Miss Adventures

4 Lessons I Learned From My Nieces

Awhile back, the man said something to me that ruffled my sarcastic feathers. In conversation one evening, he referred to me as an ice princess; the end result being my panties quickly crumpling into a wad.

Then, I unwadded my drawers and unruffled my feathers and I thought about it a little bit.

And I realized that he might be (just a little tiny bit) right.

I guess I am kind of an ice princess.

So here is my confession.

I never thought about how cold and intense I can come off at times – to just about anyone, even small children and dogs --, but when he said it, it got me to thinking about all the times in my life that I have been accused of coming off as cold, unfeeling or even a bit mean. There were several.

Okay, okay, there were more than several.

The thing is, I don’t mean to come off like that.

At all.

I love people (well, some people) very deeply. I am just really, really, really horrendous at showing it. In fact, I can’t remember a single time that I have been good at it. My face is usually set in “resting bitch face” mode 24/7, 365 days a year. I can be very intense when I speak, very authoritative and even come off as a bit bitchy – I don’t mean to do that either.

I’m also a bit of a shut in and a hermit, circa Princess Elsa from “Frozen”.

Why am I this way? A myriad of reasons, really. But, after meeting my nieces for the first time this past weekend, I also learned that I need to….

Up until about a year and a half ago, I had never met Sam and Katie. In fact, I have never even met my brother, Dennis. My brothers and my sister were born much further ahead of me in the lineup of kids – over 14 years in fact --, making me the baby and the only child that my father and my mother had. Since my half-brothers and half-sister lived in Kentucky – and prior to the dawn of social media – we had never even spoken. In fact, the first time I ever spoke to my brother was last year.

Crazy, right?

However, after connecting via Facebook, I began talking to the nieces quite a bit –

sometimes even the nephew. And it was eerie how much we all had in common, how much alike we all were. So, one day, Sam and Katie jumped in the car and decided to come and visit Aunt Shauna (aka Princess Elsa). And while I thought I could teach them something about business and blogging and such, they actually ended up teaching me some things instead.

It’s okay to show people how you feel

Touchy, feely is how I would describe my nieces. They would hug and play with each other’s hair and didn’t have the “security bubble” like aunt Shauna does – A security bubble of that includes a strict “no hugging” policy – hugs = death -- and generally liking to keep at least three feet of distance between myself and any other bi-ped with a pulse. However, being around these girls made me realize that it’s okay to be touchy feely; that feeling loved is part of that.

It’s okay to talk to your parents every day

I cannot even describe how cute it was to watch the girls text and talk to their mom and dad a few times a day. There were a lot of “I love yous” and “I miss yous" thrown around – words generally not in my vocabulary. There was a time that I felt I would say those words much more freely, but as life happened, I guess I got a little bitter; cold even. However, the nieces, my brother and my sister-in-law made me realize how important it is to say those things; and that when you are texting family or close friends, you shouldn’t feel like a burden – they might just be waiting to hear from you.

Approach everything with a sense of wonderment

As the girls spoke about the differences between Kentucky and Texas, they did so with an endearing childlike wonderment, and I thought it was absolutely adorable. It made me realize that I rarely approach anything with a sense of wonderment anymore; that wonderment had been replaced with cynicism and apprehension. I need to work on that. And, had they not come down to visit, I probably would not have realized how much.

Give praise. Often.

I admit, I am slow to give praise – like molasses in January slow. I guess that is probably why whenever I have done so in the past I have (literally) freaked people out. The girls, however, are anything but slow to giving praise.

Here is an example: As we went into the mall and I wandered off to grab a phone call from the man, I came back to hear the clerk gushing and saying, “Oh, so THIS is the famous aunt?” And while I minimized it, because I don’t often accept praise easily either, I have to admit, it was nice to be praised.

Something that reminded me that I need to be a little more forthcoming with praise.

So, before they left to return home, I sent a message to my brother telling him what amazing girls they were, how I absolutely adore them and how thrilled I was that he let me borrow them for a weekend. I went on to praise my brother for doing such an amazing job in raising two very sweet, loving, caring and amazing women.

So, I guess I’m on the right track. At least, I am starting out on the right foot, and maybe, just maybe my ice cold demeanor melted just enough to remind me that sometimes we all need an emotional overhaul – or at least a makeover. And sometimes, just sometimes, the people you think you are meant to teach are the people who end up schooling you.

