Linette
As a mother, there have been many days I have been challenged beyond my wildest dreams. There is nothing that can prepare you for some of the adventures that await you when there is a new little person is introduced to your household. After all, they come with their own ideas, creative thought processes, and overall personalities. For the most part it is a blast watching them bloom into amazing people. There are, however, times of serious "what the....?" that side swipes you and hits you upside the head!For this family unit I have to say our biggest "dear God what do we do with this?" would have to be our son and his inordinate affection for feces!!! YES....that is what I said! From the time the kid was quite itty bitty he has been intrigued by everything about it. Most kids at one point or another take off a poopy diaper and investigate the possibilities. Can I fling it, and make it fly? Can I smear it? Or even better, Mom is going to love what I have done with the place, it needed a new pop of color! Then there is the occasional rare bird that thinks man that smells good, what a treat!!!!! Are you barfing yet....just wait! Try taking it even further. Our son, our precious boy and the finale to our symphony is a poop eater!!!!! I know, I know, believe me I KNOW!!!!! I cannot explain the utter revoltion and shock you experience as a parent the first time your child ingests something made only to exit a body! Walking up from the backyard with a lawn cigar and a smile. YIKES! The only saving grace for a parent in moments like these is the fall back: it's a phase. All children have them at every level of growth. They go through stages of development and obviously this particular one is in the category of "broken phases that is surely on it's way out !" Not to mention the absolute resignation to the fact that no way would he ever do it again, how gross that must taste....just plain stinking nasty!!! Unfortunately for me, and now you, he not only did it again, but would do it today given the opportunity. He loves it!(try not to judge him...or us for that matter) When we take walks and he sees a pile on the sidewalk or off to the side he lights up and starts to veer. Don't panic we stop him of course. So I know you are wondering where I am going with all of this and how in the world could this possibly connect to anything???? I'll tell you. Today my boy is potty trained. Thank you Jesus! The day has come and the band is marching on. We, however, cannot leave him to his own devises while engaging in number 2. He must have supervision, and truth be told, he doesn't like to be alone during this "special" time anyway. So, one of us is there to sit and encourage and keep him from any bowl antics. OK, I don't know about other boys, but this kid can sit there forever. Just when I think, this is the time to get the heck out of dodge I will ask him "Honey, are you all done pooping?" He will say "Nope....still pooping." This will go back and forth quite a few times. And so I sit....waiting....waiting....waiting. Then one day I had a light bulb moment. Through all of these crazy times with this really amazing, albeit gross at times, future world re- arranger I am given opportunity to be patient. To get beyond myself and get on his level and though I may never figure out his thought processes, I get to love him anyway. I cannot lie he drives me utterly insane at times, but he is worth it. He is worth it all, and I do not know what I would do without him in my life. His life has a purpose and through my choice to be patient and willing to go with the flow (literally at times:)) I am giving him the ability to learn that although this behavior is unacceptable in most countries, he is acceptable. He is the only one of his kind...that is a for sure statement!So there you are my friends. You are left to ponder for yourselves the craziness your life has brought you and how it has somehow made you a better person. I am forever being further developed in this area. The letting go has been and still is very difficult at times, but I have to say I am very proud of myself when it actually happens. I'll bet you are too!
