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Get Untamed: The Journal (How to Quit Pleasing and Start Living)
This stunning hardcover journal is a bold, interactive guide to discovering and creating the truest, most beautiful lives, families, and world we can imagine, based on the #1 New York Times bestseller Untamed.
"We must stop asking people for directions to places they've never been. Every life is an unprecedented experiment. We are all pioneers. I created Get Untamed: The Journal as an interactive experience in charting our own way-so we can let burn that which is not true and beautiful enough and get started building what is." -Glennon Doyle
With Untamed, Glennon Doyle-writer, activist, and "patron saint of female empowerment" (People)-ignited a movement. Untamed has been described as "a wake-up call" (Tracee Ellis Ross), "an anthem for women today" (Kristen Bell), and a book that "will shake your brain and make your soul scream" (Adele). Glennon now offers a new way of journaling, one that reveals how we can stop striving to meet others' expectations-because when we finally learn that satisfying the world is impossible, we quit pleasing and start living. Whether or not you have read Untamed, this journal leads you to rediscover, and begin to trust, your own inner-voice.
Full of thought-provoking exercises, beloved quotations from Untamed, compelling illustrations, playful and meditative coloring pages, and an original introduction, in Get Untamed: The Journal, Glennon guides us through the process of examining the aspects of our lives that can make us feel caged. This revolutionary method for uprooting culturally-constructed ideas shows us how to discover for ourselves what we want to keep and what we'll let burn so that we can build lives by design instead of default.
A one-of-a-kind journal experience, Get Untamed proves Glennon's philosophy that "imagination is not where we go to escape reality, but where we go to remember it."
"We must stop asking people for directions to places they've never been. Every life is an unprecedented experiment. We are all pioneers. I created Get Untamed: The Journal as an interactive experience in charting our own way-so we can let burn that which is not true and beautiful enough and get started building what is." -Glennon Doyle
With Untamed, Glennon Doyle-writer, activist, and "patron saint of female empowerment" (People)-ignited a movement. Untamed has been described as "a wake-up call" (Tracee Ellis Ross), "an anthem for women today" (Kristen Bell), and a book that "will shake your brain and make your soul scream" (Adele). Glennon now offers a new way of journaling, one that reveals how we can stop striving to meet others' expectations-because when we finally learn that satisfying the world is impossible, we quit pleasing and start living. Whether or not you have read Untamed, this journal leads you to rediscover, and begin to trust, your own inner-voice.
Full of thought-provoking exercises, beloved quotations from Untamed, compelling illustrations, playful and meditative coloring pages, and an original introduction, in Get Untamed: The Journal, Glennon guides us through the process of examining the aspects of our lives that can make us feel caged. This revolutionary method for uprooting culturally-constructed ideas shows us how to discover for ourselves what we want to keep and what we'll let burn so that we can build lives by design instead of default.
A one-of-a-kind journal experience, Get Untamed proves Glennon's philosophy that "imagination is not where we go to escape reality, but where we go to remember it."
Readers Top Reviews
mandykepnerPaige Les
This journal is wonderful! I would definitely recommend reading or listening to the book/audiobook first so you can get a good understanding of why the author is asking these questions in the journal and help you answer them more honestly.
AS
I could not wait for Get Untamed to arrive. Twenty pages in and I am already in love with this journal. It's gorgeous, thought-provoking—and equal parts meditative and stirring. Highly recommend for yourself and everyone on your holiday list.
Z
I am about half way through the book Untamed which I have really enjoyed. This journal is such an amazing extension of the book. The things that came up for me while reading are given a place to be written with this journal. If you enjoyed Untamed or the sound of the book you'll enjoy this journal. I love all of the prompts and how they help me really reflect on my thought processes.
