Finding our purpose in life seems to be an ever evolving journey throughout the seasons of our lives. Having had the privilege of serving so many seniors in our community, the verbiage I hear the most is “I feel useless”. Compared to the days of our youth when our main objective of the day was to keep the children alive, service to others was our purpose. Once we pass the hypothetical halfway mark of life, we often lose that sense of ambition and even question why we are still here. If you are afraid of dying, try the strategies outlined here.
The first half of our lives is spent working toward graduating high school, learning a trade or getting a degree, getting married, having children, and then raising them. Our goals at that time reach forward into the future and serving others is what we do every single day. It’s easy to find objective when we stay busy.
Once we get over the hill, those we once cared for no longer need as much attention and we make a shift toward only taking care of ourselves. Our children bring our grandchildren over and although we are glad to see the headlights, we are equally glad to see the taillights because raising kids is for the young. This is an enjoyable time in life because we still have the majority of our health and can enjoy our spouse more since they got less attention while we raised the children.
Retirement comes and our intentions become less about working and more about enjoying. Often, this phase of life is the most planned for and requires the most financial preparation. Our purpose is to play golf or to travel or be active at the country club-things we didn’t have time or money for in our youth.
As the process of aging creeps up and our health fails more, purpose becomes something we long for in life. It becomes a fleeting memory of days gone by. Perhaps our purpose in the winter of our lives is to give the younger generation someone to serve as we did in our youth. What are servants without people to serve? Aging is a gift that some never have the opportunity to experience. Instead of questioning our remaining purpose here on earth, why not put our efforts into giving solid advice to the young as well as giving them the opportunity to serve.
As young people, let us enjoy the opportunities to serve, for as we grow older, we will become the served. If you would like to discuss adding positivity into your life with life coaching, contact me by clicking here
Best Days Are Made,
Since quarantinement, (yes that is a new word I created), I have watched Tiger King twice, but Bohemian Rhapsody has become a movie I can watch over and over. It has made me more of a Queen fan than I ever was before and I do believe my enamorment with Freddie Mercury is the reason. What a guy! I mean, he is the epitome of #flawesome on the Streets.
If you know me at all, you have heard me say that if I had money to either send my kids to college or fix their teeth, I would fix their teeth. As a huge advocate and speaker on the subject of self esteem, teeth are key to feeling good about yourself. People whose teeth are nice smile more. It is a fact. It helps you self confidence. That is my opinion, you should make it yours. lol. Poor Freddie Mercury. If he had been born Freddie Anglin, he would have had his teeth fixed faster than he discovered his love of performance. OH-stop right there. HAD he been born an Anglin, he would never have been the Freddie Mercury, Queen of Queens. Why? Well, because I would have had his teeth fixed. Fact is, his teeth are what gave his incredible sound. The way the air went through the overbite and extended front teeth is what made him one of the greatest vocal performers of all time in my opinion. American Idol always looks for the different sound. Freddie was that because of his teeth among natural talent.
You go forth and be fabulous with your flawesome self, Freddie! I am glad you were not born an Anglin so that I can enjoy your music while I clean and paint my house during quarantine.
We all have a version of "Freddie's teeth". Maybe it is double chins. Maybe it is large hips. Maybe it is severe shyness. Freddie gives us the real life example that we can embrace our flaws and be awesome!
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Best Days are Made,
I am truly a worshipper of the sun. From lApril to October you can find me at the pool every single day. I am sure a lot of it is just a general enjoyment of water and the sun and warm weather, but I really miss it in the winter. I have read a lot about loving the water so much and I believe that empaths love water. An empath is a person who feels the emotions and issues of other so deeply that it affects them. Empaths will take issues upon themselves as though that problem is theirs. Some people can just listen to others and move on. Empaths don't. We take this into ourselves and adopt it as our own.
This year has been worse than others with seasonal depression in the winter. Some days I have trouble getting out of bed. Some days when I make it out of the bed I transfer to the couch. It is not good. It is not fun. I have no motivation to do anything at all. Sometimes it is at the point that I won't even leave the house to get something that is important that we are out of. I have been able to hide it well just because I have grown children living at home and if I need something, they will pick it up and not think anything about it.
