I’m sure you’ve heard that expression.
Some breakdowns are massive. Obvious. Ridiculously painful. And usually feel never-ending.
Some, however, are almost unrecognizable. If we are not tuned in, in fact, we may miss it altogether and “just” chalk it up to a bad day.
Some breakdowns feel like you’re standing in the middle of the room looking at your life as it is piled around you — a heap of junk that’s all broken apart and ugly.
Some breakdowns feel like ugh, I am too lazy to give a damn about anything today.
Whichever breakdown it is, it can be comforting to know your breakthrough is soooo close! You can’t push, pull, prod your way there faster. You have to go through the tunnel first.
Did you know that as the butterfly struggles to break free from the cocoon, that if you helped and opened it up just a bit for her, she would die? Her struggle is part of her breakthrough.
The same holds true for you.
Someone can lovingly...
𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀.
I’ve found She requires space. She requires respect. She requires time — not necessarily hours and hours, but time as in I’m not in a hurry to have Her come for a visit.
After spending a good year dancing with Her, it’s time for me to include YOU.
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶?
If yes, then listen up and say 𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮.
I am ready to play with the mysteriousness of Her.
I am ready to meet this aspect of myself — and believe me, if you are remotely ready, She’s been playing and teasing. Perhaps you’ve just not recognized it as such.
Let’s do this. And let’s do this together!
𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 I will be hosting a free event for you to Meet Her.
One of the most surreal things about the death of someone you love is going back into their home. Standing amidst their life, their things can be very swirling. The unkept quality of the everyday mundane things: the fork on a plate with a few bites of food remaining. The untidy bathroom. The dirty laundry in the hamper.
These things speak to the suddenness of their leaving us. While the person has been set free of their body, their pain, their life, we remain with the task of sifting through their lives in ways we don’t typically think about: the random note on a piece of paper tucked inside a book. A phone number for an unknown individual. We get to wonder at choices they made that reflected a part of them we had not met.
And if you’re like me, some objects bring memories flooding back — some happy, some sad, some regretful. And then we get to work through the emotions that come along with those memories.
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I was presented with an award last week.
For being Self-Led!
I am so honored, thrilled and excited. Why? because someone actually SEES the act of being self-led as awardable.
Let me explain.
I am someone who seeks out opportunities to learn, to gain access to information and communities that will make me better, impart a skill I need, shift a mindset I have AND THEN ACTS UPON IT.
As a coach and mentor, I encounter many people who want these same things, but they don’t take action — action to get herself in the room, take out the credit card and invest in the course, the coaching, the thing that’ll collapse time for them and take themselves to their next level. They lead themselves right up to the door and then refuse to turn the door knob and open the door and step through.
When I first came into Joanna Hunter’s world through her My Million Dollar Experiment, her language profoundly resonated with me.
How comfortable are you with the Edge? The edge of where you are while you look at where you really want to be?
Does your tummy rumble with that excited fear of knowing you're about to step into something super exciting and desirable? knowing you have finally mustered up the courage to take a chance on yourself?
Or does it tumble out of control with huge amounts of paralyzing fear?
If the first option, I congratulate you on being brave enough to step into the Unknown.
If the second, I encourage you to close your eyes, pick up your foot and take a chance on yourself. Believe in yourself enough to do something that somewhere very deep within yourself you want This - whatever This is for you. You would not have the Desire if it was not planted there by God/Universe/Creator, your very Soul.
We all want More. We all want Better. The More and the Better just changes depending on what Edge we are standing on.
One day you'll find yourself looking back at one of those Edges and wonder why...
Sometimes the fear won't go away.
So you'll have to do it anyway.
There's a very fine line between the edge of not doing something because doing "it" is dangerous or not advisable and it's just plain so out of your realm of experience that it's scary.
Same thing goes with pain, pain management, and rehabilitation.
Where's the edge between pushing yourself beyond the comfort zone and it's okay and pushing yourself past the edge and suffering a set back in your recovery? Honestly, trial and error is the answer. You learn to listen to your body and know when to push and when to pull back.
Back to moving ahead into the unknown. The unknown bubbles up fear because it is exactly that: the Unknown. What if you go ahead and DO IT and now it's no longer unknown? Now it's an experience. And you know what? It wasn't so bad. You may wish you'd not done it, but next time you'll choose no from a place of experience and not fear.
I teach my clients that to get to something new, you have to...
When I told my publisher I was going to have a 2 year anniversary celebration of the book release, he asked: what magical thing happened in the last two years?
All I could think of, initially, was: where exactly have you been? It’s been full of death, grief and the pandemic!
As I really sat with this question, the one big piece of tangible goodness was I inherited a cat! Her name is Zoe. And I inherited her because of a death. … Interestingly, Zoe is one of Grace’s surrogate kittens. She was litter mate to my Aria (all characters in my book, Living with Grace, A Story of Love and Healing, Leaving Paw Prints on the Heart, of course!)
My thought was well, that means i have to talk about death again. And I didn’t really like that until I realized life really is a series of deaths and rebirths. Indeed, even my book was born from Grace’s death.
While you may not have had a death in your life due to the pandemic, or know someone who has, the truth is we have...