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...
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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...
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My arm had swollen to the point of alarm. Skin was taut and it itched like crazy.
I’d been stung by a bee.
I tried many things, but nothing was giving me relief!
There is irony in the term “hive mind.” I went to my Facebook hive mind and showed them my arm asking for help.
The best remedy my body and that sting responded to was a water and baking soda paste. I put a bit of gauze over it, wrapped it up and went to bed. After about 5 hours I woke, removed it and went back to bed. I slept another 5 hours. I think the poison made me tired! I did this for one more day and by the end of day 4 it is barely noticeable. I am so grateful, as my research had stated symptoms may last 7 - 30 days!
Note to self: when you go away to the Northwoods, bring baking soda just in case!
Sometimes we need to ask for help.
Sometimes what once worked suddenly doesn’t.
Sometimes allowing vulnerability is what is required while at the same time not easy.
What are you trying to work...
Recently I stopped at a lemonade stand, took out a dollar and gave it to the girl with long blond hair and a huge smile on her face. She asked if I wanted some lemonade. No. You have one on me; I just wanted to support your entrepreneurial spirit. And with countless thank yous and you’re welcomes we both went back to what we were doing.
I know she won’t forget that moment. Sometime in her future when she struggles between doing what’s easy or following her heart, she’ll remember there was this lady who stopped and gave her a dollar and validated her vision.
Support.
I had a huge aha around the word support today.
I love to both support people and endeavors that are important to me and to feel supported by others.
It makes me feel seen, valued and validated in who I am.
I knew this. And today I saw it in a deeper way.
Because it’s important to me, I naturally bring this type of support and validation into my work.
I am super excited to invite you to be...
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I had a huge, life altering realization.
I had been waiting for someone ELSE to do something, be someone so I could fall in line with that.
Today I see the utter bullshit of that. But I have come a very long way since then — about 25 years — since that awareness.
Where are you waiting to live?
What are you waiting to have happen so you can ______?
You are the one who gets to call the shots of your life.
You are the one who gets to choose to put your car in drive and then which gear to drive in.
What will you choose?
Stop waiting. First gear is better than being at a stand still.
I can help. My free resource, 3 Things Stopping You From Putting Yourself First, will help you see and learn how to put yourself first. When you do that, you naturally put your foot on the clutch and put the car into first gear and begin your journey.
Begin.
It’s one of my favorite words.
Begin.
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...