I went into a state of mourning in October knowing that pool season is over. Thank goodness that my community leaves the pool open until October. Most places close the pool at Labor Day. I am blessed to have an extra month. My strategy for this year was to soak in the bathtub each day. It helps some but not enough that I was not having issues. I started researching light therapy. There is enough research out there that I was willing to try it. I also researched types of lamps. I ordered mine from Amazon and they have them on sale right now.
I sit by my lamp every day while I drink my coffee and it makes a big difference for me. I notice that I am more motivated, get up on time, am energized for my day, and am generally in a more upbeat mood than normal for winter for me. I waited several weeks to recommend light therapy just to see if it really makes a difference for me. Well it does. I leave mine on for about 20 minutes. Sometimes I even wear my sunglasses because they make me happy. I have my lamp sitting. on the end table next to my couch. It is about the size of an iPad mini. Does not have a large footprint in my decor either. The light has three settings of light brightness. The directions say to start small and work up. I was so depressed that I just started on the high setting and noticed a difference right away in my motivation. Now, I look forward to my light time in the same way that I looked forward to going to the pool in the summer. Get you a light. If my symptoms sound like you, then get one. Here is the link to the one I recommend and bought myself. This is an active link and you can order straight from there. Let me know what you think!
Make Today the Best Day Ever!
It is staggering to me how many people in society are struggling with feeling like they are enough. There is debilitating, crushing pressure on all of us to be someone we are not. To wear something that is acceptable, to act a way that is normal, to work a job that is approved, but who is actually the gauge to measure what is acceptable, normal, or approved. I have lived my life trying to fit in. Worth and value to society is one of the hardest concepts to adopt into your everyday thinking and oppressive opinions and expectations are the root of all evil here.
Can you even imagine if we were all just alike? Everyone had blonde straight hair? Everyone was thin? Everyone eats kale salad for lunch? This was not how the world was created. We would have nothing at all to learn in this world if everyone were alike. I have struggled with my weight for my entire life. Menopause has done a real number on my body and I would love not to be fat like I thought I was years ago. I think of all the time I wasted sucking in my belly and trying to look thinner. I am over it. I am tired of trying to fit into the mold that society wants to pour me into and pop me out looking just the way that television would dictate that I should look. Bless us all. How do you accept that you are enough? That is such an illustrious goal and one that many are 6 feet under without ever grasping. It is sad really, to go to your grave still trying to suck in, not just sucking in your gut but sucking in the real us that society does not want.
Today is D day. the end. finality. Repeat this after me: I am me. Others can learn from me. I have value, I have worth. I am not the sum of my past. I am my future. I am adorable. Stand in front of the mirror and repeat this until you believe it. Pour into yourself because no one else will. Be like Nike, just do it.
Today, may you realize that you are enough with your moles, your belly fat, your double chin, your poor decisions, your job that you hate, your failures and your triumphs. YOU. ARE ENOUGH.
Make today the best day ever and go forth and be fabulous!
Have you ever noticed that people are basically the same as they have been all along? Take me, for example. I am naturally a bigger person. I have been accused of a lot of things but being petite or delicate is not one of them. I have been thinner and I have been larger, but if you look at me over the years, I am basically one form.
I know people who could eat a whole pie and never gain a pound and I can look at a pie and gain three pounds. We are all made so differently. Our metabolisms are different, our body build is different, our habits are different. Some people naturally gravitate toward salads and fruits and others, like me, gravitate toward meat and potatoes. There is nothing wrong with any of these body types or habits. Imagine if God created us all exactly alike.
In order to be thinner, we have to do something drastic. In order to gain weight we have to do something drastic. 6 years ago I lost down to the smallest I have ever been in my entire life. I looked sick. I didn’t realize it at the time but looking back on pictures, my face is sunk in and I just look ill. Truth was, I was not doing well during that time in my life and yet, everyone told me how good I looked. I would walk away wondering if they could see the cobwebs on the inside. Sometimes drastic weight loss is a sign of inward crumble. Don’t mistake what I am saying-it’s great when people lose weight and become healthier. Some people need to carve some pounds off for their health and I applaud you for that. It’s important to take care of yourself and your health. If losing weight is a part of that plan then that is a beautiful thing and not what I am making a point about. The point that I am attempting to drive home is that some people are naturally petite, naturally fluffy, naturally a salad lover, naturally a meat lover, naturally tall and skinny or naturally tall and fluffy, etc.
