tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17403968162682045462024-03-12T20:50:54.872-04:00Dare to Dream, Dare to LiveChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.comBlogger421125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-7032148552352037072019-04-20T19:15:00.001-04:002019-04-20T19:16:08.949-04:00The Day In-BetweenYesterday was Good Friday. The day Jesus was sent to the cross to die then laid in a tomb.<br />
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Tomorrow is Easter. The day Jesus came back.<br />
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Today is the day in-between. The Sabbath. The day of rest.<br />
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Was is really restful for the diciples that were closest to Jesus? A lot had just transpired in a day. Their world had went from miraculuous to miserable.<br />
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They had spent the last few years learning from this Jesus - the Christ - who could heal the sick, make the lame walk, restore eyesight, make the winds and waves peaceful again, cast out demons to restore sanity, feed thousands with one person's lunch, and treat everyone with respect while teaching them what God really meant in the scriptures. He challenged their views, challenged their intentions, and challenged them all to be God's children not just law livers. Jesus, - Emmanuel, God With Us - had shared what God was like as a Father not just the Creator of the Universe and Law to live by.<br />
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He gave them Hope. And now He was gone.<br />
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Reading the Gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke, John), I only know they "rested" on the Sabbath. The action starts again on the next day at the empty tomb. The thing that irritates me often about the Bible is its lack of emotional filler in times like these. I want to know what the conversations were like: were they yelling at each other in desperation? Did they say any words at all? Were they so exhausted they truly rested because they just slept it off? What about the women? Did they accuse the men in the room for not stepping in to save Jesus? Did Simon Peter remind them of everything Jesus taught them while confessing he had denied knowing Jesus before the rooster crowed? Did they all go silent when all they could do was watch from afar?<br />
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Did it feel like they were sitting in that room waiting for death like their ancestors during the first Passover night those centuries ago in Egypt? Paralyzed with fear and barely breathing? Or were they singing hymns? DId they praise God on the day of Sabbath as they always did? Were they angry at God? Did their prayers change?<br />
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Did they still have hope?<br />
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It's different for us now. We know the history. We know that "Sunday's Coming." This day of in-between is a day of rest for most. But days of rest in our time doesn't mean the same as it did then. Do we take this time to really think how that day of in-between relates to us now?<br />
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Have you ever been in a situation where all hope seemed gone until in an unexpected moment in an unexpected way everything just changed for the better?<br />
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This day of rest, the -in-between, is just as important to the story of Easter as Jesus' death and ressurection. It's a day of choice for us. Is our faith existent and active to wait on Him? Do you wait in childlike antcipation (like waiting for a trip to Disney), or do you wait in quiet desperation hoping that it all ends. Do you choose to believe Jesus is who He said, or do you block all belief in a Messiah?<br />
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Going through all I have so far in my life, I know for certain the waiting with anticipation is a much better way than desperation.<br />
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Final note: If you have never had a chance to be introduced to, or really get to know Jesus, I would be honored to be that connector for you.<br />
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Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-71635815183384499942018-09-16T20:53:00.002-04:002018-09-16T21:01:03.927-04:00I believe, help my unbelief...This entrepreneurial life is no joke, and there are a lot of days it's not as cool as it sounds to be an entrepreneur. Turns out, the ability to succeed in the "independent" lifestyle is rooted in mindset and belief.<br />
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To fill you in on the backstory, my year started out interesting to say the least. I spent New Year's Day driving back from Florida while sicker than I had been in years (pneumonia level) only to arrive home to get let go from a three-year employee contract two years early. Which was perfectly fine with me since they stopped listening to me at day 35. The money was good and got me back to stable "on my own." The plan just didn't go COMPLETELY like I thought - year 2 pay off debt, year 3 bank money and have my speaking/training business at half-calendar capacity. Simple enough, yet no go.<br />
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Since I had a fundraising event on my plate to concentrate on, I devoted my first 2 months to fundraising, and regrouping on my health and business. Just tighten the budget, get creative with resources, and get to work!<br />