All my love from the bottom of my a-little-less ice cold heart,
Miss Adventures

Let me preface this by saying, most people wouldn’t share this. Many wouldn’t share this sort of thing with family, nor friends. The reason I do? Well, the reason I do, is because I know there are people out there like me, there are people out there like you. People who need to hear this. This is for you.

It was the 15^th of December. I wasn’t Christmas shopping. Hell, I’d been putting that off as long as I could, because the last thing I wanted to do was acknowledge this blasted holiday. Not that I am a Grinch, mind you, I have always loved Christmas. I have always gone over and above with the carols, the tree, the ornaments, the decorating. I was your regular Bree Van De Camp for 17 years with this shit.

Except for last year. My house was under construction due to a fire. I quit. I gave up. Nothing was done on schedule. I had no tree, the dogs had destroyed every ornament and I was in a Percocet coma from my second degree burns. I just quit. I gave up. We had Christmas elsewhere – at Jon’s that year. And, even though I cooked, the irony was….the damn dogs ate the Turkey that day (circa A Christmas Story)….but we still persevered. We had steaks and great dinner, but it was still hard on me. I felt like a total, complete and abject failure.

The one thing I looked forward to last year, was that my significant other planned a vacation for us to New Orleans on December 26 to December 30….one that was ruined by a couple of freeloading assholes, but that is another story for another day. At least, then, I had something to look forward to.

This year, I started off okay with the planning; I had every intention of getting things back on track. After Thanksgiving, I started looking around for things….until I realized that the one person who I needed to be here for this holiday, wasn’t…my husband. He couldn’t be. He was deployed. From there, it all got really, really heavy.

And for the girls and I, it was a rough year already. I lost some dear friends to death, am losing others to terminal illness, I had seen and witnessed more pain and turbulence than I cared to. And I never admitted how much it weighed on me. Until that day….in Wal-Mart of all places.

We had no tree, we had no decorations. I didn’t put lights outside. I did nothing. I just couldn’t. Sometimes, even the strongest among us suffer….in silence. Because that is what the strong do. We say nothing. Because…we can’t. And it’s okay, because no one in my family is feeling the holidays this year, due to Jon being gone either. We just can’t do it. Therein, leads to the story of my Wal-Mart melt down.

I went in to get my daughter cat food. Just that. Of all things.

Naturally, I had to walk past the neatly packaged items specific to the season. I smelled the traditional Christmas smells, I imbibed the holiday cheer of nearby patrons and their families, celebrating their togetherness….and, try as I might, I couldn’t see next year. I couldn’t even see tomorrow. I was just overwhelmed with a sadness I can’t even express.

I said to myself, “You are NOT going to cry until you leave this place. You hear me? You will NOT cry.”

And….I didn’t. I had forbidden it.

So, as I often do, I sucked it up. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I had to get out of there. I had to get out of there FAST. I felt it. It was all coming to the surface. I grabbed the cat food, I scrambled to the self-checkout, I put my cash in, I got my receipt and I was out of there.

And still, as I was leaving, more happy families were in my wake. I couldn’t turn and not see one, or another. I was surrounded. I couldn’t fucking breathe.

My eyes were welling faster now. My sense of urgency to get the hell out of there was expanded by 20 times the normal limit.

I ran past the greeter, bidding him good day, knowing I was on the verge of losing it. I scrambled to my car, unlocked the door, put the cat food in my passenger seat and sobbed for 20 minutes…in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

Because I had to.

Because there was nowhere else I could do it.

Because my kids didn’t need to see it, and no one else needed to know.

Because sometimes, you get so overwhelmed with emotions, you just have to feel them….where ever you are standing….even if you are sitting in a parking lot at Wal-Mart.

Because sometimes, it all catches up to you.

And that’s okay.

That moment, changed everything. I looked to my left. There was a mother freaking out on her kid. Sobbing in the same parking lot. To my right, an old man, loading his trunk, wiping tears from his eyes. To my front, a lady who just couldn’t move. She was stagnant, looking at her steering wheel; lost in thought; not wanting to move.

There is no right or wrong answer here, there is no handbook for this life. We all make it up as we go along. But here is the thing, you don’t have to feel like a freak, if you are the one person having a meltdown in a Wal-Mart parking lot. Because, you’re not the only one. I promise.

This holiday, remember those who are struggling, even if they don’t tell you so. And remember that people can be struggling in silence. Show as much compassion as you can. We all need it.

