See Jenn Tri to write and eat pancakes!

I love to write.  I love pancakes.  If I could write all day with a big stack of pancakes beside me I would be a happy camper.  I would be a HUGE happy camper but happy doing what I love and eating what I love.

But I don’t do it…often enough.   Truth is I eat more pancakes than I write.

I get why I don’t indulge in pancakes more often but the writing is something I love to do.  Just to do it.  That’s it.  Not to be published or write the best seller but because it  brings me joy.

Just writing that seems like I am confessing to a secret passion.  WHAT?  I don’t do it to get paid, for recognition or some huge goal?  Nope.  Just because.

Problem is I don’t indulge myself often enough.

It may be written at the top of my “to do” list but it often falls under the unwritten category of  “today, maybe if I get the time”

I think sleeping aids there are a lot of musicians, painters, gardeners, inventors, bakers and candlestick makers that are just like me.

Maybe you are one of them.  I had a dear friend who had an incredible story to tell of her life.  She was a wonderful writer.  Notice the past tense.  She left us yesterday and so did her story.  Never written.

That wasn’t her plan.  That is not anyones plan.

So today in honor of Gwen I made pancakes.  Homemade pancakes from scratch.  They were the BEST ( recipe is below) And I am writing.  Not just this but other writing that brings me joy.

My plan is to do it everyday.  Even if I only get 10 minutes to write.  I deserve it.  So do you.

The pancakes…well..they have to stay at twice a month. Just the anticipation of them makes me happy.
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Go do your own version of writing and eating pancakes.  Do it everyday !
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Keep Triing!

Jenn

PS.  Here is the link to a delicious pancake recipe! https://allrecipes.com/recipe/fluffy-pancakes-2/

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What’s my excuse…well let me tell you!

Can’t keep quiet about this and apparently lots of other people can’t either.  I wasn’t going to write about this especially today since I have a to-do list that would kill anyone and deadlines but I can’t keep quiet.

By now most of you have seen this photo:

Maria-Kang

Nothing wrong with the photo.  She has a rockin bod and three cute kids.  Great!

It’s the words.

Forget the old saying:

“Sticks and Stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me”

That’s the biggest load of donkey dung I ever heard.  I say that knowing  my primary love language is words of affirmation.  I love snail mail with handwritten notes and l love to write them.  So don’t ever tell me that words don’t matter.  They can fill your heart and devastate it as well.

People have accused this woman ( sorry no time to look up her name) of  “Mommy shaming”.  Yup although I doubt that was her intent. Still…mmmm.

Mommy guilt is the gift that keeps on giving.  One quick example:

On the radio yesterday was a female disc jockey talking about things Moms remember, how they mess up and giving words of encouragement to all Moms that we are doing the best we can.  You know what it brought to mind for me?

The time I TOTALLY forgot to send in treats to the pre-school for my son’s third birthday.  He came home wearing the birthday crown and my heart sank.

You know what is really bad about it?

He is 26 now and I  STILL feel bad about it.   ( not obsessing over it but I was surprised when that memory and those feelings came barreling back)

We don’t need to be reminded that it seems like every other Mom is super Mom and we don’t measure up.

As you all know I am all about fitness and eating healthy.   One of my favorite shows is “Extreme Weight diabetes Loss”  where one person is transformed in a year..yup takes a whole year.  And yes it’s TV and they have access to all kinds of resources.  BUT the weight and fitness issues are never just about over-eating and excuses.  There are traumas and limiting beliefs and issues that just keep them stuck not just excuses.

I have to admit I am not sure what other words she could have used that would have made it better.  Maybe she chose them to create a publicity storm much like Mylie Cyrus and twerking  although she claims she just wanted to inspire..really??

On Good Morning America, Sam Champion, the weather guy said he was inspired.

Not so fast buddy boy.  You can be inspired all you want but it is not the same for the Mom who:

  • longs for just one uninterrupted shower
  • got up with one child, went back to bed and then up with another..total time asleep= zero
  • spent the night in the hospital with a critically ill child
  • would like just one thing in her house not to be sticky
  • would like to use the bathroom without an audience

Taking care of small children is a work-out in itself.  That being said I also think Moms need some time to call their own and some may choose to work out..others may just want a nap.  Its all okay.  Being a Mom has seasons to it.  Find your rhythm.

The other dangerous part of this is the husband who looks at it, looks at his wife and says..well she can do it why can’t you?  Granted these guys are jerks or just not thinking but still.