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Fast forward to August. Business is finally starting to get some root and blooms at the same time; however, not enough blooms to turn into fruit fast enough to replenish the money coffers. I think this is part of every business owner's story. I am not the first, certainly won't be the last to go through this situation. And remember, technically I just rebooted my business 6 months prior. Not near enough time to get into a rhythm.<br />
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Where I am now in this journey is what's known as a defining moment. I have a choice. #1 - Believe and trust that God is my supply and will provide in His mysterious way - that I should keep at peace and poised ready to go when He says "go" while I stand still and watch Him work. OR. #2 - I take matters into my own hands, ditch the business, get a job and just pay the bills. I've been talking with God since August about this. And here are messages I have been receiving on almost a daily basis:<br />
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<li>A cloud formation that looks like two hands making the heart symbol.</li>
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<li>A book recommendation that is filled with biblical affirmations such as: "God is my supply and every day is a good day." "The walls of lack and delay now crumble away and I walk into my Promised land under grace." "What God has done for others, He now does for me and more." and hundreds of other amazing thoughts that I tap into on a daily basis.</li>
<li>Random conversations that lead into this subject on a deep spiritual level.</li>
<li>Moments of surreal clarity.</li>
<li>Vivid dreams that have meaning of life change and prosperity and alignment with my spiritual self.</li>
<li>Reading passages in the Bible like the man who asks Jesus for healing for his child and Jesus tells him, "If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes." He responds with, "Lord, I believe, help my unbelief!" </li>
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I can say "I believe" all day long. But until I get to the point of believing in my heart (trusting), and not just in my head - belief is not solidified.<br />
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Napoleon Hill's, the author of "Think And Grow Rich," most known quote is, "Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve." Just because I can picture it in my mind (believe that it can exist) doesn't always mean I believe it to be for me. That has been my biggest challenge lately. The heart belief.<br />
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That means my defining moment is a trust issue. Do I trust God more than I trust my own way?<br />
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It may not make sense as the money in my account continues to pour out before more can be put in, but I am putting my full trust in God to show up in His usual mysterious way.<br />
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Anyone else as excited as I am to see what's going to happen next?<br />
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By the way, please don't press your "I'm worried for her" button. I implore you, if you have made it this far in my message to think only of amazingly positive thoughts surrounding my life. "Where two or more are gathered..." Your good vibes add to the positive side and feeds into the light. Worry only gives into the darkness. That's not allowed here. I believe in the force of good always winning, even under the most adverse circumstances. And I believe that God works all things for the good, including my life.<br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-75405494052549335462018-05-30T20:22:00.000-04:002018-05-30T20:22:19.298-04:00According to the Quiz, I'm DepressedSo my friend gives me her extra copy of Good Housekeeping. I'm thumbing through all the ads to get to an article that caught my eye, "No One Would Ever Call Me Depressed." <div>
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And I'll be damned, I checked off most of these. Should I be worried? No. For me, this is nothing new. I know how to manage and I have already been working on incorporating more self-care in my life to break some bad habits and negative cycles to live a life that energizes ME.</div>
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If you're reading this, and you have checked most of the symptoms - consult a therapist. And then interview a good one for YOU to work through any issues that can help lighten your load. If medication is necessary, do it. Medication does not define you, neither does depression. YOU determine what defines you. And know, it's a process that takes time.</div>
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My own dark moods do not define me, it's just an experience I go through. Too often for my liking. And it takes me allowing myself the time necessary to shut down for a spell, stay away from situations I know will affect me negatively, to put myself in environments that energize me, and I'm still learning to do it all regardless of what other people think. Even if I need to take a nap in the middle of the day to give my body what it needs.</div>
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So as I move forward with growing my business, my darkness may be there with me. But I know over time through work, change, and patience, my light will be so bright there will no more room for darkness. </div>
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Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-71911320503978278932018-01-09T19:03:00.000-05:002018-01-09T19:03:22.797-05:00Egypt Is My PovertyMy biggest client and I decided to part ways this month. A year early. Which means, slight financial panic mode about to be engaged. I'm nervous, but not terrified. The strange thing is, I get this feeling that I should just keep moving forward as normal. Focused on my business and growing it this year. And just stay calm.<br />
