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Are you actually waiting? For the right moment, the courage, a magic stick to tap the back of your ear and bless you with stock, proficiency, and magnetism?
Well, here it is.
I am waving my… uh… give me a moment…
Pretend it is the wand you’ve been expecting, and let it anoint you with
the drive and decision you always hoped this day would give you.
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What to do…
when the person you thought you’d love forever
makes you sad, manipulates, cannot relate to your desire for growth?
Do you stay when you’ve grown in different directions?
Kids know how to find friends who align with them.
We need to do the same as adults.
You are not a bad person to want joy and alignment.
sutures of creativity
stitched into my brain.
mountains of experience.
peaks made from memories,
As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears. 🌤
Thinking and planning is certainly good preparation. But it takes movement and experience to grow wiser (and braver).
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. 🌻
I’m learning to be comfortable with being a bit uncomfortable. To move into a new and freshly inspired life, well… I need to become new and freshly—-you get it.
The cure for pain is in the pain. 🌵
Oh RUMI! This one gives me life. I’ve always found my stronger, wiser self inside pain. I now try to reframe “pain”. Instead of it feeling like a dagger, it feels like a turning point.
Set your life on fire and surround yourself with those that fan your flames. 🔥
I get amped by other warriors and risers. I want to hear about your transformation. I want you to brag about your courage. (Complainers need not apply).
I want to swell your head with compliments because you have done want you said you were going to do. I love to fan and applaud show-offs — the ones who are really nice people and sincerely feel joyful about what they can display! Talent inspires me. Drive makes me wake up. People who are grateful for life make the party rock.
Do you have a fave RUMI quote?
What does it move inside you?
I’d love to hear.
I hear them say to me ” hey gorgeous” or “you’re so beautiful” and I stop to question, well, they must have missed these gray hairs?
Why do I do that?
Even when I was 32 and only one day after I won a body building contest– ripped and leaner than I’d been in my entire life– I pondered whether to wear my cut-off shorts and tomato red heels to the Village for lunch.
You know, because I thought maybe my legs showed cellulite, too much water-weight on the back.
I had just won a bodybuilding show and still thought “they’re gonna find out I WAS fat just 3 months ago.”
Geezo, even with less than 10% bodyfat I felt like an imposter.
The Woman with dark brown skin, pure and unblemished. Glowing gorgeousness. A chocolate face that shines. Does she see how My breath slows when I look at her face? Maybe, she doesn’t know how exquisite she is, just as she is.
The round Woman with hips like ruby rose petals bursting in May . I think they are paintable and sculptable and climbable.
She may not know that she radiates like a maternal goddess, that she reminds me that we’re all mothering someone, even us women without our own child. She is my mirror, and I thank her for letting me see myself that way.
The Lady behind glasses masking the mystery in her knowing eyes; on a face with warrior markings, touched with reds and pinks and greens and black lines of clarity. Reading her library labeled book. A thinker, a lover of words and sounds and silence magnified.
When these women turn and catch my gaze, I let a smile stream between us.
I, too, wanna feel beautiful beyond my failed control over the gray that commands my head. I wanna feel beautiful even with the patch of cellulite on the side of my rump, when I am without pink and red powders, while wearing my writing glasses and tapping letters on my iPad, while feeling the flow of tears when I write stuff that really matters to me.
And I wanna let HER know she is– the one I’m smiling at–the lady sitting across from me on the train– the one who keeps staring at me–I want her to know she’s stunning.
Clawing for your dream to become real can be a bit exhausting, if it goes on long enough.
In order for most of us to claim our deepest desires:
to lose fat once and for all,
to cruise to a six-figure income,
to hold the keys to your beach house,
to finally caress the hand of your everlasting mate,
we need to start acting more like a kid instead of a pissed-off, overwhelmed, confused,
and irritated grown-up.
Use every pocket of me-time: when you’re in the shower, on the toilet,
or right before bed
to daydream VIVIDLY!
What’s new in your wardrobe when you’re 10 pounds lighter?
How does it feel to look at your bank statements after you’ve easily paid your credit card bill and sent extra money to your investment accounts?
Describe the kitchen and bathroom in your beach house.
What does your everlasting love say to you on Sunday morning?
Eat the foods someone 10 pounds lighter would eat.
Send money to your nieces every month.
Go to HomeDepot and select the cabinets and tiles you’re gonna use for the kitchen remodel in your beach house.
Wake up feeling that you’re seen and loved.
Actively MAKE BELIEVE your dream is real RIGHT NOW.
And like a crazy adult or a creative child, boldly PRETEND you are living your dream every single day without cease.
I remember when that lopsided tree in the backyard was one wind gust from falling down on our new house.
We closed on the house in late August. My first house. By November Hurricane Sandy almost caused our upstairs bedroom to crash into our kitchen. Sandy had pulled at least 14 trees out of the ground on surrounding streets. Welcome to the neighborhood.
I ended up leaving that little Cape Cod home anyway. My husband will continue to live in our house while we uncouple. I’ve mourned then found the calm to settle all that loss. I’m grateful for what those things were to me and what they
made helped me become.
Things aren’t permanent. Stuff might last, it might not. And I’ve tried not to hold on to stuff as tightly as I used to. It’s a daily effort.
As I watch the sky go from gray to white to regular to gray, I feel Jose’s breath coming behind Irma’s.
I’m giving to the people who’ve survived Irma in the ways that I can.
I’m also giving thanks in general. Grateful.
I’m grateful for my freedom. My freedom to change. Freedom to let go when I need to or have to.
I’m grateful for the freedom (and courage) to move onward to what calls me forward.
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