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Just Because You’re Afraid Doesn’t Mean You’re Not Brave

Fiona was inconsolable with her self-pity after her recent round of shots. I thought she needed them for Pre-K but it seems we got them a year earlier than necessary. They’re done now. And those band-aids that I couldn’t remove from her thighs for days were proof that she wasn’t brave.

Don’t even suggest it to her because she’ll begin to cry and tell you she wasn’t. Still isn’t.Just Because You're Afraid Doesn't Mean You're Not Brave on Shalavee.com

In preparation for the day at the doctor’s office, I had read her a few books on going to the doctor’s and she found one in her bookshelf about the little turtle named Franklin who needs to go to the hospital. He’s had a soccer accident and needs a pin put in his cracked shell. And there’s a charming conversation between he and Dr. Bear where he doesn’t want to have an X-ray taken because he’s afraid it will show that he’s afraid inside.

The very wise doctor says,”An X-ray doesn’t show feelings. It only shows shells and bones.” Franklin says,”You mean no one will know I’m afraid?” and Doctor Bear answers,”No one. But just because you’re afraid doesn’t mean you aren’t brave. Being brave means doing what you have to do, no matter how scared you feel.”

Being brave means doing what you have to do,

no matter how scared you feel.Just Because You're Afraid Doesn't Mean You're Not Brave on Shalavee.com

Umm. How about that for a little applied wisdom in our lives. What are we putting off today. Not speaking up or risking rejection or telling the truth because of the scary risk of it all. How proud would any of us feel if we stepped up and did it anyway. Did it so we could hear ourselves say,”No thank you.” Or “I’m afraid of what you’ll say but I need to say this anyway.” I need my bravery way more than I need your approval. I need to keep braking through my fears until they fall away and I become as invincible as I will ever be.

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A Real Day

I lived another real day. Nothing “exciting” like a grocery store run. Just waiting on a service man, cleaning up a pee puddle or two from a stubborn 4-year-old daughter. Stasis. Stillness. Stupid brain.

Wishing I’d grabbed those few valuable moments of peace when she was sulking and half-naked in her room upstairs. But instead, I just wasted a half hour looking for that perfect rug online again. A real Day on Shalavee.com

The waiting has gotten me so much more than I’d credit it for. The waiting has made me catch up and slow down with my real purpose. Catch sight of who I really want to be : Me. I am a professional pusher and waiter. I got good at expecting way more from myself than I knew I could do deliver so that I would feel anxious and bad. And then I embraced stopping and listening to myself too.

I am good at waiting. I waited on you long ago at that restaurant. Now I am just awaiting my antibiotic to kick in and vanquish the umpteenth sinus infection, mother natures way of humbling my ambitious self out every time. The truth and the trick is? You aren’t ready until you are. What you do when you do it is proof of that. And using your expectations that are above and beyond your current capacity to torture yourself will only irritate and irk you in unnecessary ways. A real Day on Shalavee.com

Sometimes the time while you are awaiting the shift is torturous. It feels like spending long long days with a toddler trapped inside waiting for a delivery man. Because that’s what it is. And it is what it is until it isn’t anymore. Knowing this too shall pass, that soon this will all be a memory (nightmare) is how you live through it to tell another better story. Wait for it. You’re worth it.

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Let Me Take You to Frumpytown

Cold and rainy, now snowy day. I just wanted to put on my old ugly fleece coat. The one I was surprised to find in the closet since it was from when I was pregnant, has a busted belt loop, and possibly a paint splotch on it. But it’s like wearing a blanket on a wet cold dreary day even if it’s a definite decision to be frumpy.

I made the opposite decision yesterday when I decided to not go out looking and feeling frump-a-liscious. I heated up the curling iron and put on some make-up darn it. It’s not about what I think others are thinking but what I’m telling myself that matters.Let Me take you to Frumpytown on Shalavee.com

Turning 40 is tough and turning 50 is tougher. The loss of collagen in my skin, the droopy eyelids, and my hair falling out are all part of some nasty little nightmare that I keep hoping I’ll wake up from. But instead, I’m judging myself for not getting over it and moving on. The self-bullying isn’t taking away the signs of aging and neither are the creams. The only weapon against aging is wisdom. And the mirror I need to be looking is my soul mirror.Let Me take you to Frumpytown on Shalavee.com

Meanwhile, I also believe that I can still do everything in my power to look as good as I can at this age. So keeping fit, applying sunscreen, drinking water, and regularly getting my eyebrows weeded and toenails painted are all ways that I feel less crappy and less frumpy. And coming this week, a little highlighting in my hair. Because it’s just time. And how you regard and treat yourself is how others will regard and treat you. And I’m feeling like I’m wanting some world love right now.