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I stayed calm on New Year's Eve when my car had a flat tire in Cedar Key, Florida. One gas station. New Year's Eve. And the plan was to drive to Jacksonville on the other side of Florida to watch the sunrise on New Year's Day. Flat tire on the opposite coast...but I stayed calm and a solution presented itself in the form of a couple riding their golf cart past the gas station. Sonny quickly found the hole, the station had A plug kit, he patched the hole, filled the tire with air, and I was good-to-go all while I chatted with his wife, Amanda, about which beach I should visit in their home town of Jacksonville...<br />
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One adversity-filled moment. Calm peace. Quick solution appeared.<br />
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I remember a time when I could feel this calm in the midst of adversity-filled moments. 2009 I lost a decent corporate job (it was the fashionable thing to do from 2008-2010). I cashed out. I recreated myself. I started a business and began a whole new string of adversity-filled moments related to business. But in those days, my habit was to go to the kitchen table, watch the sunrise, and read the Bible till I got something out of it. Meaning. A Message. Something. And it was always a positive feeling. The calm.<br />
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So tonight after figuring the money isn't going to be there if I don't do something big and soon, I decided to read the Bible until I got something out of it. I didn't know where to begin. "At the beginning," I hear in my mind (some would say spirit here). So, I open up to Genesis and notice I already have a pencil toward the beginning of the book. I flip to the pencil at Exodus 13:21 where I highlighted: <br />
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"And the Lord went before them by day in a pillar of cloud to lead the way, and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so as to go by day and night..."<br />
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I keep reading how God positioned the people of Israel by the sea away from Egypt. God also hardened Pharaoh's heart to be instigated to chase after them. The pillar of cloud was between them. The Israelites of course were in panic. It seemed to be the end. Nowhere to go. No options. Everything lost. They cry to Moses. Moses replies (Exodus 14:13),<br />
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"Do not be afraid. Stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord which He will accomplish for you today. For the Egyptians whom you see today, you shall see again no more forever."<br />
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Then it hit me. Egypt is my poverty. Or at least fear of poverty. I've been in this financial crazy situation before of not having enough coming in to take care of basics, thus living in other people's spaces and relying on faith and kindness of others to help me through. Which is its own learning and character development. But this time is different for me. The FEAR isn't there about my current situation. And honestly, looking at it from outside it may look like I'm backed up to the sea with no options. But wait...<br />
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Moses finishes his words to Israel, "The Lord will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace."<br />
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That was it! I just needed to stay at peace, God's got this. And I remembered this picture I took of a bird sleeping on a branch beside a waterfall. Seemed to fit the moment.<br />
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Of course the story with Moses plays out with God parting the sea, the Israelites crossing, Eqypt pursuing, God closing the waters, the Egyptians drown, and Israel goes on to new adventures. <br />
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I hope I can stay away from "wilderness moments" while God is working His plan for me. Stay aligned, at peace, and move forward when the time is right. And ultimately, it will all work out better than I could have imagined. No more Egypt for me (until I visit the Sphinx someday).<br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-33621533917966851172017-12-20T17:10:00.001-05:002017-12-20T17:10:35.932-05:00Finally Making ProgressI've been on this Dancing With Prospect Stars adventure for 8 weeks today. Which puts me at roughly the half-way mark to the event. <br />
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<li>I can finally dance with a partner.</li>
<li>I have incorporated strength training, cardio, and yoga.</li>
<li>I have made good nutritional changes I can keep up with for life.</li>
<li>I am down a TOTAL of 13.5 inches in my body (4" across my belly button alone). (And just last week I thought I would never get anything off my body. Goes to show how much the mindset affects everything - it was holding me back. Now I release all the weight that needs to go to be the size I want).</li>
<li>I have $1,000 in sponsorship raised.</li>
<li>I have a handful of people that are going to buy tickets.</li>
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<li>$19,900 in direct donations for Camp Quality. (Lofty goal, sure - but if everyone pitches in to help make it happen...it'll happen!)</li>
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That last one is THE most important. This whole thing ultimately comes down to raising funds for this amazing organization - that's local. Below is a quick video from me and Eddie Bobbitt, the Executive Director for Camp Quality Kentuckiana. </div>
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Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-55824669703745744742017-11-22T21:05:00.001-05:002017-11-22T21:05:54.597-05:00How To Practice For The Paso...As most of you reading this know, I love a good superhero story. Especially Wonder Woman.<br />