Ashley
I’ve only worked through the first ten pages or so but I can already tell this is going to be transformative. Glennon is asking the right questions to help us find the answers within ourselves. Grateful for this book! 🧡
Susan
Beautiful journal that truly invites the reader/participant to think about how to get from limiting believes to being a true g*ddamn cheetah! This is the ultimate partner to my beloved copy of Untamed and I highly recommend this to anyone wanting to live a bigger, fuller, more honest life.
Short Excerpt Teaser
The moment I met my wife, Abby, my entire being said: There She Is.
It was like the voice that was becoming clearer and louder ever since I got sober fifteen years earlier had finally shouted.
When I met Abby, it was just weeks before Love Warrior-my memoir about the healing of my marriage after my husband's infidelities; the book that Oprah had chosen for her Book Club, and which was being touted as "An Epic Marriage Redemption Story"-was to be released.
When I met Abby, it was bad timing.
But when I met Abby, I knew that I was meant to love her and be loved by her. I knew in the way we pretend not to know terribly inconvenient, scary, true things. I knew like I knew when I looked down at that positive pregnancy test fifteen years earlier-hungover, addicted, and alone-that I was meant to become a mother to Chase, my first baby. I knew like I knew when I began typing and saw my hidden, wild self appear in black letters on a blank white screen that I was made to be a writer.
I knew I was meant to be with Abby. I just knew.
My friends pointed to my kids and said: This will destroy them.
My colleagues pointed to my career: This will destroy all that you've built.
Oh my God. They all said: You will lose everything!
And I shook as I decided: Okay, then. I guess I must lose this life to find my next one.
I left my husband and lost my marriage. My kids lost the idea that their parents could or would protect them from pain. I lost readers and speaking events. Christian leaders wrote scathing pieces excommunicating me, and I lost a belonging I'd sometimes felt inside of church.
It was all hard. But it was finally the right kind of hard. I lost and lost and lost. But I also found. For the first time, I found integrity, freedom, and comfort inside my sexuality, family, faith, and skin.
I'm not saying the secret to happiness is leaving your partner for an Olympian. I don't even believe in happily ever after. My aim is not to feel happy, it's to feel everything. I don't need happy, I need alive. In order to finally come to life, I had to trust myself for the first time. I had to trade acceptance for freedom and love. I had to abandon everyone else's expectations of me so I could stop abandoning myself. I had to quit pleasing to start living.
When Abby told my mother that she was going to propose to me, my mother cried and said, "I have not seen my daughter this alive since she was ten years old."
This alive.
When we're young, we're all feelings, imagination, and intuition. We don't have two selves yet. We're integrated. But somewhere between the ages of seven and twelve we begin to internalize our social conditioning. We learn that we are not good enough, beautiful enough, cool enough, safe enough, worthy enough as we are. We see all the ways that our real selves are not fit for public consumption. So we slowly surrender our true, wild selves to become who our families, peers, religions, and cultures tell us we should be. We abandon who we are to become who the world wants us to be. We are tamed by shame. We split in two: our tender inside self and our representative self, the one we send out into the world. Over time, we forget our wild self-she's buried beneath the world's ideals and expectations.
But every once in a while, we still hear from her, don't we? Each time we feel an ache of discontent or a spark of aliveness-that's her, trying to get our attention, insisting to us that good enough is not good enough, waiting for us to return to her, to set her free. When we quit ignoring her, we resurrect. We come alive, to the self and life we were meant for before we were tamed by shame. That's what happened when I allowed myself to love and be loved by Abby. That is what my mom was seeing in my eyes: me again.
There She Is. It was not about seeing Abby. It was about finally seeing Me. Resurrected. Alive.
But I almost missed all of this. At first, I decided to let Abby go, to bury my wild self again and to return to my broken marriage. I decided this because I was so desperate to be a "good" mother to my three children. I'd been conditioned to believe that a good mother never hurts her children, and she certainly doesn't break up her family.
One day, I told my therapist about Abby. I'd been working with this therapist for years, so she knew the struggle of my marriage. She knew about the infidelities. She knew it all. She listened to me and then she said: "Glennon. This ‘love' for Abby is not real. It's a distraction. You are a mother, and you have responsibilities."