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Linette
Authenticity has definitions that span a far and wide distance. Each person has a unique and individual sense about them and in order for them to succeed in authenticity, they have to venture off from the pack and explore out on their own. For some, this journey is easier than for others. It is an adventure, an opportunity, an excuse to soar into greatness. The other half sees it as nothing more than a stretch that they are, at times, unwilling to allow. Life, however, dictates things to us that we have little or no control over. On this excursion I am on, I ponder much. I find myself asking me questions." Self," I might say, "Self, are you being real right now?" OR "Linette, the feelings you are experiencing seem a bit competitive, is that really living a life of authenticity?" As you can imagine answering these questions is painful at times, but how else do I grow without the challenge, even if it comes from myself. So, one of the questions posed lately, quite frequently actually, is when are you real enough to be big enough for it to be "her" turn. What do I mean???? I can hear you asking. Well, here is my thought process. I am on this planet for many reasons, as are you. One of the purposes for our existences is to be friends, counselors, safe places to fall and ears that hear. Do you see where this is going? There have been times in my life when it is not about me. I am not referring to unhealthy, self defeating times. On the contrary, I speak of the moments when I have been fortunate enough to be used by heaven to be a friend's tangible connection of grace. Actually, I find extreme satisfaction in that place. It comes naturally for me and is very much part of who I am. I do, however, have times when my tank is so empty that it is hard work to be there for another. In retrospect, I am realizing that there are times when that is OK. Times of need are good places, especially when recognized and heeded as such. In those times, I too have amazing relationships in my life that are a comfort and bring input and clarity.....for them I am eternally grateful!! There have also been periods of need in someone else that have taken precedence over my current happenings. I have had moments where someone important to me is hurting immensely or breaking down in who they are temporarily. I would venture a guess, that each of you have experienced the same thing in one way or another. A balance is so necessary in these situations, and this is again where I had an epiphany moment. When I am walking the path of real and knowing and liking who I am, being available to go to the ends of the earth with a person in need is natural and attainable. Actually, here is the depth of truth in it. When we are living authentic, healthy lives we are available for others and give out of who we are. There lies the ability to say you know what it's "her turn" and I am so happy with that! What better satisfaction in life can you have than being a part of a friend's lift off into greater amazing-ness and peace? Along the way you will very possibly find another piece of you and watch your greatness bloom into a new season. 'Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for her friends.' (Jesus)
Linette
I think to some, reading excerpts of any kind from an author addicted to extreme punctuation can be quite annoying. Unfortunately for you, I am one of those writers! I am, I can't help myself....I love to have the dramatic pause and the excited tone. I even love the smiley faces :). And don't get me started on exclamation points, they rock!!!!So, I was pondering my enthusiastic attempts at prose, and I came to a slight conclusion. Passion is in my blood and heartbeat, and very much at the center of it. Whether it is about me or not, I love the anticipation of goodness on this earth in whatever form it comes. The creme de la creme for me is when a person dives into a new realm of revelation for their lives. I clamor at the chance to be a part of the free fall with them as they engage beyond their current "known"and into the scary and unexpected just outside their reach. That is where they are found having to surrender to the realization that there is a heck of a lot they don't know, and they become OK with that! They become further aware of how great of a Creator we have.Truth be told there are so many heroes we never hear about. People who are delving into realities and places that horrify them, but yet they keep charging forward eyes wide shut! Beautiful....I love it. I am attempting to live in that place right now. The jump is mid-air and the gorge below is undefined. The darkness is vast but at the very base of it, I can see a sliver of light so intense, there are no words other than freedom! We are all heroes in one way or another. And what is a guarantee is that there is more life ahead of us with ample opportunity to jump, fall, dive, catapult, or all of the above into our destinies! I think the best place to start is loving our lives to the point of complete contentment except for the inquenchable fire for more of Him. We would feel more heroic than imaginable! We would definitely allow ourselves to see the heroism in and through us and be loving ourselves and those around us with ferver! I'm thinking sign me up!At this point I am most definitely going to continue to bother people with my ethusiasm for punctuation....maybe it will catch on!!! We can all be exclamation point and smiley face crazy over these lives we have been given and the lives of those around us ;).