Much love,

Miss Adventures

Today was not, as one would say, a banner day. It seemed like bad news came from every turn. But, even in the light of that, before I had to lay some bad news down on someone I love – which I did, and they took it in amazing stride (I am proud of them, in fact), we ended the conversation like this.

Him: “You know, before you called, I was in a bit of a funk. I was reading something in the paper the other day, and the fact that we won’t be together for the holidays makes me extremely sad.”

Me: “I know, it makes me sad too. I hate it, really. But, the good news is that this is the only holiday season we have to spend apart ever again. Sacrifice now, rewards later.”

Him: “I know, but what I was going to say, before you interrupted me, Mrs. C <snickers>, was that when I was feeling down, I got the email you sent about your book dedication. I can’t believe you did that for me.

That made my entire day. And, even though you sent it yesterday, it softened the blow of today. You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Me: “I know I am.”

Him: “That’s it? <laughs> Only you.”

Yes, that’s right, only me. Because when your significant other is down and out, you know how to snap them right back out of it. That is, after all, your job.

Now, I bet you probably want to know what this game changing book dedication said, huh?

Simply this:

Dear Jon,

For as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by reading the dedications from the author in ever book I have ever read, in the history of…ever. And I gotta admit...it's kind of cool to be able to write my own. My first dedication for my first book?

"For Jon, without who, this book would have never been finished, and for who I am forever grateful; who I love with all my heart, because he is the one person in the world who can push me to get past ‘I'm gonna’ and get to ‘I did’. Thanks for putting up with my stubborn, procrastinating butt. You are the only man alive who can. I love you. -Mrs. C"

Because when the storms come, when the rains of the world seem to drown us out as individuals, when we can’t stand on our own anymore, all we really need is someone to be there for us, when we need someone most. After all, that’s all a relationship really is: being there for each other when you need each other most.

It’s always, always, ALWAYS, the little things in life that matter most.

Because, when you look back, all those little things, were the biggest ones.

We are all merely travelers on this road, I think. You, destined to go your way, and me, destined to go my own. But sometimes, just sometimes, we find the diamond in the rough of people who make us smile, who make us challenge even our most deeply seeded ideals, who break us open and who form us into something else.

And here is the value of unplugging.

I took two days off. No cell phone. And I NEEDED it. Far too often, I have too many voices in my head -- no, not my own. Far too often, people will speak to me, make sense, and then I react. That’s not the best way to live. And I give you this from experience.

Then until now…

The second I plugged back in, it happened. And I wish I had been unplugged yet again...

Originally, in my head, my blog tonight was going to be something different than what it has morphed into, but here is the bottom line: get people out of your head. Quit going to the consensus. Because, when I did, I made some stupid, poor, rash, horrible decisions. And it took my losing five people in my life to realize that. But, it was actually the best thing that ever happened to me.

Because I came into my own….

Once I let go of the people who wanted to give misguided advice based only on their experience, I learned this --and this is going to give you a peek into me as well. I would rather give advice and render my opinions on the web than ask questions because I know what asking questions nets me: It nets me a web of folk who mean well, but who don’t really understand my circumstances. They render advice based on what they can and cannot understand. And me? Well, I hold myself to a higher standard than that. I’d rather screw up royally and teach than take prescribed advice. So, if I “pontificate”, trust me, there is a damn good reason behind it.

But here is the secret to happiness…

Happiness, people, isn’t always a status, a role or a title. Sometimes, it’s driving in the car, with the windows down, taking photos and listening to music and singing along with a million different songs for hours on end. It’s midnight moments dancing in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and laughing. It’s the stupid, silly moments that no one else gets to see, because, frankly, those moments are none of their business. And, frankly, they shouldn’t be. And, granted, my way isn't the only one, but it is a way, and I share my way, because I have tried many others that simply don't work...

So here is the lesson:

Quit assuming that everything you see on social media means something. But, even more poignant that that, quit behaving as if social media IS something that should be what your life is made of. If you take it too seriously, in either regard, it might be time to re-evaluate your priorities. Just maybe. Just maybe our two cents is worth less than...

Happy Sunday!

Recently, I find myself struggling with my own impatient nature. You see, once I made my lists, my decisions and cleared my path of the debris of debauchery, things began falling into place, and I realized something…I realized the power of “now”. And, before I lay down what my vision is for my entire model for my three combined projects (because I want them fine-tuned and ready for the world) I wanted to take a moment out of your day to talk about the power of “now

The Trouble Is, We Life in a World of Too Much Information

We inundate ourselves with more information than what we should probably process in a single 24-hour period. Did you know that we put more content on the internet in two days than what has been put out in the last 30 years? And, what’s even more frightening than that, by the year 2017, we will be putting more content out on the internet in two hours than what we have put out there in the last three decades combined? The sad thing? Most of it is garbage. And, it’s trending even more toward more, irrelevant, meaningless garbage. In other words, I am trying to commit to only speaking (or putting out content) that is worthy of breaking the silence.