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Yep. It's an intense dance. Sharp moves. Fierce. Very warrior-ish. Total badass. Makes for a great superhero story. Just what I wanted! And boy, do I have my work cut out for me. LOTS of practice is required. Because, #1 - I want to LOOK fierce, not fluffy, and #2 - The whole point is to raise money for the kids at Camp Quality, and I can't let them down with a bad dance.<br />
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Practice. Over-and-over-and-over again. Not just rehearsal with my dance partner to learn routine and technique, but to work so much on my own that it becomes second nature. <br />
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My home practices are filled with carrying weights while on my tip toes. Lunges while wearing wedges. Front kicks, pointing toes, squats, spinning, punching, step lunges while keeping my upper body from bouncing and staying balanced, and a handful of other moves that I will keep quiet for now. ;-) My dance partner, Damian, shows off a few moves for me to practice:<br />
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The other thing about practicing for the Paso is mindset and visualization. Seriously. No joke. I am not only watching the Wonder Woman movie over-and-over, I picture myself as her doing the moves while practicing. It inspires and motivates me - and scares the hell out of me. Gal Gadot worked out for 6 hours a day for 6 months to do the Wonder Woman movie. I have 13 weeks left.<br />
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I have a long way to go and a short time to get there (insert "East Bound and Down" music here). My practices need to be daily, not when I feel like it. The practices need to be focused and intense. And make me sweat a lot. So far so good on that!<br />
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Ready to sponsor the event or make a donation? Go here to do that: <a href="http://www.dancingwithprospectstars.org/2017/10/04/christy-smallwood/" target="_blank">Dancing With Prospect Stars</a> </div>
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Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-55735688561996940852017-11-08T22:01:00.000-05:002017-11-08T22:01:58.770-05:00And So It Begins...I've always loved dancing. Never been great, but definitely something I enjoyed. I taught and choreographed marching band for 16 years, I know a move or two and can be fairly coordinated and stay in time with the music.<br />
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I've recently been chosen as one of the dancers for the Dancing With Prospect Stars charity event in February 2018. Dancing with a partner. In front of people. In a skimpy outfit. What the hell am I thinking?!? Oh yeah....the kids.<br />
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My chosen charity to dance for is <a href="http://www.campqualityusa.org/ki" target="_blank">Camp Quality Kentuckiana</a>, a year-round support for kids with cancer to go to camp to get to be kids again. Seriously. How could I not do something for that cause? These kids go through hell and back daily fighting for their lives. Their childhoods consist of hospital stays, quarantines, diets of medicine and IVs, and little energy to even think about playing outside. So when they get a chance to be around other kids- just like them - and play like "normal" kids do, there is a magical transformation that happens. Some might even say it's SUPER!<br />
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So, for the next 15 weeks I will find sponsors, sell tickets, and raise money to support Camp Quality Kentuckiana - no question. But personally...yikes.<br />
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I am roughly 100 pounds more than I should be, or really want to be. Fitting into a skimpy dancing dress is...well, not a pretty sight NOW. Please note before you get all, "you're not that fat - you're beautiful regardless" kind of jazz. I'm very confident that I'm not ugly. No worries there. </div>
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This project is just as much a personal adventure of transformation as it is a cool fundraiser for those kids to go to camp. The weight has to come off - it's non-negotiable. My movement habits are going to change. I will be putting myself first in this and that means my calendar will change too. My nutrition is pretty good - just my exercise routine is non-existent.</div>
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For as long as I can remember I have been fat. Before I could remember I was born a preemie at 4 pounds, 7 ounces. Then one summer, as the story goes, I went to stay with my grandparents in Texas. I left a skinny kid and came back fat. I was 5. </div>
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Throughout my adolescence - that amazing time of growing - my peers began to have input into my life as much as family. My first recollection of a comment about how I looked was from a boy in 2nd Grade, "You are fat." I told my teacher, she blew me off. I was 6.</div>
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Fast forward to 6th grade. I had been to a handful of schools by then, plenty of input from family and classmates and others about how I looked. How I was "fat." But at least by then I would also get, "beautiful eyes" once in awhile.</div>
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I learned very early on that being fat was neither popular or positive. Funny thing though - I didn't eat all day and never move. I ate normal and was plenty active. My behaviors did not lean toward "fat." I participated in every activity I could get a ride to in high school: tennis, volleyball, marching band, dance team, drama, academic team, and probably a few other things I've forgotten. </div>
