Rosanna Tomiuk's Website | Blog
Discover who you are, what you love and how to get started with Rosanna Tomiuk, former professional athlete turned high performance coach.
coaching, high performance, leadership, personal development, goals, dreams, failure, perseverance, determination, discipline,
1868
paged,page-template,page-template-blog-large-image,page-template-blog-large-image-php,page,page-id-1868,paged-7,page-paged-7,ajax_fade,page_not_loaded,,qode-theme-ver-14.4,qode-theme-bridge,disabled_footer_top,wpb-js-composer js-comp-ver-5.4.7,vc_responsive

One of North America's favourite productivity gurus, David Allen, says, "You often need to make it up in your mind before you can make it happen in your life." He calls this forward-looking focus in his best-selling book, Getting Things Done. It's all about the brain. Particulary, the reticular activating system. The reticular activating system in our brains acts like a search engine. It senses the things around us and sorts them out. What to consider? What not to consider? When you define your desired outcome, even envision WILD SUCCESS (Allen suggests), your reticular activating system brings to your conscious attention the things that match your vision.   So what are the implications? Something extraordinary happens in our minds when we create and focus on a clear picture of what we want. Our minds help us make it come true by having us notice things we would have never noticed before. CRAZY! This is the second reason (Hugues was...

My great friend, Hugues Fournel, returned home from the London 2012 Olympic games telling me he had my first Olympic song, Made It, in his head the morning of his kayak final. Yeeeeeeehaaaaa! I'm awesome!!!, I thought. But there was a problem. He wished he hadn't. Made It is an Olympic song about hope, about overcoming trials and obstacles, about believing you can do it regardless of what gets in your way. The only problem is that it is sung from a place of hope and not arrival, and when it's the morning of your Olympic final, OH BABY!!!, you want to have the mindset of ALREADY CHAMPION! So, Hugues inspired a new idea for a new song. This Sochi 2014 Olympic song, My Time, is about the moment your dream comes true! It's about the moment of champion. It's the song you want to have in your head on the day of your biggest feat. Tomorrow, I'll...

Last week, I joked around with my video director, Nic, that it'd be helpful if I had a drink before shooting these up-close-and-personal shots for my music video. It would definitely take the edge off and have me be a bit more fun. It was lunchtime, we were at an Indian restaurant, we had thirty minutes until our shoot, and they served booze. I thought I might order something for the sheer purpose of helping my performance. The question comes, "Is stuff like this really a big deal? Does it really matter?" I wasn't planning on getting hammered! But then I asked myself what the impact was if I find the courage I'm looking for outside of myself when what I need is to create it from within. They say alcoholics cease maturing emotionally at the age they become alcoholics - each time there's a challenge, it is seemingly overcome by...

This song is about emotions and wrestling through the decision of whether or not we should share what we're feeling when we're feeeeling it. The truth is, sometimes emotions need to be ignored and other times they are a radar for important issues. One night this summer, I found myself in the wrestle. Although I was dating someone, I was surprised to feel very lonely. Given the context, I didn't expect it - aren't relationships supposed to cure loneliness? I tried to analyze what I was feeling, wondering if I should share it or simply label it as emotions and carry on. Was this just my mind playing tricks on me or was there something more important to pay attention to in my relationship? What would he think if I let my walls down? In the midst of this reflection, I picked up my guitar and notebook. Here is what came forth. I also did eventually...

I was alone at home on a summer night. My new man had left town. He invited me to come with. I said no. It wasn't the right context to be going on trips together yet, I told him. So, there I was. Far from him. I made sense of my feelings by writing this song. I imagined what would potentially become or not become of us due to my decision. But I hoped he would still want me when he returned. I sang out my window from the fourth floor of our apartment complex: "Gimme love from afar!...