If you really look around at people you have known for a long time, they may have been thinner or bigger at certain points in their lives but we all have a natural body balance that we were born with. This year, in 2020, the year of perfect vision, I would like to see more people embrace themselves for who they are and try to simply be the best you that you can be. Live your best life, whatever that means for you, and stop comparison analysis of others. Be yourself because everyone else is taken. You are enough, with your flaws and shortcomings, your mistakes and shame, your triumphs and tragedies, and your successes and failures. You are enough.
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Here are some pics of me through the years. I’ve been fatter and I’ve been thinner. But basically I’m a larger person naturally. I will accept that and know that I am enough.
I have always heard that everything has a price tag on it. Now I do have a few items in my house that I would not take money for but overall, everything has a value. Society has taught us to place a value on everything. What about time? What is the value on our time?
I have to admit that in the past, I never factored in my time to the value of things. I just ordered my first set of groceries to be delivered to the house and it was totally worth a $10 delivery fee to save myself the trouble. In the past, I would think, "I am not paying someone to do something I can do myself. Well, my time is worth $10 to me. I will invest in delivered groceries again.
Travel agents get paid when you book your vacation. The work they do in advance of that booking to gather information for you is their time. If you don't book with them, then you have robbed them of their time. Be committed when you involve another person. Be committed if you ask an artist to design a tattoo for you. They get paid when you get the tattoo. People's time has a value on it. If you hire a speaker, the price reflects the time to prepare what needs to be said.
Some places charge for their time. Some tattoo artists even charge a deposit to put a pencil to paper. I don't blame them. I have witnessed so many times that someone comes into the shop, discussed a design, had it drawn and then did not get it. Most places require a non refundable deposit on work to prevent this. A deposit to hold a car, furniture, goods and even services is a good idea to ensure that we have skin in the game. We are humans and if we don't have skin in the game, we tend to not follow through with our plans.
If you scroll past this blog post with one thing, let it be the awareness that more goes into things that the actual thing itself that requires time. Most don't get paid until the task or goods are complete. Be aware and be committed when you involve others in your dealings. Our time is valuable. I need to order my groceries now so that someone else can shop for me. My time is valuable.
Make today the best ever!
I was invited to come visit Nashville Agape today. As an adopted child, Nashville Agape holds a very close sweet spot in my heart. The current building is not the place I visited as a baby when I was adopted, but I did not expect the emotions I had flood my mind as I entered the building. I was kindly seated in the waiting room and was looking around. This place holds so many hopes and dreams. The mother and father about to have an adoption party onsite. The mother who is there to visit her children while she tries to get her life together. The foster parents there to pick up their newest addition to their home. Just a plethora of reasons folks would be there. When I walked in the door I physically felt the hope there. It was an emotional weight in my chest.
I sat there and observed a woman filling out paperwork of some sort. Another woman was staring off into space. I couldn’t help but wonder why they were there. I also couldn’t keep my mind from wandering to the thought of how my parents must have felt sitting in a waiting room much like the one I was sitting in today. Waiting for me. Knowing that when they were called back, the social worker would bring their baby girl, me, to them. The sheer magnitude of excitement must have been overwhelming to them as they waited to be called back so many years ago. I could imagine the 1960 model cars going up and down the street. I got choked up just sitting there. I was called back and given a tour of the location including the timeline of the history of Nashville Agape. I was shown the room where families receive their child when they adopt. As I looked into the room, I could see a much younger version of my parents sitting on that couch waiting for me, receiving me, and holding me for the very first time. My mind’s eye painted that as a beautiful portrait of a moment in my family’s life.
