Question of the day is what is my specialty? Hmmm... I’ve tried, done, and failed a bunch of things in my life and so I don’t have that one specialty. I do know that the common denominators in life's tribulations are faith and resilience. Those two have gone hand in hand to help create the joys I have experienced. Faith is believing that the higher source will guide me even if I don’t know where I’m going. I place all my bets on faith. She is my driver following that gps and telling us where to go. Important to trust the pathway ahead especially if the signs say to go in that direction. There are times, however, when the road detours because the gps wasn’t updated. Can always get the update with a press of the reset button. Resilience has gotten me through simple jams in life like wearing unmatching shoes when I leave the house and also the bigger jams like getting called derogatory names in public institutions where one would expect to get help. That stuff stings but had to find the faith and resilience to move on. I did my part in restoring myself by seeking higher purpose, seeing my therapist, reading, and finding support wherever I can. I have bigger dreams to pursue and those jams will not get in my way. I have faith and resilience as my BFFs.
Where my mind rests, ponders and flows.
I didn't quit. I never gave up even when my mind was weary and felt defeated.
I look back at 2012 when someone called me a monkey that was 1000% inappropriate. It wasn't cute. It wasn't endearing. I reported to whom I thought were the appropriate authorities (I trust my judgement) but I soon tasted what my late father often talked about: there are haters and oppressors in our everyday lives. There are a whole lot of naysayers who are scared of their own shadows.
That first-hand back-hand experience has changed the course of my life. That bitter taste pops up but I have taught myself to squash it before it can dominate my palate. I am thankful (so thankful) for my life team who gave me unending support every time I bitched and moaned about the ugly layers that incident represented.
I could wallow in anger but that would not set a good example to Sydney and the younger generation who look up to me. Daily rage would not serve my family and the people I love. The madness would add more frown lines and defeat my nightly skin regimen. Self-pity and lounging in the victim role would not bring me happiness.
I had to let it go. I prayed. I forgave. I sought out ways to be stronger. Opportunities presented itself that pushed me to let go and water a new garden. Because I never gave up, I discovered a new me, a better me! I have recovered and now I am bringing that same 1000% of GOOD ENERGY to the table. It's a very liberating and empowering feeling to LET GO of stuff that no longer serves and SAY YES to what does. My core still holds the same values I grew up with: be kind to others, help others, and BE the light to those who have those weary and self-defeating days.
I work with moms each day and I hear their joys but most of all their struggles. I hear what pains them and their perceived challenges.
I get it. I'm a mom too.
What I've learned over the years is that the struggle and the perceived challenges will always be there. However, it's all perspective and mindset. It's what we train our brains to think.
I taught parenting classes for over 10 years and I start with "LOVE YOURSELF FIRST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T GIVE WHAT YOU DON'T GOT".
I end the classes with "LOVE YOURSELF FIRST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T GIVE WHAT YOU DON'T GOT".
The best gift, ever, that we could give others is our best selves.
Our loved ones know when we are sad, angry, excited, alert and emotions in between. They are watching. They also copy what we are and what we do.
Be contagious but for the right reasons.
I grew up in the heart of San Francisco, a busy city where houses are stacked next to each other, cemented front yards are spiked with weeds growing in between the cracks, and rows of people are lined up at the stations to catch the bus or BART train. I’ve been on a mission to explore new cities around the world and discover the awe that we can all dive into. Nowadays, airlines do a great job in alluring the traveler with fare prices that cost less than 3 digits one way (yippeee!) Went up to Oregon recently and had a great time. I rarely do any research prior to my travels, that’s just the way I roll. I’m lazy when it comes to reading up on my destination and frankly, I like the element of surprise. I’ll see what I see when I get there. The homes in the Portland area where I stayed were NOT forced to be next to each other (a rare sight when you are from SF), the hot weather was bearable even though many warned me of the heat wave, and there were NO parking meters in the more remote parts. What, no parking meters? If you know SF, that is unheard of. There was actually endless amounts of parking and it was FREE. Again, when you are from San Francisco, that parking combination of available and free feels like a gold mine! There was nothing even close to the SF meter demands of 3-minutes-per-quarter. I was giddy walking and setting foot in the famous Powell’s bookstore. Oh, my love for books ballooned with joy when I saw the vast collection of all that paper print. [Insert heart emoji here]. Soon after, I took a nice long drive in the Cadillac Escalade that the rental car agency graciously gifted me at a super low rate (helps to be a manifester of things desired). It was an awesome three hour drive south to Bend, Oregon. Hung out in what seemed like an up-and-coming area with newer neighborhoods of straightedge architecture and rows of organic’ish yogurt and yoga spots. The flat landscape of tall trees, desert-like plains, and spiky-looking dry shrubs for miles on highway 97 was a serene view to take in. Drivers actually drove the speed limit calmly hence the lack (or more like absence) of road ragers. What, no road ragers? As always, I took a couple selfies along the route (need to have keepsakes and post on social media, right?) I’m not an outdoorsy person but I was aware of the endless trails, hikes, and roads available for exploration. Maybe next time. I still love San Francisco but I surely got a pleasant dose of Oregon during this trip.
Traveling to new places and exploring boundaries outside of our familiarity is definitely a great way to expand awe and possess a true appreciation of what is.
Yes, awe is my word of the day. Actually, it’s my word for life. I just had an aha moment: awe is the root word of awesome. No wonder I’m feeling good.
Live your life out of self-respect, curiosity, and adventure. It is okay to step out of your comfort zone. Your spirit will thank you for it.