I sat at the dining room table leafing through a magazine. Beautiful women appeared on the glossy pages — Drew Barrymore, Julia Roberts, Oprah Winfrey, to name a few. Beautiful, flawless complexions. The photos are airbrushed and though I know that I suddenly slip into a feeling of being less than.
I think to myself, "I wish that I could be airbrushed when I woke up in the morning."
I continue flipping the pages, I notice that it's filled with information on how to improve yourself. Hmm...we're never quite right, are we? Always something needs to be fixed.
As I turn my head to look out the patio doors, I see the magnificent Soft Maple tree in the backyard. It's really stunning. No matter what time of the year it is, there isn't a moment that it doesn't fill my heart and soul. It brings me peace when I have inner turbulence going on in my life. It's perfect. I smile and bring my focus back to the magazine. This time as I turn the pages, I'm looking at content with a...
They say variety is the spice of life. Well if they're talking about emotions, then I'm in business.
I wake up in the morning typically feeling great, however, at any moment that can change.
Usually, I don't even need to open my eyes to know there's a cat nearby. There's nothing like the love of a fur baby to start your day off. A heaping serving of love in the morning is definitely, the purrfect way to start my day.
As I make my way downstairs, my mind moves ahead of me and starts to organize my thoughts.
A glass of water, probiotic, coffee, notebook (in case I have a brilliant thought), phone close by in case I feel the urge to listen to an audiobook and of course, a physical book if that's what I want.
It's not that I have the so-called luxury of making my morning's my own, it's that I chose years ago to start getting up super early in the morning so that I would have the time to do whatever calls to me. I love my quiet time.
After returning home from some early morning errands, I went to sit in the family room. Coffee on the table to my right, feet on the small black ottoman, blanket on my legs and then, of course, cat on my legs.
I smile as I look to my left. Oliver sleeps curled up on a blanket next to me. Yes, I am a crazy cat lady.
I reach for my book, open it to where I last left off and remove the raffle ticket that is marking my place in the book. I started using it as a bookmark after I attended an event I went to a couple of weeks ago, or has it been longer? Removing the bookmark, I glance at the page and read a couple of lines. I find my spot and begin to read.
The sunlight coming through the front window is distracting. I lift my head and gaze out the window. Though it may not be appealing to some, I'm looking at the inside of three Alberta Spruce trees. They were supposed to Dwarf Alberta Spruce trees, but they didn't get the memo. They stand 14-16 feet tall....
Last night I started to reflect on the journey I started almost nineteen years ago. I've done a lot of work on myself through the years, and this morning when I woke up, I was ready to acknowledge all of it.
I could hear a voice in my head, "It's time to get on with it."
Today is my birthday, and I committed to starting my blog today. Why today? Because I turned fifty-four today.
As I write this, I can feel emotions moving through me. A little voice tells me it's not fair. Another voice tells me that it's time to get the fuck on with it. It's time to live the life that you're meant to live. What are you waiting for?
The truth is, I'm feeling a little nervous. In some ways, I don't care about what people think of me, but in another way...I Care Deeply.
You see, I want to help women live their lives to the fullest. I want to see you grow and expand your life in a way that you never imagined before. And, I fear that if I show up with all of my warts and imperfections, the very thing...