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Soul Goals

I recently arranged and hosted a Mastermind Meet-up with a group of women who I admire and respect. The purpose of this meeting was to gather to inspire and enlighten each other. And beyond talk of random politics and religion, because how cool is it that we women can do that without conflict, we spoke of what our goals for ourselves may be. Well, I threw mine down on the table and offered everyone an opportunity to consider what their soul goals may be.

My friend and women’s intuitive coach Samantha Wheatley uses this phrase soul goal in her work. And besides the fact that it rhymes, it immediately asks you to go beyond your daily grind and surface to do’s and dig a little deeper for work that may be more fulfilling to your truer deeper you. Because by the surprise of one or two of the women, I don’t think we often ask ourselves to have these kinds of goals.soul goals on Shalavee.com

Goals tend to be body or weight oriented like calorie intake and weight loss. Or fitness-centric as for a marathon goal. Sometimes we have house renovation goals before we host a party say. Or deadlines for work even. But what other kinds of goals are we missing out on? I have included creative goals in my life over the past couple years. In fact this upcoming May, I will be endeavoring to create something every day. That feeds my spirit immensely and setting aside time for it makes me know it is a priority. But when do we call ourselves to the mat for soul goals?

In considering what yours might be, you can include injustices and problems that irk you on a regular basis. Like the acceptance of women’s low self-esteem as OK. For me, this is not OK and so my goal is to lead by example and be brave online as often and in as many ways as I feel good about. But yours could be homelessness or the lack of resources for people with issues. It could be the immigration situation, the local Humane Society, or your own struggle with your relationship with your mother. All of these fall into the realm of outside the daily and require a little more thoughtful pro-activity to bring about change. soul goals on Shalavee.com

So have I got you thinking about how you may want to affect a change in your world or life this year? I admire the littlest of goals as these too seem to lead to greater realization. One woman I know meditated for ten minutes each morning and decreased her anxieties immensely. One woman drank more water and read more books for three months. You can choose your own length of time, a month or 100 days. But the true trick is to hand it over to someone else for the accountability to make a difference in you. Because once you give your word, you can’t blow that off.

Me? I’ve claimed again my intention to submit to be published in online magazines. I said it in the meet-up and I need to make some progress there now. I’ll let you know how it’s going. Think about your possible soul goals and leave me your thoughts in the comments. Because saying it out loud is one more step to making it happen.

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Universal Message

The universe gave me a message this week that I mattered. Not intimidating like God speaking to me, but just a general nudge from my more intimate universe that I am rocking my life in good ways.

We matter. You’ve heard this and blown this off a million times. But those who grab it and put it inside themselves, those people are the one who feel entitled to ask for the changes the world needs to see.

It’s a matter of allowing, coercing, and getting ourselves to see how we matter and agree with the rest of the world on this matter of us mattering. This week this was how I was validated.universal message on Shalavee.com

From my post, My Forgotten Soul in My Writing, I received these marvelous comments and feedback.

Allison Andersen said:
Yes, please keep writing! I know you will and I’m so grateful you will. I can relate to you in many ways and your lovely beautiful words say it all. The words I can’t find. Thank you!!
Martina said:
You have a beautiful way with words! I love how you can express so much in a few short sentences. I love how you can leave me sitting there, nodding and exclaiming..”That’s just how I feel” or how you make me smile as I admire your honesty. You have a gift! Thank you for sharing your gift.
From Instagram, Jennifer said:
Seeing ourselves is definitely one of the hardest jobs, but an important one too – and the fact that you let yourself been seen so openly too through your writing is courage indeed.
 
And Peg Anderson said:
I so admire you and this ability to so openly share yourself. Thank you.
 
And I say:
Thank You All For Reading and For Letting Me Know I Make A Difference. Because You Do To Me Too !

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