I love the saying,
"Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional."...
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I'm a jump first, ask questions later kind of gal. I don't actually LIKE running, but it's a sport where you can't escape yourself. In 36 years on this planet, you'd think I know who I am. But strip away the titles, the roles, the degrees, the certifications, who are we, really? That's the question I've been trying to answer.
"Get in the shower NOW!" I sternly said through snot and sneezing, As I learned that my son and his friends got into the Ant Killer Spray my husband left on the deck. Allergies blazing like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, I had enough of this day. CLUNK. "Son of a..." The Muskoka chair my husband was building came apart as he tried to lift it up. I ran over to him, blood running down his head. This is a hairy, scary, antsy, very bad day.
The more we peddled, the more water our boat took in, without us knowing. As the water started to fill the back, and it was almost completely underwater, we grabbed our son and hauled him into the front. He started shaking and crying. It was only a matter of seconds before the whole boat was going under.
I'm a business and wellness coach. I KNOW BETTER. I've been 130 lbs, 250 lbs, a size 2, a size 14, but none of that matters.
Have you ever been at a seminar or speech and when the "pitch" starts to happen and you say to yourself, "well here we go." It's because that speaker hasn't earned your trust yet. They haven't given you incredible value. So I will always sell to you. I will always make an offer because if I don't, some other person is going to come in and muck it all up for me.
I STILL catch myself green with envy somedays when I look at others, but I know envy, comparison, and assumption isn't a path I want to stay on. In the words of my mentor, Bo Eason, "Players PLAY. Spectators.. well. spectate!" There are 3 big moves you MUST make in your life to get exactly what you want. For me, it was 3rd row (I'm shooting for 1st next time around) at a concert of my dreams. What would it be for you?
I've been an emotional eater for pretty much as long as I can remember. Acting out of impulse and fear. No one wants to raise their hand and own up to that fact that they can't handle their emotions. Me especially. Ask for help? Admit that I don't have it all together! No way! But why the hell shouldn't we?