There are days when simply getting out of bed is a monumental task. Thinking and overthinking without respite used to be so debilitating. One day…or over time…I learned how to push away those thoughts, how to shut them down, stuff them away and ctrl+alt+ del them from my brain. I became so good at this. At first it was so liberating because along with this new skill, I also deleted anxiety from my life. I deleted worry from my life. It was so amazing to sleep without worry. Continue reading “Our Reasons”
If you’ve read some of my early posts, you know that I greatly admire Misty Sansom . So far I haven’t figured out what my purpose is, but I think her exercises are intriguing. Below is an exercise from her “8 Days to Your True Self Email Challenge: Day Seven – Perfect Day Exercise”: Continue reading “The Perfect Day”
They say that if you heal your deepest wound, you will find your life’s purpose. By healing yourself, you will be able to heal others. As a lightworker you agreed to come to this world to complete a task. But once here, we all forget why we came. So some of us, may find our way to our purpose through our own healing. Continue reading “Healing”
Lately I feel like I have been on a fast moving train or on one of those super fast elevators. Once you get off of either of those, you look around and can’t believe how much you have traveled without losing any time at all. You look back and two seconds ago you were somewhere completely different. Not sure if everyone feels this or if I have been living under a rock and just suddenly climbed out all by myself. Lately I have met some milestones like 10 years in my current profession. Or I have seen a headline that something happened 9 years ago, when in my head it happened last year. Or I see kids that were babies last week turning 8 years old. My Air Conditioner is from 2006, which I have always been clear about because it was an ordeal to get it replaced and in my head, I always think I have a “brand new” Air Conditioner…but doing the numbers…it is currently 12 years old! I look at pictures of myself and think I look the same but then I do the math and I am floored that the picture I am looking at was taken 18 years ago. Continue reading “Time”
When this show first came on the air in 1999, I was graduating College and I was obsessed with politics, and with this show. It captivated me. I wanted to be a part of it, I absolutely loved it. I loved the energy of the characters, I loved the speech writers, I loved the dialogue. The interaction of the characters and the fact that they worked 24 hours a day and it was so evident that this was their absolute passion. Their life’s calling. When Leo’s wife left him and he actually told her that his job was more important than his marriage, I was rooting for Leo and I truly could not understand how his wife could think she was more important. He was now free to spend 24 hrs a day working. How perfect. The fact that none of the characters on the show had personal lives seemed so accurate to me. I identified with them so much. Continue reading “West Wing”
I am still on this quest. I know many may feel that it is ridiculous to think that you were put on this earth for one specific purpose, and I respect that. Because it sounds logical and, overall, I think of myself as a logical person. Thinking that each and every human on the planet was put here for one specific purpose just does not sound logical. However, as far back as I can remember, and regardless of who I was throughout my life, I have always been completely convinced that I was put on this earth for a specific purpose. The older I get, the louder and stronger that feeling in the core of my soul gets. Continue reading “Pinning Down My Life Purpose”
It feels as though every few years I become someone completely new, who happens to have memories stored from all the me’s I used to be. The End is never a thing. Evolution is often the result. Although feeling stuck on repeat has also been a thing.
The overall mood after each school shooting (or any shooting) is different. I remember Columbine in 1999. It was the first one I was old enough to be fully aware of. I remember the feelings of despair, of rage, of disbelief, of frustration, of sadness, of fear. I remember Katie Couric from The Today Show interviewing the survivors the next day. I remember crying with them. I remember I could barely sleep for some time after that day. I remember thinking that something would change, that something would be done, that our leaders would act with swiftness to keep us safe. I remember thinking we lived in the United States of America, and these things were not supposed to happen. We take care of each other. No man left behind. “They” will do whatever is necessary to keep us safe. Continue reading “Home Of The Brave, Land Of The Free”
Love is the secret ingredient that makes things exceptional. It truly is the only thing that can elevate absolutely anything. When you truly love, the possibilities are endless. It applies to absolutely everything. I know that having a passion for something is always talked about. But at the core of that passion is love. You can get your nails done by 10 different nail professionals. But the one nail professional that feels love for her art, for the finished product, for herself, or for any part of the process will produce a set of nails that is just above and beyond everyone else. Some may practice a lot, or have been doing it for years, but if they don’t truly love some aspect of the process, the end result will never be exceptional. I use this just as an example, to show that truly, anything and everything can be taken to another level once the secret ingredient is sprinkled on…LOVE.
I have always believed that people cross our path for a specific reason. Nothing is random. Even if we don’t understand or see it right away, eventually, when we look back, the dots connect in a very incredible way. Throughout my life, people have popped in, and some have stayed forever, but many others serve an important role for a while and then they disappear. I crave the excitement of change, but at the same time change terrifies me.