Why Is Too Much Information a Problem?

Well, the more information we try and cram in our craniums, the more indecisive we become. The more we numb our intellect and the more frequently we allow the waters of complacency crash upon our consciousness, the more we allow ourselves to believe that we don’t know who we are, what we want, or how to be more than what we were yesterday.

So Me? I Tuned Out. I Turned it Off

I disconnected from technology, I stopped watching television, I rarely watch movies anymore and, all I got out of it was a list of things I want, a clear path on how to get them, and enough time in my day to read, to write to create and to become a better version of me. But more than that, I got the desire to push back. Not push others, but push myself.

“Don’t Try to Save the World”

This was a text I got last night. My reply was simply this, “I’m not. Not this time. This time, I’m only trying to save myself, and if the world wants to join me, I’d be happy to have them.” And, what I mean by that, is that with my desire to push myself, I gave up trying to push anyone else. I will still shoot straight, I will still be myself, but I’m focused on spreading love and opportunity for love, and I hope that people rise to that challenge…of course, there is a challenge at the end of this blog, for those ready to take it…so please, read on.

Naturally, I’m still a Work In Progress, But…

The power of now is so relevant. Your destiny isn’t going to wait for you. Opportunity is not going to keep knocking and it isn’t going to ring your doorbell either. Not one of us is getting any younger. Each second brings us closer to the inevitable end. So, the longer you wait to say what you feel, to acknowledge what you want, the longer we insist on hiding behind masks of insecurities and self-doubt, the more penetrated we become with self-loathing, the harder it is to hear that still, small voice of decisiveness in your head.

So, I’m going to throw down a challenge to each of you right now, and I am going to fulfill it myself…right now. Because if I am going to preach about the power of now, I fully intend to walk my talk. And here it is:

For me, my one phone call would be to my daughter. I would tell her I’m sorry for all the times I failed. I would tell her that I remember how much joy her laughter brought me. How much I miss her every day. I would reminisce about all of the good times we shared, and I would, lastly and most importantly tell her that I loved her, probably more than she will ever realize in three lifetimes.

Then, I would sit down and pen a letter to my three children, to my dearest friends and leave one last blog for the world. And, while my letters might be too lengthy for one little blog, written by one little nobody, I can tell you what that last blog would say, and it would say simply this:

Stop wasting time. Stop muddling in the waters of fear and insecurity. Do it now. Tell someone you love them. Make someone or something (or both) in your life a definitive priority. Tell someone you’re grateful for them. Be love. For once in your life, put aside your ego and be guided by spirit. And…do it now. Because the truth is, now is all we have.

First, let me say I am an incredibly flawed human being all on my own; a student of stupidity; a learner of life lessons; and a mess of imperfections. And I will probably be all of these things from now until the day I am six feet below the ground. I imagine you are too. I would think that you probably always will be the same as I am in that regard. And, while I might not have it all figured out just yet, I do want to share one thing with you, whoever is reading this, right now: The reason behind just a little of my madness.

The Reason

Before I started to blog, there were many times in my life I felt alone, confused, scared, led astray and lost. Then, something magical happened: I began blogging about my experiences, and what I found out were that there was entire world full of people who felt just like me. That realization was so healing, so empowering and so inspiring that it glued back some of the very broken pieces of my heart; it wove together some of the unraveled tapestry of my soul. So…why do I blog now? I don’t blog for me, not anymore, I blog for the people who once were me; the people who haven’t yet found their inner voice. The people who can’t, or won’t share it…at least not yet.

Off Kilter, Off Center and Spinning

Life has a funny way of throwing us all curve balls from time to time, and these curve balls can knock us off center; make us behave out of character and give license to temporary moments of insanity. However, it’s how we bounce back that defines us. And, because I was serious about making some changes in my life, I made a conscious choice to bounce back.

Finding a Purpose and Defining It

Once I completed my Project Manifest list, I felt a weight lift off of my shoulders. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life, exactly what my purpose was, and, at the same time, after I made that list, it all began falling into place. And, I’m excited to see what the next step are as I move ever, constantly forward; as I push myself toward something bigger than yesterday.