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Linette
*Your husband/boyfriend/random waiter walks up to you with a smile and offer you help of any kind, you immediately react with the intent to kill, AND it was all their fault just for being there!*A child, yours or maybe not, is playing gleefully and laughing and you KNOW they are laughing at you, and probably telling all their friends about it and now they too are giggling at your expense.* About 3 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon if you do not shove something sugary or salty, and far from good for you down your throat you might literally explode.*If there was a way to unzip your skin and step out of your body to be anyone, or anywhere else you would do it no questions asked! Just make the creepy intense feelings inside stop!*One minute you are feeling comfortable and cool and the next minute you make a trip to Hades and your internal temperature is ONE THOUSAND degrees.*My personal favorite lately is the I have no idea if I said that, when I said that, or who I might have said that to syndrome. Chicks plus hormones equals a need for others to run for lives!I might be slightly exaggerating (I hear I tend to do that) but the idea is valid. I don't know about you, but I have had my fill of being insane on moment or day and a normal functioning person the next. I cannot even figure myself out. My poor husband is a trooper. I have not had a period since the conception of my son almost 4 years ago. Yes, that's right freedom from Aunt Flo visiting, but instead I have been trapped in hormone hell. I have investigated healthy options through natural means, and I went to the doctor a while back with no real answers. I am planning to pursue medical intervention here very soon again, but this is not where I would like to focus my heart today.Instead, I want to chat about the prevalent part these twists and turns in our lives hormonally affect our everything. Seriously, if my man acted half as dramatic as I do at times I don't know what I would do. I think I would assume he was going crazy and needed intervention...QUICK!I am eternally grateful that he is understanding, confused at times, but very understanding to the best of his ability. I have attempted to explain what it is like in dude terms, but when I am wailing and turning purple with frustration it comes out a little jumbled. Not to mention the fact that he, no matter how hard he tries or how well I explain it, cannot understand it. It is so unique to females, that I think the male species has universally decided that we have come up with the most fool proof "get out of taking responsibility card" ever! Can we blame them really? I can't.I think the best thing for me, while on the quest through prayer and medical means to find the solution, to do is to be surrounded by people who know me at the root and core of who I am . I think I get the most defeated when I consider how off my "norm" I am at times. Talk about looking through colored glasses....I can hardly see at all. My perceptions are so skewed, and everything becomes personal.So, here I am sticking myself out there letting all of you know that I am vulnerable and have days of total resignation. But you know what, hope is bigger in me. Even when I feel as though it is all lost just from the overwhelming sense of not being able to think straight, the pit of who I am reminds me that I am a champion. I will get to other side of this mountain, and when I do, I plan to take many with me into the victory circle!
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Linette
I need to.......ExerciseDo laundryGo grocery shoppingEat healthyRedecorateCall so and so, so and so, and so and soBe happy to be meMake lunchMake dinnerClean the houseOrganize the closetsPray........for everythingKid's homeworkDate husbandBe a good friendChange the WORLD!!!!I need to, I need to , I need to. I think that is the most infamous phrase of my vocabulary. Isn't it true though? There is always something to be done. We women frantically work ourselves up in to a frenzy trying to complete the never ending list of to do's. Tasking is necessary for sure. Things literally must be done for the world to continue on it's axiom and for everyone to live on. Imagine life without food, or the filth we would live in if cleaning didn't happen. So in light of this I have to appreciate the beauty of everyday lists. There is, however, a side of this that can reach unhealthy, pressure filled, performance driven levels. Let's chat about that, shall we??Where to draw the line?? I am one of those people that tends to be all or nothing. I will go through seasons of go and keep on going. I will feel accomplished and proud of everything in the "done" list. I am awakened on a daily basis with a sense of well being in the needs to do, not overwhelmed and feeling unable. Feed the monkeys...check. Clean the house....check. Solve the problems of someone I love....check. Feel good about one's self....check! I love that place. I am not forced to do anything outside my ability or realm of possibility of growth or stretching. After all, life is filled with the true desire to expand for sure. What about when I am not in the "all" column and more like in the "nothing" category? My whole perception of myself can get a tad bit askew. I become somewhat obsessed with the list of need to's or should haves. I focus on the fact that they are not getting done, and in that place for some reason the list gets longer and longer without any slowing it down. It is compounded by the fact that I do not seem to have it to give that day or else the day doesn't have it to give to me. OK, I know some of you are probably thinking "suck it up sister, who wouldn't rather be in Bermuda?"I hear