Life is definitely not a perfect path. There are so many pitfalls, barriers and mind trips along the way that prevent things from happening the way we want. Find it in you to overcome the obstacles. You have the answers. You really do. Go out and get it!💥
Where my mind wanders, rests, and flows
Everyday is an opportunity to add to your story.
As children, we are pretty good at following directions by the age of 5. When the teacher says to stand in a straight line, kids stand in a straight line and even help others do what the head of the classroom says. Children learn that police officers enforce laws and rules. If the doctor says to take a specific medication, most are inclined to follow the orders. At a young age, a child learns how systems work as well as how the simplest of systems fail. Depending on the child’s environment, the language of failure can easily embed itself into the thinking patterns. One can define failure as not winning, not succeeding at a given task, or giving up. What do children who experience failure do? Do they perceive the situation as lights out and never come out of the dark room or do they embrace the situation and actually see light at the end of the tunnel? That’s the resiliency gradient. We have to ability to strengthen that resiliency muscle at any age. Just depends on whether we want to or not.
Awareness of your own resiliency range can assist you in understanding how much you can and want to achieve in life.
Learn and take notes from those you admire and respect. 🗝
Had dinner with an old childhood friend recently. We haven’t seen each other in over 7 years but we do “see” one another on Facebook. I can tell she had a pep in her step just by her genuine smile, her stories of accomplishment, low points that didn’t stay low for long, and her excitable demeanor that could light up a dim room. I repeatedly told her that her positivity was a breath of fresh air! It was an amazing feeling to be in the company of someone who strives for more in life. After two hours of nonstop chatter (we had a lot to catch up on), we both happily admitted that we love reading books on leadership, success, and self-care. My friend is currently getting her doctorate in the nursing field. We both know that teaching post-grad wouldn’t exactly bring in huge waves from an income perspective but the bigger question was: what’s the return on investment? Reading alone is big but the act of APPLYING and DOING what is read (aka investing in oneself) is even bigger. Turning up the volume on personal growth is an amazing task with a big ROI.
Plant the seeds that you want to harvest.
Life went on a different path since 2012 when reality of how the world works showed up: systems revealed their true colors and I was angry, frustrated, and disappointed. Was hard to shake off as much as books, therapists, and good-meaning circles offered to help. I had good days but I found myself living in toxic thoughts on a lot of days.
My health started to fail. I felt off and I knew I was really robbing family of my best self. Wasn’t fair to them that I couldn’t get myself and my thoughts to be more positive.
I learned a lot during this particular chapter in my life: in order to grow and access the desires in life, asking for MORE doesn’t work.
What works is ELIMINATING barriers, thoughts, and distractions that get in the way of the abundance to flow through. I had to get rid of a bunch of things including people, material goods, and most importantly my negative thoughts and wow, life has a different view. There’s new streams coming in and it all starts with that tiny step of getting rid of crap that no longer serves.
2019, where you at???
Today would have been my dad’s 111th birthday. Yes, I had an older dad growing up. He passed away when I was 34 years old. I learned SO MUCH from him. I LEARNED A LOT. He was a simple man who wore beige khakis and a pendleton, carried his keys on a silver chain attached to his pants, smoked a cigar, and played solitaire on a table next to our living room window. He followed where the sun would shine into our modest San Francisco home - he meticulously positioned his chair so that the rays of light hit his brown skin just perfectly. Because he was older, he reached the standard retirement milestone while I was still in elementary school. He patiently walked me to the neighborhood public school everyday (actually we were often the first ones on the foggy schoolyard). He had a routine that was predictable: he picked me up on time from school, cooked me scrambled eggs and rice, smoked his second cigar, read the afternoon newspaper he picked up during his earlier stroll in downtown, played cards and slept by 9pm. It was like clockwork. In the summers when I was on school break, we went to chinatown daily. We visited his buddies at the barbershop or at the playground who were playing poker, and then the best part for me was getting ONE piece of candy at the corner market. Such great memories! I had no idea what the chinese writing on the candy wrappers were but I knew they were juicy pieces of sugar that delighted me all throughout the bus ride home. When it was sunny, we detoured to the Woolworths in SF downtown and each grabbed a pizza slice. Once a week, I was allotted a coloring book that fit our budget. It was a great feeling of pride and ownership that I was adding to MY own library collection at home! These memories created an imprint for me that lives within my soul today. Brings a smile too <insert smiling face emoji here>. Predictability as a child taught me that the world can be stable. Taught me that living simple harnesses good will and a good life. My father valued my world, my education and wanted me to do more in school than he ever experienced from his 3rd grade school life. Although he repetitively told me the stories of working in the hot fields of California and the salmon packing in Alaska for 10 cents a day, it was after his passing that I finally understood WHY he shared those memories over and over and over. He wanted me to be industrious and to be productive. He wanted me to live my version of the American dream because I can. I have much more resources and means than what he had as an immigrant to the big ‘ol USA in the 1920s. He wanted me to be educated and learn as much as I can. Thank you, Dad, for setting a great example of what it means to live.
How’s about mastering the art of not caring what other people think of your ideas, your dreams, and your goals?
When you see a butterfly, it’s a sign of fresh air.