If this chick wants to inspire other Moms then do it in a kinder, gentler way and put on more clothes. I’m all about cute work out wear but this stuff is just for show.

Yup I’m really cranky about this.  I am curious…does this photo inspire you?

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Join me as I Virtually Tri my way to Florida!

As I write this I am  mourning the loss of the perfect weather we were promised for this past week-end and did not get.  All week long the weather guessers kept saying it was going to be 70 degrees on Saturday and Sunday.  Even for Virginia that is unusual.

I pictured myself running and biking and doing a little garden prep work and enjoying the sun. What wasn’t mentioned much or I didn’t hear was all the rain.  Friday, Sat, Sun, Mon. and again today.rain

I was also slightly delusional in thinking the weather might be a predictor of things to come and I would not have to resort to doing most of my training indoors or endure questionable weather.  WRONG!

So to keep me motivated I am going to do a Virtual Triathlon from my house here in Virginia to St. Augustine, Florida.  If map quest is correct it will be a total of 658 miles.

One of the items on my adventure list is to bike across the US or at least down the East or West Coast.  I KNOW I will get to do this but while I am planning and getting things into place I thought I would try to do it virtually to keep me training and motivated during this damp, cold and dreary weather.

Since I like variety I will be running, biking and swimming.  Each week I will post how far I traveled and by following a map I can tell you where I am exactly ( sort cancer of).  There may be days (often)where I end up in the middle  of nowhere.

If I do end up somewhere that is actually on the map I will actually post a little about the area and perhaps actually learn a little geography.

When I can get outside I will and let my trusty Garmin watch keep track of miles.  Indoors it will be the treadmill and bike trainer and as for swimming I FINALLY found an indoor pool to swim in and there is always my indoor swim trainer.  Tracking the swimming will be the most challenging but I will figure it out.

I actually started yesterday, January 14th and I am guessing I will be at this for about 4-5 months considering I am pretty slow and my mileage isn’t where I want to be in any of the three sports AND let’s see my job, my family and everything else life throws at me may create speed bumps along the way.

Who knows I may surprise myself.

So this is a pretty mild kick off to all of this.  I will make short posts weekly about my progress and longer ones if anything BIG happens.

I have a few “My life as a sitcom” posts waiting to be tweeked to keep you laughing.

Right now I need to go set up my bike trainer and get ready to rock n roll some miles.

Oh and anyone who wants to join me..let me know!

Let the tri-ing begin!

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Owning my own story of Marathon Madness

blowup_pam_0001Registration opened today for the Marine Corps Marathon to be held on Oct. 28th.   The marathon hadn’t crossed my mind much this year.  I registered for the 2011 Marine Corps Marathon and then ended up bowing out and registering for physical therapy instead 🙁

I really wanted to run it and have it be my very first ( and possibly my one and only) marathon.

I was tempted to register for it again today especially when I saw it was  98% full  about an hour and 15 minutes after registration opened.

I knew it would fill up fast but this must be some kind of record!

Turned out it was.  The 30,000 online registration spots were spoken for in 2 hrs and 41 minutes.  Wow.

Even though I know it was the right decision I still am a little sad that I am not one of those 30,000 runners who registered today.

And I am a little relieved.  I still want to run a marathon but I am happy to not have the pressure of training for it right now.  I am slowly increasing my running mileage and getting back into a regular running routine.  My first official race will be a 10k at the end of the month and if I am smart I will listen to my body and run/walk it.

Not only will I need to listen to my body but I will also need to swallow my pride as well.  Something I was not willing to do last year for the marathon.

Yes I didn’t run it because I needed to rehab my back.  That was a smart decision.  BUT the rest of the story is the part I need to own.   I realized early on in my training that I would need to run/walk the marathon.  I read a couple of books and decided it was my best option.

If my back hadn’t gotten in my way  and prevented me from running the marathon then truthfully I believe my head ( my stinking thinking) my pride and my fear of being judged would have done me in.

Even though I was doing fair in the run/walk training despite my back I couldn’t get the picture out of my mind of how it would look to run/walk the marathon.  I saw myself running for a set number of minutes and then walking for one or two minutes and being embarrassed ( esp at the beginning of the race) as everyone passed me by.

Now I am embarrassed that I actually let this limiting belief get in my way.