that....but, it is not the fact that I don't want to or that I am unmotivated that I want to focus on. (that can be a whole other post) I want to hone in on the feelings of inadequacy that hover. Here's the thing. Everything gets done....eventually. It is kind of like potty training. A friend of mine once reminded me that she has never met a high school student that was still in diapers. They all eventually give in and you get'r done. (I can happily report that we crossed that bridge very recently with the youngest and are doing the "woo hoo it's over" dance!) The same is true with the "list". So why then is it so easy to self judge when my system is unique to me and not like yours maybe? Releasing myself into the life of freedom is so hard, and yet becoming so innately fulfilling all at once. When I realized that "they" don't really have a say in who I am except for the voice I have given them. In fact, my own expectations are the "they" more than anyone or anything. I had to sit back and say "wow, I didn't see that comin'." The truth is that I am not what I do.....I am who I am. The healthiest version of that is the ability to be who I am and out of that comfort do what is there to do, for me, for my family and for others. Doing it from a heart that is full and happy is where I am endeavouring to be and stay. You with me on this one?
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Linette
So, I am laying in bed thinking of my week to come when I all of a sudden remembered the ending to last week. Not the fun parts mind you, but the one thing that sticks out the most. The nasty cupcakes I actually sent to school with my daughter for a celebration they were having! And YES, I made them. Well, I baked them and the kids decorated them. So here is confession time, and a little piece of Linette real. I am a baked good control freak.....I am. I love to bake, it comes very easily for me. I create things off the cuff and most of the time they turn out pretty tasty. What I do not do well, is letting things leave my house, with my name attached, that should never be seen let alone eaten! My middle monkey wanted peanut butter and jelly cupcakes for her school. Easy enough, I can do that. I instantly formulate a plan in my mind of how I am going to carry out the desires of my girl and fulfill some of my kindergarten mom responsibility. It's baking...done...easy...so me, I am there! And I cannot lie, I am knowing that there is someone out there that will be impressed by the creativity and general wonderment of yumminess. (barf)So what happened you ask? I'll tell you. First of all, I cheated and started with boxed cake mix. Ok, I will admit, I use them often for cake. I know, I know that is just wrong. But honestly, they usually turn out super tasty and then I make my own managerie of goodness for frosting. This time I decided the frosting would be peanut butter and I would put jelly in the middle of the cupcakes, for a surprise bite. Easy enough. So, off I went. I have been attempting to include the little ones in the kitchen whenever I can, this is growth for me. I would rather just power through and do my thing, but they both LOVE to be a part of mixing etc. All is well. I was pretty tickled as they went into the oven. Out they came looking great. I frosted them and let the kids sprinkle them with inappropriate sprinkles because ghosts and bats are not in demand around here normally, so butterflies and dinosaurs it is! Ok, light brown frosting with the occasional pastel colored cutout on top is not pretty. They looked sad....no really. The cupcakes looked dissappointed like "hey lady, we were really looking forward to being wanted.....what went wrong?" At this point I am thinking, hey this is all part of letting things be. I can be authentic and not care what people think, right? WRONG....I was thinking "authentic for me is a more along the lines of tasty and at least a little attractive!" I am horrified, but keeping my perspective healthy.Moving forward, I decide to let it go. Looks aren't everything. So what. I will eat one and prove that it is all in my head. Ok, when you peel the paper off a cupcake, do you enjoy having the bottom of it resemble an open wound? No I am serious. The jam I used was the spreadable fruit kind, a bit thicker and darker in color. Well, apparently the heaviness of it dragged it to the bottom and it baked onto the paper liner. So when you peeled it, the majority of the jam was left on the paper and a gaping brownish-reddish hole was left in the cake. Ummmmmm.......yummy, NOT!!!!So there I am, keeping my cool and struggling inside. What to do, what to do?? I took a bite. I did. The texture was squishier than normal with a moist dampness that was inexplicable. The flavor, surprisingly was not that bad....but everything else, well not good. Time was short and I was out of time for a do over. Everything in me was screaming I cannot send these as a first representation of what I do, right? Guess what....I sent them! Yikes, I know, but I did it! I am obviously scarred by the whole thing, but I did it and in some deep way I am actually proud of myself. The kids thought they were amazing. My husband is always the encouraging uplifter and said they looked awesome. He didn't eat one mind you. Then I had an epiphany of sorts, a sunnier side of the street realization. They are perfect.....it's halloween. People eat things like oozing wounds for this holiday. Just because I want to vomit at the mere thought of it does not mean everybody will, and maybe they want to. Who am I to say they can't? Alas, I am saved and I have grown a little even. Life is amazing! I just hope a little kid somewhere is not up nights because the nasty thing he ingested scared him from enjoying peaceful sleep.