On the Darker Side

I have a tendency, as do most writers and artists of our age and ages past, to feel things quite deeply and profoundly. And, because it is my nature to analyze and overanalyze just about everything I come across, I can also think myself into some rather dark places. I will place blame, I will seek fault in others. I will become a pain in the proverbial tail, and can potentially drive the people closet to me crazy. And then, all of a sudden, this last Saturday, I let it all go. I found grace.

And that Was Always the Answer

You see, grace is, has been and always will be the answer. I don’t need to cut people out and cut them off to live my life. Because, the truth is, my life is mine, and I’m going to live it as happily and joyfully as possible. And, my hope is that, in the process, I can spread a little bit of that around. I want to be the reason you smile, never the reason you frown, worry or feel badly. But, at the same time, I am centered enough to know that my purpose, my reason for being here is to create something that will last; craft a legacy I can be proud of. So, I fixed my eyes upward. Not on the past, not centered in the present, not even hopeful for the future, but up. And the reason I fixed them up, is because that is exactly the direction I want to go.

And Now For Something Completely Different…

Stay tuned, because tomorrow, I am going to reveal something about Project Complete that is a huge part of my master plan for all of my projects. And this is something only two people in the entire world know right now. In fact, not even my family knows what the master plan is, but I promise you that it will be a game changer in the best possible way.

But in order to find that truth; have that epiphany, I had to be knocked so far off of my course and outside of myself to find my center. And, as I read stories from most other people who have accomplished great things with their lives, so did they. Maybe that means something, maybe it’s all interconnected. Maybe everything really does happen for a reason, and, when that reason becomes clear, perhaps it’s destined to blow us all away. I know that it did for me. And it made me realize some universal truths about myself, and the world around me. So, for tonight, I give you this song, a hope for tomorrow and peace in today.

I am going to make this one super, duper simple. We are all masters (of Jedi proportion) of one thing more than just about anything else in life: justifying our own bullshit.

What do I mean by this?

When we crawl into the little cracks in our pointed little brains each night, we justify the decisions we made that day. We also justify the decisions we didn’t. We give ourselves reasons that we failed. But fail to realize that those reasons are really just excuses in disguise.

Like what?

We justify staying in dead in jobs, in unsatisfying relationships. We give ourselves justification for not speaking up, not speaking out and not speaking out loud. We allow fear and doubt to control us to the point where we become masters of justifying our own shortcomings. And then, then we do the unthinkable: we allow other people in our lives to do the exact same thing.

We don’t hold anyone in our lives accountable to themselves. When they fail, we allow them to fail. Then, we allow them to fail over and over again. We do the same things to ourselves.

But why?

We are all living on borrowed time. And, maybe, just maybe it’s time to think about something I have been thinking about for awhile now: What legacy will we leave behind when the sands of time of our lives run out?

It’s not who dies with the most friends, the most toys or the largest collection of things or baubbles who dies the happiest. It’s the people who gave so much in their lives that they left something behind that will never be forgotten. The people whose legacies became legendary.

So, why not you? Why not now? Why not me?

I have wasted so many days, so many nights justifying my own nonsense in my own head, instead of crawling out of my thwarted thought processes and just dealing with them, head on. That’s what Project Gratitude, Project Manifest and Project Complete are all, ultimately about. It’s the journey of getting out of my own comfort zone, or giving more and of believing that higher standards of living are not only possible, but mine for the taking.

All I had to do was one simple thing: Decide.

And, perhaps, that’s all you have to do too.

So, I am going to put my head on the chopping block of accountability. You ready?

1. I have struggled with an on again off again addiction to cigarettes since I was 12-years-old. I have come to realize that I am wasting my time, destroying my body. Tomorrow, Tuesday the 22^nd of October, I commit to a cleanse. Thirty days, with supplements designed to help me stop smoking, to clear my lungs and to preserve my health for as long as I can.

2. I have struggled with not keeping accountable to my workouts. It’s time to change that. I am committing to getting back into a routine of going to bed by 11:00 pm each night and getting up at 6:00 in the morning to re-commit to my physical fitness, to a body I can be proud of and, more than that, to my health.

And while I realize these are just two small things for some people, they are two large ones for me. I am committing to not being a master of justifying my own bullshit. At least, not anymore.

Join me?

And of course, I’m going to have to leave you with a theme song. Hey, it’s what I do….