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Looking back through my early days pictures NOW...I was certainly not fat. Not SKINNY, but not FAT either. But the label of "fat" is what stuck. Even when I worked a summer job as a clerk in a law firm, a teenage girl from the country in the "big city" wearing a DRESS...and the Sr. Partner looked at me one day and said, "You'd be pretty if you weren't so fat." Yes. Said that to me. I was 16.<br />
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My relationships with men was influenced by having this fat. I adopted a belief that any man that really loved me would love ME regardless of the fat. So any man that said I was fat was dismissed, and the ones that swore to me that I was beautiful regardless of my size were the ones I gave myself to. And each one was a learning lesson to put it nicely. My "first" left me, my ex-husband was abusive, and so on. That belief that I could be beautiful regardless of my size was replaced with "I can be beautiful, fat, and useful." Useful to men one way, and the rest of the world through the work I can accomplish. <br />
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I poured myself into doing good work, providing value to the world, discovering and developing myself. Through it all, I have kept my fat. I have done some really cool things: traveled to other countries doing mission work, spoke with high-ranking government officials about changing the world, and had dinner with Fortune 500 CEOs. My fat came with me. I have been to the proverbial hell and back with relationships of all kinds, and my fat came with me. <br />
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Why do I say fat is my comfort zone? It's always been the buffer between the vulnerable me and what I can be for the world that needs what I can do in it. It's been my protective force field to ward off negative. My body literally goes into protective mode. I can eat healthy, exercise, and watch what I do, and yet...the fat is still there. <br />
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My fat is my comfort zone because it's all I've ever known. I don't know how NOT to be fat.<br />
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My word for 2017 is"Beyond." I now have to decide if I'm ready to go beyond that. To take the mental and emotional steps necessary to live like I'm "fit" not "fat." What will that look like? Not sure, but I'm ready to design a new label for myself. Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-45738587724890100092016-11-30T22:23:00.001-05:002016-11-30T22:23:26.453-05:00The Beauty of the Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The past few months have just been...indescribable. It still amazes me how much can happen in such a short amount of time. <br />
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Since August...another birthday come and gone, yet one more guy to disappear on me, a change of housing situations, two new websites, a few more clients, two awards, one bad sinus infection...and through it all, only three extra pounds. <br />
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In addition to MY little world, the rest of the world has also seen a ton of crazy: a new President, Britain to exit, lots of lives lost, new technology created, protesting to save the earth and protesting to destroy "the establishment," worldwide disasters with hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunami, tornadoes, and wildfires, and through it all, people are still showing love for their fellow man, standing up for what is right, cherishing family, and believing in hope.<br />
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That's the amazing thing about the human spirit. Through all the tragedy of life, we are strengthened by it. We learn to appreciate the fragility of it. The beauty of moments. <br />
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Regardless of what happens in my little world, I believe in the Magic of it - the beauty of moments whether I am alone soaking up the quiet sunrise, chatting on the phone with friends that I don't get to see, sharing time at a business function with new people to discover, or investing time into great friends over a pizza and drinks - I will enjoy the beauty of the moment.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-56327242111382946122016-08-20T20:37:00.003-04:002016-08-20T20:37:43.676-04:00Story of the Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No, it's not about the award I won, or the two new clients I signed on, or even the fact that the guy I've been dating still thinks I'm adorable. THIS story came from a wonderful client at the salon that made me tear up and have a sense of hope in true love.<br />
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The client, we'll call her Ruby, and her husband have been married for 46 years. She was recently home with a hurt back - which she has dealt with since youth - and watching The Newlywed Game. She decided to write down some of the questions to ask her husband when he got home, knowing they SHOULD know each other with ease. <br />
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Her husband comes home, and she asks the first question, "If you could give the gift of a body makeover for your spouse, which part of the body would you have redone?" <br />
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Ruby told him, "I picked your belly. You have gained a little weight and I know you don't like having the belly. So I would want you to have less of it again." Then she asked him, "What would YOU choose?" His response, "Honey, that's easy. Your back. You've been in such pain for years, I would want you to be pain free again." <br />