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Linette
Nothing says "I am happy and all is well in my closet" like a rad pair of jeans! Come on ladies, you know what I am saying, right? All the world can be in chaos around you, but if you are feeling the jeans.....ahhhhhhhhh! (sigh). The walk is lighter, the top half is somehow amazingly cuter, and your joie de vive is elevated! So what happens when you are NOT feeling the jeans? I have been walking into my closet day after day for months now, attempting to keep a stiff upper lip about the wardrobe. Shallow, I know, dramatic and somewhat ridiculous....forgive me. If I am to be authentic, I must do so it in all it's glory....no matter how lame that might be at times! My body is changing, as are styles, and jeans are foundational to my wardrobe. I need (I am using that term loosely) a few new pairs really. There has to be the really dark nightlife possibility, the everyday give and take relaxed pair, and maybe a funkier style for the "I feel hip" look. But even though there is the need for the new, there will inevitably always be a few tried and true pair that never leave the closet. So this got me thinking about how jeans are a great analogy for relationships. Bare with me, I think I can bring this home. At first a pair of jeans can be a little stiff, and not familiar. The longer you wear them the more comfortable they get and the more you actually want to wear them. You imagine them with this blouse or that sweater and you think about how a pair of boots could really set them apart. Let's not forget the fact that the jeans can also be a barometer of where our bodies are. We have the fat jeans, the skinny jeans, the all times jeans. They can be very quick to remind us where we are, therefore when feeling chubby or uncomfortable we avoid them. For some women jeans are not as important. They have career wear or a real need for intense fashion. Maybe they wear a uniform of sorts everyday. Or maybe they just think they can never find a pair that fits. Do you see where this is going??? You truly have to give a pair of jeans a chance to fit into your wardrobe and life. Sometimes you have to change a bit to fit in the jeans. For some of them that is worth it. For others it is a no-brainer that they have to go, and you are good with where you are and changing is not going to happen. These days jeans have become a fashion staple. They are worn for every occasion and dressed up or down to accommodate the needs of the event no matter how large or small. They range in price from really reasonable to astronomical. Interestingly enough, somewhere someone pays the price for them no matter how absurd or economical....it just happens. And then let's not forget the difference between a pair that has been worn several times and are nice and giving, to the pair just out of the wash that need a good squat and tug to avoid feeling like you are a sausage just being stuffed!What's my point?......just like the jeans, relationships are individual and unique. There are different kinds for different seasons. Some take time to be comfortable, while others just fit right out of the gate. There are those relationships that with age that just get better and they will never be replaced, and then those that have there time and they fizzle out for this reason or that. In any case, they are necessary and a staple to happy life. They are worth it and deserve the occasional tug and pull. At times in relationship you feel like you are wearing a pair of jeans that are creeping into a zone that they weren't invited and is therefore mighty uncomfortable :). So those you don't wear so much...if ever! I love the relationships and jeans that fit well, compliment my life and yet at times still might need a stretch. Trying on a new pair can be scary, but then you find the ones that make your butt look amazing and your life is changed forever! Go shopping....explore your options, live large and well. As much as I cannot live without my jeans, all the more, I so value my precious relationships both new and well worn! They make me a better woman and keep me right where I belong....feeling loved.