Later that night, I was sitting behind my daughter Tish, in front of a mirror, braiding her h...
It was like the voice that was becoming clearer and louder ever since I got sober fifteen years earlier had finally shouted.
When I met Abby, it was just weeks before Love Warrior-my memoir about the healing of my marriage after my husband's infidelities; the book that Oprah had chosen for her Book Club, and which was being touted as "An Epic Marriage Redemption Story"-was to be released.
When I met Abby, it was bad timing.
But when I met Abby, I knew that I was meant to love her and be loved by her. I knew in the way we pretend not to know terribly inconvenient, scary, true things. I knew like I knew when I looked down at that positive pregnancy test fifteen years earlier-hungover, addicted, and alone-that I was meant to become a mother to Chase, my first baby. I knew like I knew when I began typing and saw my hidden, wild self appear in black letters on a blank white screen that I was made to be a writer.
I knew I was meant to be with Abby. I just knew.
My friends pointed to my kids and said: This will destroy them.
My colleagues pointed to my career: This will destroy all that you've built.
Oh my God. They all said: You will lose everything!
And I shook as I decided: Okay, then. I guess I must lose this life to find my next one.
I left my husband and lost my marriage. My kids lost the idea that their parents could or would protect them from pain. I lost readers and speaking events. Christian leaders wrote scathing pieces excommunicating me, and I lost a belonging I'd sometimes felt inside of church.
It was all hard. But it was finally the right kind of hard. I lost and lost and lost. But I also found. For the first time, I found integrity, freedom, and comfort inside my sexuality, family, faith, and skin.
I'm not saying the secret to happiness is leaving your partner for an Olympian. I don't even believe in happily ever after. My aim is not to feel happy, it's to feel everything. I don't need happy, I need alive. In order to finally come to life, I had to trust myself for the first time. I had to trade acceptance for freedom and love. I had to abandon everyone else's expectations of me so I could stop abandoning myself. I had to quit pleasing to start living.
When Abby told my mother that she was going to propose to me, my mother cried and said, "I have not seen my daughter this alive since she was ten years old."
This alive.
When we're young, we're all feelings, imagination, and intuition. We don't have two selves yet. We're integrated. But somewhere between the ages of seven and twelve we begin to internalize our social conditioning. We learn that we are not good enough, beautiful enough, cool enough, safe enough, worthy enough as we are. We see all the ways that our real selves are not fit for public consumption. So we slowly surrender our true, wild selves to become who our families, peers, religions, and cultures tell us we should be. We abandon who we are to become who the world wants us to be. We are tamed by shame. We split in two: our tender inside self and our representative self, the one we send out into the world. Over time, we forget our wild self-she's buried beneath the world's ideals and expectations.
But every once in a while, we still hear from her, don't we? Each time we feel an ache of discontent or a spark of aliveness-that's her, trying to get our attention, insisting to us that good enough is not good enough, waiting for us to return to her, to set her free. When we quit ignoring her, we resurrect. We come alive, to the self and life we were meant for before we were tamed by shame. That's what happened when I allowed myself to love and be loved by Abby. That is what my mom was seeing in my eyes: me again.
There She Is. It was not about seeing Abby. It was about finally seeing Me. Resurrected. Alive.
But I almost missed all of this. At first, I decided to let Abby go, to bury my wild self again and to return to my broken marriage. I decided this because I was so desperate to be a "good" mother to my three children. I'd been conditioned to believe that a good mother never hurts her children, and she certainly doesn't break up her family.
One day, I told my therapist about Abby. I'd been working with this therapist for years, so she knew the struggle of my marriage. She knew about the infidelities. She knew it all. She listened to me and then she said: "Glennon. This ‘love' for Abby is not real. It's a distraction. You are a mother, and you have responsibilities."
Later that night, I was sitting behind my daughter Tish, in front of a mirror, braiding her h...