I have been a spectator at this race two or three times when my husband ran it.  I saw the beginning, middle and end and I NEVER saw anyone walking in the beginning.

There probably were people walking I just didn’t see them.  And even if  nobody did, there is a first for everything.  After all my whole goal was to finish.  Actually my goal was to make it over the bridge in the time alloted so I could finish the race and not be picked up by the “stragglers” van.

So I often wonder if I hadn’t had to bow out because of my back would I have been able to step up to the starting line and run my own race, my way??

It wasn’t until recently that I was willing to own the “head” part of my story.   My whole being minus the negative thinking  is now ready to run a marathon however I choose to run it…run, walk, skip, moon walk..its all good .

And I still want to do a marathon but no pressure.  We have the Richmond Marathon here in Nov.  The beauty of this race is that its also a half marathon and an 8k.  It is local and little less crowded. I can opt for the shorter distances if  I am not ready for the whole 26.2 miles.  ( FYI, I have to opt in for the shorter distances a couple of days before the race)

No pressure here..not even with the registration, although I will register soon.

I will keep you posted periodically on my progress as well as a couple of triathlons I am hoping to do.

Honestly I already feel victorious. Owning my true marathon story is more than half the battle.

It is also in keeping with my favorite quote :

“The miracle isn’t that I finished, the miracle is that I had the courage to start”  John Bingham

You know me..I have to tri!

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Time to put on my “big girl” panties and hit the reset button on my running!

Well faithful readers I am getting closer to posting on a Monday ( today is Tuesday for the calendar impaired)   perhaps I will hit it next week but I am offering no guarantees.

January is almost over and I spent most of it hitting the reset button, slowing down and reading directions (what a concept)!

I wonder if this will be a recurring theme over the entire year?

Just this morning I spent about an hour running up and down the stairs convinced if I unplugged the phones and repeatedly turned them on and off I would get them to work.  My husband insisted that I should try resetting the modem ( everything is tied into that blasted thing and I am convinced it is run by little gremlins who like to make it malfunction  when I need it the most)  I resisted and kept trying to make it work by turning it on and off and perhaps a bit of the “think” method ( remember that from “The Music Man”)

Maybe I just didn’t want Paul to be right AGAIN. It was the modem.  On the positive side I got lots of exercise running up and down stairs.

Other things I have had to slow down and read the directions for include my Ipod, my new digital recorder, my jupiter jack and my bed.

Yes my bed. Is that indicative of how we as humans have evolved?   I now need to read directions on how to operate my mattress.

More than several years ago we bought a sleep number mattress.  In the beginning it was great but lately not so much.  We even added a memory foam pillow top and yet I was waking up like I had an elephant sitting on my back all night.

So the thrifty cheap part of me DID NOT not want to replace this mattress.   Finally the  light bulb went off and I  pumped up the number on my side  and BINGO no more back pain.  Yet another semi blonde  moment ( semi because my blonde comes from my hairdresser)

As for my running not only am I setting the reset button but eating a bit of running humble pie.

My run outside last week on our one glorious day of sun and 50 degree weather was horrible.  It was just not one of those occasional bad runs. It was time to listen to my body AND redo my training plan and hit the reset button and start back at the beginning.

  • Yes I took time off when I had a severe cough, and then got busy with the holidays.
  • Yes I did the elliptical and the treadmill..inconsistently.
  • Yes I thought I could pick up where I left off since I am a runner, triathlete , cyclist.
  • NOT

Not only did my body hurt last week from running but my ego was a little bruised as well.

Time to put on my big girl panties and go back to the beginning.  So I actually read several training plans, my Chi running book and several articles on ( gulp) beginning running.

AND I put each training step  in my calendar. It has actually been fun and refreshing to begin again.  Humble running pie  turned out to be quite tasty.

And those big girl panties fit just fine thank-you very much!   Anybody else ready to hit the reset button,  and join me?

I believe in do overs and new beginnings in EVERYTHING…jump in the water is fine!  OMG now I have to think about swimming…gulp!

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Marathon Wed???If only my training could be like studying for a final exam…

So its Marathon Monday on a Tuesday , Wednesday.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you that some of these would be late.  Hey life happens and around here it seems to be happening in many dimensions.

Perhaps that’s why today is one of those days  when I wish training for an athletic event WAS like studying for a final exam.

Let’s be clear here , I am NOT talking about the way “normal” people study for a final exam.

