Note to self, yes, you. The pretty one. The one with the crooked smile and infectious laugh. You can be happy. Choose it. Love your body and take good care of it, it is the only one you have. Stop comparing yourself to “them”. Who are they anyway? Embrace your quirks, your cracks and especially your flaws. Those things make you, you. Be gracious. With yourself first and then with all the others. Welcome the struggles, without them life would be less exciting and you wouldn’t be so strong. Be yourself, everyone else is taken. Do something you love to do; everyday. Surround yourself with people who honor you.
“If you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way that you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow this person to be your friend?”
I am curious to know how you answer this question. We don’t give too much thought to inquires like this until someone flat out asks us. However I think it is important to spend some time with this question and reflect on our “self-talk” conversations. Have you ever said to yourself “you are so stupid”, “I can’t believe you did that”, “you are a fat slob”, you will never get the job”, “you are not good enough”, or “no one will ever love you”? Chances are you have. Now imagine going out to dinner with your best friend and throughout the meal they said these exact same things to you. How would that go over? Would you give them a big hug at the end
Badass. A good word. A good way to “be”. Over the years I have been called a badass many times. It seems a fitting badge of honor so I have decided to own it. So much so that I have trademarked “Badass Soul Seeking Warrior”™.
I am a Badass Soul Seeking Warrior™ and here is why:
I am fiercely loyal to my country, my faith, my family and my friends. I have the good sense and the courage to hurl myself out of my comfort zone and into places filled with surprise, discovery and growth. I am unwilling to compromise who I am for the comfort or approval of others. I am a student of the extraordinary and living the remarkable. I believe in limitless possibilities and that life is only as difficult as we make it. I believe that vulnerability is powerful and I have the audacity to “believe it before I see it.” My definition of authenticity is to show up fearless because this allows us the most important freedom of all; to be who we are. I am most comfortable in blue jeans and cowboy boots and I treasure the sanctity of my barn. My animals are my partners in seeking adventure and nature is my coach.
I am on a disruptive and uncompromising mission to inspire simple, joyful and abundant living. I want you to join me on this mission.We will tackle challenges with creativity because daring is an ART.
- We will examine our lives; deeply and with curiosity.
- We will
What can you do today that you were not capable of a year ago?
This is such a great question. What is your answer? Here is mine: A friend of mine had been taking painting lessons and a mutual friend of ours was going to go sit in on one of her lessons because she was looking for something new and creative to take up as a hobby. I have always loved art and thought why not tag along. Now just a little over a year has gone by and we each have some wonderful oil paintings with our signature at the bottom staking our claim as the artiste.
In the Lines In The Sand Class that I teach I request that the participants find and live their truth. This means to show up fearless and be who you really are; your true essence. As we continue to dive into the relationship series I am inviting you to do the same thing. For now, let’s stick to our relationship with our parent(s). How happy and healthy is your connection with the folks? Are you being authentic in your bond with them or are you playing a part, tolerating the situation and neglecting your truest self? Look at your relationship with them as a garden. Does it need to be weeded, fertilized, dug up and replanted, thinned out, or completely torn down?
This is a process and may take some time. For example, for several years prior to George’s (that was my dad’s name) death I rarely, practically never, had any communication with him. The reason doesn’t matter as it is water under the bridge at this point. When he died, I was involved with my two brothers in making funeral and burial arrangements. Together we respectfully created a wonderful celebration in his honor. That was nine years ago. It wasn’t until Father’s Day last year that I had given much thought to George’s passing and I had seldom reflected back on my relationship with him over the years. However on the morning of Father’s Day 2015 as I was walking to my barn to feed my horses, George came to
Who do you love and what are you doing about it?
I picked this one from the Bag of Questions for this week’s interactive blog. My follow on question is “where does the romance go?” It has been with alarming frequency of late that I have heard men and women say that their relationship/marriage has lost its luster. They have overwhelmingly entered the roommate category with the “one they love”. I am curious about this. What happens? Please share your thoughts with me. I am in hopes that your comments will inspire us all to turn up the volume on romance and intimacy. What are you doing in your relationships to keep the fire going? The fun times rolling? The adventure abundant?