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THAT my friends...is real love. Ruby even teared up telling me the story because she knew how much she was loved by that man and how awesome he was for her. And THAT is the hope I have for a relationship. Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-29450091589040239212016-02-09T19:46:00.000-05:002016-02-09T19:47:18.344-05:00Movie Magic...Those Moments When God Whispers So Loud You Can't Hear Yourself ThinkHave you ever had "one of those days" (or weeks or months or years) and just needed SOMETHING good to touch your soul and give you peace? Yeah, same here. <br />
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It's been interesting lately. Business is moving slowly which makes everything tense. I am running behind from a deficit. AND, the guy thing. Don't get me started there. <br />
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I pray and talk to God on a constant basis. He's my confidant and comfort even though it's hard to feel a hug from Him. And I have learned and know for sure that if I can get my mind set in a positive way, I can get through hard stuff quicker and be productive. The trick is getting my mind set in a positive way. What to do? Well, I ask myself "What am I putting INTO me?" Not just food, but sensory: what I read, what I see, what I smell, what I touch, what I hear. My first go-to is music. I have some strong favorites that can help turn me around. But the past few days I added movies.<br />
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From Little Boy, my faith was strengthened in having FAITH, believing in myself and my partnership with God, and putting it all into action. When that lines up...miracles happen and you can move mountains. Plan on feeling the earth move...<br />
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And today, Kung Fu Panda 3. If you haven't seen it yet - DO IT! Po's path to maturity teaches him who he really is and what it means to be the Dragon Warrior. And love works like ch'i...it strengthens and grows as you GIVE...not as you TAKE. So even if my feelings are hurt, even if I feel like I'm not successful...I DO know who I am and I choose to show love regardless of the other person. <br />
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I could have chose to drown my sorrows, or go off-radar. But I'm happy with how I've chosen to reset my mind today. God whispered LOUD to me this week. Believe - have Faith - give Love - put it all in action...and Magic will happen! </div>
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At first, it was weird. I didn't know what to do with it. I got some post-it notes and wrote "Believe" on a few and posted them in places I would see throughout the day. Somedays I didn't even notice the word, but others. Oh my...<br />
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On "those" days - you know the ones. I clung to "Believe." Throughout the year my beliefs got tested. By the end of the year I was amazed how relevant that word was to me.<br />
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I've used other words and had the same outcome: Preparation, Simplify, Focus, etc.<br />
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Last year when I chose "Advance" I added some things to really bring it to life. Books and Bible Studies. I really thought through what "Advance" meant to me. Advance was a battle term for me - to move forward and take on the challenges. So I chose books that spoke to that theme and biographies! To learn from those that have gone on before and advanced - like Joseph in the Old Testament. And I learned a lot. It strengthened me for the year and some amazing stuff happened!<br />
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So I'm doing it again. THIS year, I chose "Magic." I wanted to have a word that would encourage big-out-of-the-box-take-chances thanking. Magic takes belief, imagination, expertise, and lots of work to produce. And I am SOOOOOOOOO ready for some magic! I have some books to get me started - studying Disney of course - and I'm returning to my journaling. And I found THIS journal...what do you see? Doves? Or a Face? Almost like "Magic," don't ya think?<br />
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Using a word of the year really brings the theme alive in my life. So if you're thinking of using a word of the year - choose wisely. <br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-11939424631442791942016-01-14T17:16:00.000-05:002016-01-14T18:10:54.202-05:00It's About TimeWe are already 3 weeks into 2016. It feels like the days speed up every year. It's crazy.<br />
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And 2015...that was a heck of a year. Lots of things happened.<br />
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<li>I met a new friend that I affectionately call "recess" because he makes me feel that everything in life can be fun.</li>
<li>Another fun Gear-Up event.</li>
<li>Had an interesting history-making meeting in Frankfort with Senators and lawmakers that resulted in a bill being submitted for vote to legalize cannabis in Kentucky.</li>
<li>My involvement with Executive Women International was showing signs of movement throughout the organization. Numbers were turning around and our time in Tulsa was productively positive.</li>
<li>A close friend of mine from college passed away. The blessing was that I got to see him a few times before he passed. He was still giving me advice when I saw him last. And I chose to honor that advice.</li>
<li>I got a vacation for the first time in years - with my bestie - to DISNEY....couldn't have been better!</li>
<li>Another friend of mine, Vicki, passed away after losing her long-time battle with cancer. She was a spiritual mentor of mine just by her example of handling life. Her whole family is precious to me. And she also gave me advice the last time I saw her. And I chose to honor that advice.</li>
<li>I was not only nominated, but was one of three finalists for Professional of the Year Award in Southern Indiana. </li>