I am talking about the good intentions of keeping up with the reading, doing everything on time, having that date in your calendar three months ahead of time and then procrastinating until you pull an all nighter  studying, and can barely keep you eyes open for the actual  exam.

Obviously I grasped the concept of a run on sentence from English 101.

Oh and I forgot to add you get a semi decent grade out of it after all. ( Most of the time)

Somehow that doesn’t cut it when training for a race.  You can procrastinate all you want but pulling an all nighter won’t help a bit.   And you won’t get a decent or even a semi decent race time.  What you will get ( if you decide to participate) is sore muscles, a possible injury and lots of self loathing.  I mean a LOT of self loathing.

So to borrow from Oprah this is what I know for sure:

  • The weather is unpredictable and I had better work around it since I don’t live where its 65-70 degrees everyday, sunny with no humidity.
  • *&#$@ happens.   I mean life happens…and it happens around here alot so get used to it and work around it
  • Treadmills are boring but better than nothing
  • Training plans should be simple and straight forward..the  rest go in the circular file
  • Everyone has the “best” training plan    NOT
  • cute workout clothes motivate me

Okay even I will admit that last one sounded a bit shallow and non athletic antibiotics sounding.   I am not a fashionista.  As a matter of fact a quick look at my closet will tell you I have more work out clothes than anything else.  And most of them are cute.  Actually I am just happy if I color coordinate..hey whatever works to get me out the door.

One more thing I know for sure.  Guys do NOT care in the least what they wear to workout in. AND they don’t care how it smells.  They might care about the right kind of shoes but that’s about it.  I speak from experience on this one.

My husband must own 1000 t-shirts.  He will wear ONE until it falls apart.  At this rate he will have to live a long time to wear out all his t-shirts .  He shocked me the other day by wearing what appeared to be a new one.  It was new in the sense that it had never been worn but its logo gave it away.  Army 10-miler  1995.  Yes a 15 year old “NEW”  t-shirt.

A couple of days ago he called all stressed out.  Someone had stolen his running clothes.  His dirty, smelly already worn a couple of times running clothes.  I asked him if he had seen anyone in a hazmat suit carrying a package at arms length? Find that person and he will have found his clothes.  Either someone at his office gym had no sense of smell or some woman walked by, got a whiff and in an act of bravery threw them out.   Darn the bad luck!

So since the fine art of putting it off will NOT work  I got on the treadmill today and will again tomorrow and the next until the weather allows me outside.

If you see me at the gym stop and say something motivating…oh and notice my cute workout clothes!

The ancestor of Red Bull...I remember it well!

The ancestor of Red Bull...I remember it well!

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Marathon Monday : If life is a marathon I desperately need a rest stop.

Welcome to my Marathon Monday Posts.  Happy Monday.   While I am not officially registered for the Marine Corps Marathon I am already committed to it so starting today and every Monday until the marathon and possibly beyond that you will be seeing my “Monday Marathon ” posts.

These won’t always be about the actual marathon.   And they might not always make it here on a Monday.  Every Monday’s post will be a surprise, even to me!  Whatever pops up about the marathon or life in general is fair game.

If life is a marathon I  AM in desperate need of a rest  stop.  The vision of  that is so appealing.  I am working, working , working, cleaning up, cleaning out, cooking, running errands, my mind is going in a thousand different directions, phone calls, e-mails, paying bills, crossing off my things on my to-do list, adding things on my to-do list, adding things I have already done just so I can cross them off and then as I round the corner in my house…a rest stop.  Everything fades away and someone offers me a drink of water, an energy bar,  there is a place to sit and put my feet up, it is quiet, my breathing slows, my mind empties…a candle is lit.

Sounds great .  I was all ready to write about how this rest stop bit could be one of my New Years Resolutions but since its Jan 3rd that might be a problem.  I am already 3 days behind.  MMMM…not really, at least not for me.  My New Year always starts on the 4th of Jan.  Really..it truly is the start of a new year for me because ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!

Feel free to send birthday wishes tomorrow…I will not grow old before my time so wait until tomorrow.

Today,however is my grandaughter, Summer’s  5th birthday.  She was my gift, a day early in 2006.  Best gift I ever got!!

I realized as I prepared for the holidays that I really do need to find a rest stop somewhere in my busy days.  I did take a day off after Christmas, stayed in my pajamas, read, lounged around, watched a movie.  You know what?  I discovered doing nothing is exhausting!  I enjoyed it however I have decided that if I kept that up I would be the living example of Newtons first law

“an object at rest stays at rest” ( thank-you Google!)