I had a beautiful discussion with the folks there at Agape today but more than anything I enjoyed the hope that I felt within the walls of the building. May God bless all the selfless mothers who gave up their children or will give up their children so that they can have a life better than what they can provide at the time of their child’s birth. God bless the foster parents and the parents who are trying to get their act together so they can regain custody of their children. God bless the children. And God bless every person affiliated with Nashville Agape. They are heroes in my book. I was blessed to meet several of them today. Heroes.
I have come to the dramatic realization in the past two months that all that matters in this world is people. Being right doesn’t matter, being wrong doesn’t matter. The details of a story as I recall it don’t matter. Nothing matters except people loving people. The next time you are fighting to be right, back down. The next time you are wrong, back down. Choose peace. I see so much turmoil in this world everywhere I go. Even people fighting in the self checkout lanes. The world is angry. Back down. People are all that matter. Who was first in line doesn’t matter. Choose peace. It’s a mindset. Tweak your thinking and quit arguing. Just peacefully go about your day and trim out those who threaten your peace. You can’t control others but you can control yourself. Go forth and be fabulous Friends!!
Not gunna lie, it’s been a rough 10 days around here. I will continue to declare it as best day ever simply because if I still worked full time I don’t know what I would have done it. So super glad I was home.
My husband and I ate breakfast at Cracker Barrel this morning and I already had decided on first degree overeating. That, actually, is grounds for arrest. That means that I premeditated overeating. Planned it in advance. I already knew what I would order and it’s overeating at its finest. Mama’s French toast breakfast with a bowl of butter. If you have never ordered a bowl of butter you are missing out. Those little packets of butter are enough to make you mad. Order a bowl of butter. You are welcome.
The waitress came to our table and I said, “I will be emotionally eating today so I will have Momma’s French toast breakfast with a bowl of butter and extra syrup.” Why do we hide our intentions and coping mechanisms? The waitress appreciated that I said I would be emotionally eating today. I think we all can relate to that. Being able to admit it and own it and move forward with it sheds light on our darkest moments.
Nothing good breeds in darkness. Mold, abuse, mental illness, children out past curfew, suicidal tendencies, robberies, trafficking, etc, all breed in darkness. Even emotional eating breeds in darkness. Let’s shed light on it and give it a name and bring it into the light. We all struggle from time to time.
I suppose that announcing that I would be emotionally eating today at breakfast was radical. What I find in giving emotions a name is that they no longer control me. Bring your emotions into the light where goodness and kindness and light and love breed. Even if it means shocking your waitress by announcing you will be emotionally eating today. When you give it a name, you get your power back because admitting it means that you emotionally eat once and then move forward rather than eating yourself into oblivion for eternity. Be real. Be you. Be light.
I would love to speak at your next event or work with you one on one to embrace your flawed, awesome self. #flawesome
I am a conscientious objector to mainstream life. I’m radical. Rogue. I quit my job because God said I needed to. My work was done there. I came home and looked to the Heavens and said “Ok God, I quit my job, now what?” What I did is not mainstream. It’s not something that people do. I object to going through the motions of living. I will be willing. I will be open. I will do the next right thing. I will listen for my Lord to give me the cue to go or do. All I’m responsible for is waking up and being willing. Gone are the days of perfect hair and perfect facades. Welcome real. Welcome raw. Welcome radical. Welcome peace. Welcome joy. Welcome to a world void of worry.
We spend so much time trying to plan our days and our weeks and our years and our lives that we don’t allow the nudging of the Holy Spirit to direct our paths. We do it like Frank Sinatra-Our Way. When you decide that your way isn’t working as well as you would like, bring your bed head over here and let’s be radical. Let’s conscientiously object to normal life. I can’t change the world. But what I can do is change the world for one person. I’ll be radical. I’ll quit my job. I’ll do it sight unseen just because I got a nudge from God. I’ll write a book. I won’t try to make money off of it because I’d rather give one person hope for another day. Money will come if my focus is one more. Lord send me one more person who needs to be filled with hope. Send me one more. Send me one who feels stuck. Then send me one more. You see, I don’t wear the superhero cape. God does, but I am His hands and feet. You are too. We can’t change the world but we can change the world for one person by waking up and being willing. Radical. Rogue. Lord, send us one more.