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Fear’s Worst Casualty is Hope

Today was a breakthrough day for me. A gorgeous June day with a breeze that lifted your spirit upwards. So I went out to the backyard and I gardened. Not a big deal to anyone else but a huge deal to me. I haven’t allowed myself to garden in a long time. And this decision has just left me feeling hopeless. For years.Fear's Worst Casualty on Shalavee.com

The cause has been so many things, but mostly, I gave up. Fear of not doing it well enough or not having the talent, time, money, or whatever other lie fear will tell you and “see ya’ later” soul gratifying thing. I then slipped into a hopelessness cloud for which I have found no escape. That is until today when I walked outside and began again.

By far the cruelest thing our fear brain does to us while it’s trying to keep us safe, is to rob us of hope. Hope is the breeze on which we fly to the future. But our fear brains think that to keep us safe from harm, they must keep us away from anything that may change us or our lives. Change is bad and hope insinuates change. So therefore, hope is out.

To rob a person of their hope is to give them a living walking death sentence. Without hope, you are just a zombie going through the motions. This is the cruelest of sentences to pass on someone especially yourself and yet, many are the years when I have felt the hopelessness spread over months without a reprieve.Fear's Worst Casualty on Shalavee.com

And yet, the smallest spark can be made from a word or a comment or a thought that you “could”. And then the dimmest light of hope is lit inside for an outcome that is different. A craving for a change and the way that might impact your life in even the smallest way. A hope for unity and purpose. A hope for quieting the chaos and for connection and calm.

And it all starts with pulling a few weeds and moving a few worms.

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Edit Your Story and Persist with Faith Like Cinderella

The story that is our life, up to a certain point, is written and told by others. We do not choose our parents or where we are born or the social status we are born into. Nor do we have control over who keeps us alive and what they teach us as littles. Our lives are a given in many ways and at least we can be grateful for our chance to exist. But then the story becomes ours to tell. 

Cinderella was loved and wanted when she was born. But bad things can happen to nice people. And the reverse is also true. We can be born into chaos and find a way to rise from the ashes. In my own personal experience, holding tightly to the resentment of my unlucky creation and existence doesn’t serve me. It keeps me routed to where I was and not able to move forward.Endure and Persist Like Cinderella on Shalavee.com

I would also say that a little adversity creates personal character. Cinderella is interesting because she somehow holds that love she had as a child and endures the cruelty with a faith for her future. We would expect her to want revenge for the ill-doings of the step-people but instead her inner-beauty is what gives her a chance to rise. Were she to hate them, she’d just be slumming with the haters instead of rising above as she does.

There aren’t any fairy godmothers per se, but I believe we can create our own hope and magic. And it starts with the basic understanding that we are all worthy of the effort and the hope. The only way I’ve moved on from my darkness is to maintain a blind faith that I was worth the work it has taken to get here. As if I was my daughter, an odd but profound thought.Endure and Persist Like Cinderella on Shalavee.com

As parents, and as women, we are teachers by example. Knowing that what I do is so much more powerful than what I say, I rise with as much power as I can to my life and the occasions I am creating to grow. Because deep down, even with devastating self-doubt and low self-esteem I suffered from, I still believed that this life was worth working on. And it is within my power to change my perceptions and choices and shift my life in directions of empowerment instead of self-destruction.

As women, I don’t think we will make any progress shifting our power back to ourselves until we acknowledge that we are much more than our circumstances and that our worth is a given worth fighting for. The rest of the process is figuring out how we rise as individuals to add our wealth of selves to the collective. What do we each need to learn about compassion and courage to continue our journeys to become who we authentically are? That is our real goal and the path that lights us on fire to our destinies.

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I’d Rather Do Spring

Rather than chose to focus on what’s sucky today, an emotional addiction to chaos I’ve been auto-playing for years, I now have an intention to see what is good. It’s a working intention that’s working more and more for me. I acknowledge the good and bad and look for the hope before concluding the chapter. Spring is a manifestation of hope, ever-returning to gift us back to ourselves.I'd Rather Do Spring on Shalavee.com

I acknowledge my achievements , accomplishments, and gratitudes on a regular basis in my journal so that I can come back and see where I was at this time in my life. And if all I could see in a day was bad, I now recognize that this is false. I see my fear lies waiting to say “I told you so”. It’s hungry for the anxiety I’ve been starving it from feeding for so long now.I'd Rather Do Spring on Shalavee.com

Today I go hunting instead for hope. For the signs that the earth always provides us in Spring. That hope and spring will always be ours. We just need to be patient for the promise. Have faith to wait for those sunny rays on our faces and in our hearts. Because they do come. They always do.

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Doubt Storm

I’m not unfamiliar with the doubt storm. It was always stormy where I grew up. And yet thankfully, all the hard self-work I’ve done, all the trust and safety I’ve built within myself and all the amazing creative tasks I’ve taken on have brought me geegobs of self-esteem. I have started to hear “I can” in my ear.

Until I hit a doubt storm. Again. And then I wake up to a shipwreck on fear island and no understanding of how to leave. Little fear-lets sitting at my feet hungry for more stories about how I can’t and how scary the world is.Doubt Storm on Shalavee.com

Crises of confidence are commonplace for me. You’d think I’d have a steadfast plan for these times. A lever to pull in case of emergencies, a numbered step manual on what to do in case of an ego emergency. But it seems like I come fresh to the table every time with my lack of knowledge and loads of fear.

So I usually acknowledge it. I let it do its thing a little while, write a little in my journal, and call it the BS that it is. Then I go searching for ways to counterbalance it. To bring myself back up out of the fear muck and back to where I belong at the oars of my creativity craft taking on the next journey. OK that’s cheesy but you get it.Doubt Storm on Shalavee.com

I found something today. A small speech by a truly lovely woman hosting a series of inspirational letters for creative women and entrepreneurs. And this is what she said. It is never about the destination and always about the journey. There is no happy montage in the middle of your life and then POOF you’re changed into that girl!

Instead it’s about following you creative passions and inklings step by step. It’s about starting. And it’s about knowing that you being you doing your thing will inspire other people to be them and do their things. Because the world needs that now and always.

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An Injection of Hope

Sometimes my brain drags.

My sight gets bleary, my potential gets weary.

Then I wish for an injection of hope.

Make my hope dose from crisp sunny spring air, new music, and happy love hormones shot straight into my heart.

Infuse it with the shivered pleasure of unproductive guilt-free time spent wandering and looking and laughing at my day and then shoot that straight into my bloodstream.

Throw in a giddy grand dose of naughty and a plate full of buttery cinnamon raisin toast and place these between the old and new layers of my skin. And let it happen when I’m not looking.

Add to all of that a courageous jolt of myself at 15 so I can feel what my potential can be again. I want to be jazzed about my time here on Earth. I want to feel deeply what is meant for me, my purpose bubbling up under my skin straight through to fuel my soul. I want to be outrageous, offensive, and large.

And sprinkle all that with the wafting Good Will from a chuckle of friends sharing a truth between themselves in a lunchtime parking lot, the proof that nothing has ever been a waste of time.

And then I will know.

Then I will know.

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