“Yup..there’s Mom.  She sat down one day and never got up.  Lately we’re having a hard time figuring out where she ends and the chair begins”

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Okay..not that much rest.  Balance would be a better word.  With a sprinkle of “simplify”, “fun”, and “serenity”

Sounds great.  My resolution for 2011 is balance.  Where do I start?  mmmm  my mind is wandering already.   Balance is a great word for 2011 but it is  not quite doing it for me.

If you know me then you know I am not a one word kinda gal.  That would be my dear hubby who is quiet anyway and with me around, well, he is down to one word here and there.

A phrase for 2011 would suit me better.  So here it is!

“Anticipation of quiet creativity”

This is my rest stop.  This is what is getting me out of bed in the morning.   Huh?  Let me explain.

  • Anticipation…looking forward to.
  • Quiet….slowing down, centering,balance
  • Creativity…anything that gets my juices going..writing, reading, baking, scrap-booking….music, walks with my dog.  even running. Running doesn’t “slow” me down but it does pace me with a comforting rhythm.

The anticipation of being creative enough to fit this into each day is incredibly energizing.

So there you have it.  I found my rest stop.  Its up to me to keep it fully stocked and always available.  It is my respite.

You can do it too.  Its free, its fun, its essential.  Take one right now and promise to take one, two or three everyday.

You are so worth it!

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Oh Mr. Race Photographer I’m ready for my close-up

As I sat down to edit this post  I started to smile wondering if this really was a post about how to get a good race photograph or just an excuse to exhibit a rare but good race photo of myself.

A little of both.  As my friend and web designer Sherra said to me ( often) Your blog, Your rules!

Long before digital cameras I was ( am) a photo connoisseur ( sounds better than addict)

Yes I am the  obnoxious dedicated one at the family gatherings with the camera .

When I  started running a mere 5 years ago I was thrilled to find out about “race” photos and anxiously awaited to see my athletic image as I pounded the pavement to my first finish line.

Anticipation led to disappointment.  There was no photographer at this race.  No  images of my  achievement to put on the frig.

Bummer.

Next event was my first sprint tri in Minneapolis.  Yes we live in Virginia and yes we drove all that way for a sprint tri.

This tri  definitely had a photographer .   Guess what I learned?  Only the babes from Baywatch look good running in a swimsuit.

I also think that most race photographers have the uncanny ability to catch me  at the most unflattering and awkward moments.

Yet at this tri I was rewarded with this one photo.    At the end of the run I managed to catch up to my husband and grab his hand as we crossed the finish line.   It was our anniversary and he , once again, was supporting one of my crazy ideas!

At subsequent events the photos were my equivalent to those bad auditions on American Idol in that they were a continuing source of humor for the family..or at least for my husband.

Hey, what can I say.  At least I was out there moving my body.

BUT this summer at the one and only triathlon I could fit in to my crazy schedule  I accidentally   discovered the  secret to a good race photo.

I anticipated, and trained to have my best swim ever.  For many reasons it did not happen and once again I came out of the water at the end of pack, winded, a little discouraged  and frantically racing to find my bike.  Once on the bike  I relaxed, decided to do my best and enjoy.

Did I mention that I later found out the heat index that day was 105?  Not exactly conducive to  a great photo.

Yet as I rounded the trail on the run one of the volunteers clued me in that the photographer was  right around the corner.  So I put on my best race smile and ta da….

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Approaching  the finish line I noticed  ( and it was no surprise) that  mmmm, I was one of the last ones in.  So I could be bummed or make the most of it…and give the photographer something to do so I hammed it up.

A little focus would be nice…

I saw him take more than one photo  so I thought well maybe the law of averages is in my favor this time and it was…

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He found the focus button!!

I did discover the secret to a good race photo..  or at least this time…is  to be at the end of the pack.

Honestly, as in life, as in “triing” or “trying” you just never know for sure what is going to work.  Sometimes you just get lucky!

Being one of the last had its payoffs…and if your disappointed in my answer think of it this way..  when my grandchildren or great grandchildren are looking at this they will have no idea if I was first or last , only that I was out there having fun.

Go out, have fun, take some good photos, take some that will get you a good laugh and move your body because that’s whats its all about.   Oh and like me…ALWAYS be ready for your close up!!

