering to everyone else’s needs and expectations that I was desperate. Simply showing up for life no longer sustained me.” How does the concept of “simply showing up for life” apply to you? What were your signs that this approach was no longer sustaining you?

2. Joan’s pre-weekend topics include the “Cluttered Calendar.” What patterns or themes did you uncover while sorting through the activities that depleted you, and choosing new indulgences that invigorate you? What do your favorite activities say about the person you were truly meant to be?

3. As you began the first Friday chapter, “The Importance of Retreat,” how did your definition of “retreat” shift? What did you most want to walk away from? What did you think you would be least likely to walk away from?

4. Which admired relative did you choose for the inspiration exercise? How did she assert her independence? What would she say to you now, if she were participating in the retreat with you?

5. As you studied your development through childhood pictures, did the images surprise you? How have other relatives responded to these photos and memories? Do their recollections of you match your recollections of yourself?

6. Joan Erikson became one of the author’s greatest teachers in the art of cultivating a fulfilling life. Who can serve as the Joan Erikson in your life? Whom would you like to mentor in these arts?

7. How did the Eriksons’ eight-stage life cycle compare to the milestones you were raised to expect? What strengths did you celebrate while weaving your life-cycle tapestry?

8. How did you react to the solitude of your Saturday sojourn? What did you discover about your mind and your body as you allowed yourself time to explore an open space, without an itinerary? Did nature greet you with a “welcome,” as the seals sometimes do for Joan’s beachcombers?

9. What was it like to write a letter to yourself capturing the process of this awakening? Did you find yourself using a particular tone or voice in the letter? Was your previous self-talk supportive and tender?

10. What areas of your life seemed the most challenging to match with the balance wheel in the Sunday Morning chapter? How did you meet the challenge? What areas of Self will receive renewed attention from you?

11. How many new directions did you uncover in the crossroads exercise? What habits, people, obligations, and emotions will you ditch in the process of exploring possibilities? When is the next retreat you have promised yourself? What transformations do you anticipate experiencing before then?

12. What were your impressions of the re-entry phase? How has your perspective on life changed? How have others’ perceptions of you changed?

13. Near the end of her Afterword, Joan writes that she worried about son’s “endurance runs” until she experienced one with him. “It’s the hard that makes it great,” he tells her. What is the best way to distinguish between hard challenges that harm us and hard challenges that help us fulfill our potential?

14. How do women’s lives generally differ from men’s? Why do so many women find it unimportant to care for themselves, though they go to extraordinary measures to care for others? What can turn this tide?

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  • Posted December 31, 2012

    We love Joan! Her insight in invaluable to women who feel they

    We love Joan! Her insight in invaluable to women who feel they have done it all, yet do not feel fulfilled. Buy her books or better yet attend one of her weekend retreats!

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