Hold Your Vision Through the Chaos
The closer the date came, the more I found myself “nesting.” (ha! a nice way of saying removing EVERYTHING from the bathroom!) My bathroom was in my living room and my new bathroom was in boxes in the garage. Bedlam. Chaos.
Since April I have been planning for and eagerly waiting for my bathroom to be renovated. When I scheduled the contractor, I was somewhat disappointed he was booking so far out, but in the end it allowed me to make the decisions , “incubate” the changes I wanted, slowly. A lot goes into a renovation, and the order you choose things is important!
My coach reminded me (even a coach needs a coach!) that this process was very much like giving birth to a human. And indeed it was. I began to embody this truth at an even deeper level.
Each choice I made was intentional. And I put intentions into the project itself. If you know anything about feng shui, the bathroom is partially in Wealth and Fame/Reputation. I took that knowledge and infused it...
No Competition in Heaven?
I’ve heard it said in Heaven there is no competition.
That means, to me, there will be no soccer. And that makes me sad.
You see, I’m a complete and utter soccer nerd. Specifically, high level soccer, like European soccer and tournaments such as the World Cup and the EURO tournament.
Currently the Semi Finals are coming up in the EURO 2020 competition.
I am not approachable when I am watching soccer.
My father used to say “Ruhe!” as a game started. “SILENCE!”
Let’s just say I’m glad these tournaments come along every few years — otherwise I would get nothing done.
Where in your life are you so sure of yourself that your boundaries unequivocal?
Where in your life do you need to establish boundaries so you may create whatever it is you are seeking, or longing, to create?
To create boundaries, you must know how to say YES to yourself. You must become aware of your habits that are denying yourself from being what I call “first...
I Dare You to Stretch Your Wings!
I looked outside to see what the ruckus was about and saw 3 baby bluejays. How they got on the driveway and my steps I don’t know! But they were not brave enough to fly away!
Over the course of a few days the excitement built. I was even scolded for looking at a baby up in the lilac tree from my deck! [Literally, I just looked and one of the babies flew into the lilac tree to the exact same place. I don’t dare get up!]
From “day 1” to day 2 baby number 3 was lost. Of the two remaining babies, it was easy to see which was older than the other — the feathers were more distinct on the older bird and it was just a bit larger and more bold.
This morning, day 4, one was sitting on the berm and he was quite pudgy!
It’s been delightful to literally watch the stretching of the wings, trying them out. You could almost hear the inner dialogue: wow, that feels kinda good. Oh! I want to fly up into that tree, it isn’t that far…. and then the wee...
Fire Within - The Quintessential Woman
Doing something different yields different results
We all wear hats. All different shapes and sizes, colors and materials. Some suit us, some don’t. Some fit ok and some make us shine. Some worked once upon a time, but now we are so comfortable with them hanging around, it has never occurred to us to let them go.
Some hats overlap with others. You might find yourself trying to pull your roles apart and you know what? They are so entangled you can’t.
I participated in a three day virtual retreat last week. A good portion was dedicated to six hats of the Entrepreneur. It highlighted what hats I shine in wearing and what hats I just as soon toss in the trash.
Some hats are necessary to wear but they constrict and bite and are uncomfortable.
==> Are you following a path wearing the wrong hat?
==> Or wearing a hat that fits great but no longer suits you?
==> Do you recognize which hats make you shine the brightest?
Are you weary of all the hats in your closet and wandering down the path looking for a hat that is...
The Sneaky Side of Grief
Last to be chosen? First to be teased?
This song.
I relate to Billy.
I was the one that did not fit it.
Fire engine red hair (I once asked my mom if I dyed my hair, would I tan!)
Chubby.
Wore dresses to school.
As a daughter to immigrants, I did not speak English for the first 5-6 years of my life.
I got teased for kissing my mother "thank you" on the cheek at school when she brought something I'd forgotten.
I was the one who was relentlessly teased. Always cast aside. Always last to be chosen. I was even teased because I adored to read.
Therefore, I was the one with the compassionate heart for the others that did not fit in.
I was the one that showed kindness to the "new kids" and the kids that came into the class mid way through the year.
I still wonder about a kid named Mark Lintner. So Mark, if you're out there, say hi.
If we are going to heal this country, we have to begin with ourselves. I own my history in a new way today.
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Fast Action Means Less Suffering
Not making a decision is still a decision! And your suffering continues. I give you permission to choose YOU.
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Don't Forget to Dance
This song Perfect by Ed Sheeran came on as I was driving today.
At first it was gentle, the emotions bubbling up.
And then Wham! Tears streaming down my face. Sadness. Regret. Unanswered questions. More sadness. Grief.
Grief comes in waves. It comes unbidden.
I let the tears flow.
How much we take “tomorrow” for granted. How much we take each other for granted.
As I midwifed my ex-husband through to the other side, on two occasions we talked about dancing. Somehow I just knew when he was lucid, and when he was elsewhere yet could hear me.
I asked: who are you dancing with? My mother he said without hesitation …. I know my daughter and I smiled.
I remember him saying “it’s been so long” when I asked if he was dancing…. The sadness, even in his declined state, was so present, so heavy, so not-so-hidden in his voice.
That memory came slamming back as I heard this song.
Dancing was very much a part of of my childhood. I loved to go...