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Linette
I suppose in order to be authentic, one must be real to the point of pain at times for the greater good. SO, here goes. This was not a pretty morning. Instead of having a peaceful wake up and start to the weekend, it was met with chaos and confrontation ( much of which I created)! I hate that. I have this thought process that tells me that mornings are reserved for serenity and calmness. That somehow there is an unwritten rule that the volume must be lower, cooperation must engaged, and everyone is smiley and full of rest! NOT! I think I am realizing that maybe the expectations for the "movie-perfect" rise and shine are a bit out of whack. I often find myself, in my minds eye, imagining life at a level beyond my reach. Not to say it will never be attainable, but reality is that the stage I dream about is beyond the length of my arm. I think I am "the grass is always greener" kind of gal! Not with everything mind you. There are places of my heart that are very satisfied and content. But at the same time, I am a dreamer. It is part of who I am and how I was created and, therefore, needing to be embraced. Where do you draw the line between being in la-la land, and being free to be! It is a fine one and I think expectations fall under this category. Expecting perfection from little people is never a good idea, and reality says expecting beyond measure from anybody is a set up for failure. Why do I do it? Why would I ever want to put an unfair pressure on a loved one that I know they can't meet? Isn't that bizarre? This is where I am left this morning. I have been replaying the events of the morning knowing that although I was justified in much of the exchange, so much could have been avoided by me being a grown up. Here is what I am pondering. Although there has to be grace for myself, I am a big girl. I do not want to live my life using any form of control to get the results I think I want. Surrendered is where I want to be. Fully and wholly surrendered to the greater plan and the greater One. After all, He is the One who gives the dreams anyway and the blueprint for their birth and execution. His desire for me within relationship with those around me, including my children, is far beyond what I could ever fathom. My expectations need to rest. I need a break from getting outside people's abilities and let them be as well. I have never considered the fact that my authenticity depends on me releasing others to be authentic themselves. That is truth isn't it? Soaring by myself would be a drag. Even birds are usually in flocks for a reason. The journey would be awfully dismal without all of them flying individually and yet headed together, watching each other's backs, headed for the destiny of that season! On that note I am encouraged to get the flock out of here!!!!!
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Linette
When you go into a store you frequent and you see the same cashier or service person do you tend to recognize them? I do. They, however tend not to remember me. Understandable, they encounter how many faces and personalities day in and day out? Then there is the thing with meeting people at church or friends introducing me to someone more than once, so often they have no idea they have met me before. After time I had felt myself sinking into the abyss of "woe is me," and then recently I saw the bright side. I am a super hero...... and I have the power of invisibility! How freaking cool is that! I get to have a do over often. Which is really good for me because my first impressions can come off a bit weird. I have actually talked to friends about this before. They are always surprised when I tell them that it is not always pretty. I practically stutter and what I find funny in my head does NOT always ring comical once spoken.....yikes! All is well as far as the strangers. I can handle not being "seen" or "known" with them. What about my family? Holy Toledo does it get annoying as a mom when I have said something a thousand times, if not a million (although my favorite number to pull out when in heated discussion is 42,000....no reason, just has a good ring to it I guess). I feel so crazy insignificant and the frustration rises to the boiling point and the thought passes, "What am I doing all this for? Am I making any difference in their world at all?" Of course I am, no matter what the feelings are screaming, I am the one He chose for this job. It wasn't because of my overwhelming qualifications or my stellar language abilities, or even because of the upbringing I had. No, it is because He knows I can do it, even when I myself am in doubt of that. I use the parental example for myself with this one, but it applies to most difficult, but necessary, situations in our lives. When do we stop trying to to prove that we, in fact, are not the best pick. That somehow there was a mistake made and obviously at some point we will be found out and the "We knew you were a poser" police will show up and haul us off to the jail for people like us. I am, surprisingly, being a bit over dramatic, but the theory stands. Own it!! I have to own it as do you! Own that I am not perfect, that I feel completely out of my league at times in life. That although having the power of invisibility has it's occasional perks, truthfully I would rather be recognized and memorable. It is ok to want to be wanted. It's ok to have a need for encouragement and relationship that hears and sees me. The time has come for me to accept me, and accept them. They love me and although my son consistently gets naked, my daughter has high pitched dolphin noises that no human ear can handle, and my teenager can give me the look of "are you kidding me" that gets me every time.....we are this amazing family. Whether your situations are family related right now or not, I think all can relate to my heart and apply the truths where applicable. I encourage you on your journey to be the superhero that you are, even if you ended up with the power you would not have necessarily picked fo yourself. Who knows, maybe as we get the hang of the intitial powers we will have morphing abilities and get new ones!