I realized something. I’ve been living half way. I’ve been living in limbo. I’ve been so self-obsessed and self-absorbed with what is going on in my own little life, I missed things; I didn’t see them. Now, my eyes are opened, and now, because of a very special promise that I made to a very special someone, it’s time to stay awake. It’s time to live life at a higher standard. It’s time to stop justifying my own short comings, and go “all in”. It’s time to stop wasting time.

And Here is Where We Begin

When you look back on your life, as you reach the end of it, do you think that you will have accomplished everything you were meant to, or will you fall short? Why are you still stuck in your dead end job? Why are you still living for the weekend? Why are you failing in your relationships? Why are you stuck in a rut? The answer is simple: Because you choose to. It’s time to get out of it. It’s time to look at the end, and start at the beginning. And it’s time to do it today.

#ProjectManifest

Project Manifest is a simple concept. Decide what you want, write it down and watch the Universe conspire to bring it to you. I had a list. I checked it twice. And now it’s gone. I scrapped it. And I scrapped it, because it wasn’t the highest and best version of itself that it could have or should have been. So now, here’s the new list:

I am manifesting happiness, through showing gratitude.
I am manifesting a successful home remodel, to encourage a successful sale so that I can buy the home I have always wanted.
I am manifesting having three New York Times best sellers by this time next year, by committing to writing 10 pages of each book per day, and using my literary connections as leverage.
I am manifesting earning $100,000 in passive income through blogging, monetizing my YouTube videos and affiliate marketing by this time next year.
I am manifesting one radio interview, one television interview and one speaking engagement, empowering women with money by this time next year as a result of blogs, books and personal promotion.
I am manifesting the power to be a millionaire by the time I am 40-years-old by surrounding myself with successful people and learning from them.
I am manifesting love, by showing love.
I am manifesting enrichment, by living to a higher standard.
I am manifesting the right people to come into my life at the right time, by never accepting less than what I deserve.
I am manifesting the power to reach down into the darkness and bring as many people into the light as what want to join me, by being a better example, by raising my standards of myself.

The Path to Greatness

Right now, my financial life is great. My personal life sucks. But I think that, for me, my path to greatness is to focus my time and attention on enriching my life. My hope is that by becoming the financial success that I know I can become, I will bring with me the power to enrich my personal life as well. Because I finally learned how to be vulnerable. I finally learned a lesson I should have learned long ago: I need to appreciate and show love to everyone, but I need to spend my attention and time on a few. In order to live a complete life, I got some really good advice from someone I love and trust. He said, “Surround yourself with people who believe in you, people you can learn from, good people, but be kind to everyone in the process. Show gratitude and appreciation every day, and when you do, the change in you will be so bright, you will radiate so much love, that the right people won’t be able to help but want to join you.”

Launched

So there. There is the launch of project complete. And you’d better believe I have a list, and a spreadsheet and a master plan. I’m not quite ready to disclose the full spectrum of the master plan, but you will see some nuggets of it pop up as I document the progress of each project. Of course, as with anything I do, it’s with methodical intent, and you’ll see that in the upcoming weeks as well.

Final Thought

However, I want to leave you with one thought: You can’t live life in limbo. You can’t live life half way in and half way out. You have to decide what you want out of life before you die, and then, you have to pursue it relentlessly. You have to go “all in”. And thanks to these projects, I’m am. I’m “all in”.

I Challenge You…

Now, my challenge to you is a simple one: Show gratitude. Make your own list and tell the people on it what they mean to you and why, every day. Make a list of things you want to see manifest in your life, and have a clear plan of action on how you can make that a reality. And finally, give more. Give as much as you can and give until it hurts. Play to your strengths, work on your weaknesses and dare to jump. Because if you live with one foot on the ledge, like I have, it will torture your soul to a point of no return. Because, eventually, someone will push you off of that ledge, and you will fall into an abyss of sadness from which you may never recover. I know this, I’ve been there. But I realized that if there is any hope to claw my way back, it has to be on a higher path, on the right one, and that path means doing more, being more and being better than the person I was yesterday.

I Also Challenge You…

Part of project complete, the hardest one for me, was listing my numerous faults, and forcing myself to look at them…really look at them. And make an all in commitment to changing them.

Stop living a half-life. It’s time to live a complete one, and it’s time to stop wasting time. If you would like to join me on this journey, please message me, leave me a comment or send me an email. I’ll go all in with you, if you do the same for me. #pinkypromise

And what would any of my blogs be, without an accompanying song? This one seemed appropriate.

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