Say Cheese,

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So which was it? Trip to the ER or a great idea?

You all might remember that back in January of this year I blogged about my upcoming adventure with my new clipless bike pedals.

If your memory is anything like mine (good but short) you might want to hit the link below and reread the original post.

A great idea or a trip to the ER?

So here is the scoop.  I did not meet my deadline of Feb 1st mainly because of the winter weather.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Honestly a little good ole procrastination and just plain fear also entered the deal.

Now my middle name lately could be “fearless” as I have swung on the trapeze and  rappelled off a 4 story building  and would love to do a tandem sky dive

SO why did falling off my bike make me shake in my boots?

Lets see..the trapeze had…

  • a HUGE safety net
  • a guided harness

The rappelling adventure had ..

  • a helmet
  • a safety harness
  • some really cute National Guardsman helping me (always a plus)
  • No net!!

The rappelling was a spontaneous adventure and my gray matter had no time to process what I was actually doing.

Somehow, somewhere, someone is going to ask me …

“So if you saw someone jump off a 4 story building, would you do it too???

“Why yes I would and here are the photos to prove it!”

Almost ready to jump

Almost ready to jump

"Jumping off a 4 story building"

"Jumping off a 4 story building"

Despite all this my fear was a hungry bear and it got busy feasting on:

  • Childhood memories of painful scabby knees and lost battles with the sidewalk
  • My husbands voice telling me “Your gonna breaka u face” ( thanks Paul)
  • All those friends with their wonderful bloody bike pedal disaster stories they delighted in telling!

I  reminded myself of the quote by Helen Keller:

” Life is either a great adventure or nothing”

Pushing the fear aside I started with one pedal, graduated to two…and I DID it without falling.  AND I did it just in time for my Sprint tri in June!

Bike pedal success!

Bike pedal succes

That is not quite the end of the story.  Spurred on by my success and getting a little cocky I fancied myself the master of the bike pedals.

Off I went  a few weeks later exploring a new bike path and down I went when I took a sharp turn and lost my balance.

And the pavement won!

At age 53 I sported a very scabby knee and a slightly bruised ego.

My scabby knee made for some interesting conversations especially since I took great pleasure in wearing Scooby Doo band-aids!

So I didn’t “break a my face” and I LOVE my bike pedals!

I know I have some more learning ahead of me, a few falls and maybe a scabby knee or two.

Still…I am so stinking proud of myself I may have to borrow Ava Grace’s  “I’m Kind of a Big Deal” shirt!

So my friends, face your fears, take a risk, fall down, get up, and do it again the next day…its all about the “trying”

Let me know what you’re up to so I can cheer you on!

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Aren’t we all kind of a Big Deal?

This photo says it all.  Little Miss Ava is a charmer in every way, beautiful blue eyes, a head full of curls and that wonderful toddler attitude that the world revolves around her,and ONLY her.

Put her in this tank top and the package is complete!Ava Grace is kinda a big deal

I just laughed when I saw her sporting this affirmation of who she is and what she is about.  We all think she is a big deal with or without the t-shirt !!     Wouldn’t it be great if we all had the self confidence to sport a shirt like this???

Why not?  Aren’t we all kind of a big deal??  No “kind of” about it.

When was the last time you gave yourself credit for anything and everything??

I am constantly amazed by the people I know and the people I meet who overcome incredible obstacles, follow their dreams despite all the naysayers, and just keep plugging away!!  They are a BIG DEAL and deserve lots of credit.

BUT so do you!!

We are great at giving ourselves credit for the big things.  What about the little everyday things??

Give yourself credit for taking out the garbage.  Take it from someone who left old shrimp in the kitchen garbage while away for a week-end.   I thought we would never get the smell out of the house!

So your assignment for today is to pretend you are wearing Ava’s tank top!   You ARE a BIG DEAL.  Start making a list of things you do and give yourself credit for them..give yourself an “ata boy or ata girl”  Keep the list going and look at it when the sun isn’t shining in your heart.

I’ll start…I am a BIG DEAL because  … I ate healthy this morning, I vacuumed up the dog hair, I wrote my blog ,  I  laughed, I replaced the toilet paper without yelling at someone and I was patient with myself!!

And lastly copy this quote and put it on your frig to remind yourself  how really wonderful you are!

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.  M. Williamsom

Make it a really BIG DEAL day!!!  Smiles,

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