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Linette
It is always easier to be confident in a friendship with someone who I know intimately and from experience. I have a history and a place to dive from when going deeper. I feel safe to open my heart and my soul and the idea that I will be judged harshly is less, because they know me and how I really feel about things. I don't find myself having to explain every emotion and action, because they get it. They get me.......a wonderful place to rest!The same is true with being in a relationship with me. Weird concept I suppose, but pondering it for a second it resonates on the inside. It says to me that there is a need to be in an intimate friendship with who I am. I need to be aware of how I feel about things and what reactions are me, and which ones are the circumstance or conditions of the atmosphere around me. What are my core values and why do I have them. Are they the result of years of influences from people I love and respect, or are they interwoven by the Craftsman into the very being of me. Good question isn't it? This is where the dividing of spirit and soul can be of great value. Just knowing truth brings a freedom to soar. Even when it is unfamiliar or unrecognizable, it is still of worth. Even if when I have been in those places in my life that I seriously am not sure who I am and what I think, truthfully resting in a knowledge of who He is and what He thinks has reminded me that I am ok, and certainly much better than I thought.So, what am I saying here? This is it. I need to be my own best friend!!! Ah, isn't that kind of sweet? Seriously, what is it like to be able to be comfortable in all situations because I have a friend there. One that doesn't judge me or criticize my every thought and mood, but one that says "it's all good and growth is inevitable!" Ha....I love this. I want to dig that chick....me! I want to love me! I want to really enjoy my own company......everyday would be a party!
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Linette
You know what's funny?
I am beginning to write a blog about being authentic and it took me forever to find a template that I thought might be acceptable. To whom you ask? You....no me...I mean you???? At one point I realized that I needed to settle because finding something that was fully "me" was getting increasingly complicated. I admit it. I am complicated. I am a mom, a wife, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a counselor, a decorator, a chef, a life coach, an administrator, a spritual advisor, a believer, and on occasion a superhero of sorts to someone little. But truly at the core of me, I am who I was created to be. Hence, part of the reason I am passionate about this very subject of authenticity. I have not reached the pinnacle of what that means or even delved deep enough into it to accept it completely, but that is the journey I am on. Truth be told, many women everywhere are daily looking themselves in the mirror rehearsing a conversation they had, or questioning a decision they made and how the outcome might have been different. Even more we are constantly doubting that who we are is enough to bring change to our lives and others. This is the quest: to accept myself in all my glory, good, bad and indifferent and from that place be ready for change. Do not misunderstand me, I have no interest in being a b$%^* and proud. That is not at all my heart. Actually quite the opposite. I really believe that when I am fully embraced by my own heart and allow it to bloom in into it's fullness, loving people will be an absolute. Perfection is not of interest to me...being authentic and loving it is!I hope to have many join me in this quest. Are you ready for your beautiful revealing?
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