<li>A bittersweet experience came when I left Arkham Executive. I love my clients and all they were accomplishing. It was a financial decision and it's worked out for the best for everyone involved.</li>
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I have been hesitant to write a posting lately. First of all, there's been a TON going on. And with all the business changes, I did everything I knew to make sure each step of the transition was respectful of my ex-business partner, and helpful for me...a win-win for everybody. <div>
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So - here's the deal. When I left Arkham, I got a job. That job turned into a consulting position and I just helped out with the day-to-day. THEN, I had a couple other people contact me to help on a part-time basis. So those are now consulting clients as well. I had PLANNED on staying on the down-low ... but "Recess," as well as a handful of others that I highly respect, became very vocal "Don't wait to start something new for yourself!" Thus, all the new stuff getting launched. </div>
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I have been in a weird place the last couple weeks. I have over-analyzed others and second-guessed myself. I have been lonely in a crowd and it showed. I have been lazy with sadness and it hurts my productivity. I have been frustrated with negative results of positive effort. I have been disconnected from me. And why? Hell if I know. But hey, that's the good thing about doing a post. It can sometimes be cathartic. So bear with me and maybe it'll be helpful for you too someday.<br />
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I've taken my jumbled thoughts and feelings and got back to journaling the past few days. I used to write about everything everyday. Then life blew up and I got away from it. Focused on business and growing people around me in their businesses. One thing I've come to realize. There's a reason God took a day off. Not because HE needed it - He IS God. But because WE need it. He led by example. One that I felt I just didn't need. And now it's catching up with me in a big way. I've become my own worst nightmare - bitchy and unproductive. <br />
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Now, before any of you try to shower me with "you're Wonder Woman, you got this" kind of stuff, know that I have been telling myself that for days now. But I'm here to tell ya', even Wonder Woman got her ass kicked every once in awhile. She had to re-group on Paradise Island to heal, gather an army of Amazon warriors, and head back into battle another day. THAT's where I am now. Healing. As best I know how. One step at a time.<br />
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The first step for me was to get to the root of my issue. I know what that is, to prove I'm even worthy to exist. That's why getting ignored is so hurtful and not accomplishing things is unacceptable. Being responsible for myself is a big deal too, not to be reliant on others as a charity case. The next was to do some simple self-assessing. Using the same tools I use with my clients: personality, core values, life wheel, and others, I wrote it all out and compared to the same assessments I did at the first of the year. Not much had changed. Good in the sense I was still confident in who I was and what I was about, but not good in the sense of not seeing positive forward-moving results for myself in my life wheel vision. I'm bummed. And I've been second-guessing myself all week. But here's another thing I realized. I've not been living by the code. <br />
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This was from Jesus (Luke 10:27). It's also in the Old Testament in Deuteronomy. Notice - love GOD with everything, love your neighbor AS YOURSELF. That "as yourself" part is harder than it sounds for someone like me. I'm confident in who I am, what I can do, and that I can get shit done --- for everyone else. I do love God. I do love people. But I don't really love myself. That has to change. If I change that, my life wheel vision will come true. Love is action, it's a code to live by. </div>
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And now I'm coming to a realization that I will always have a fight on my hands BECAUSE I have a code to live by. There will always be those who want to stand in the way of peace. Peace in the world around me, peace in others' minds and hearts, and peace in my own self. I will fight on. I know who I am, what I stand for, and there are others counting on me to live that out. That's what I'm going to believe anyway, so just go with me on it...lol. </div>
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<li>taught myself to read music and play instruments,</li>
<li>earned a perfect score trophy as drum major,</li>
<li>drove cross-country,</li>
<li>traveled to other countries,</li>
<li>served under high-level executives of big companies,</li>
<li>gotten my radio broadcasting license, </li>
<li>been backstage at the Grand Ole Opry during a performance,</li>
<li>met country music legends,</li>
<li>owned my own house,</li>
<li>finished a bachelor's degree in marketing and multiple certifications in music business and executive coaching,</li>
<li>been lost in the woods at Ashford Castle in Ireland,</li>
<li>held an owl on my arm,</li>
<li>rode a horse in the Grand Canyon,</li>
<li>rode a helicopter over the Grand Canyon,</li>
<li>sang to church groups in the Philippines,</li>
<li>held Gypsy babies in Romania,</li>
<li>taught award-winning marching bands performing in the Lucas Oil Stadium,</li>
<li>sang with a southern gospel group,</li>
<li>served on the worship team of a church for 20 years,</li>
<li>started a tech ministry,</li>
<li>produced many entertaining events,</li>
<li>led women's ministry,</li>
<li>worked with youth groups,</li>
<li>wrote and published a book, </li>
<li>landscaped my own property,</li>
<li>helped friends move - a lot,</li>
<li>held dying loved ones hands,</li>
<li>lost friendships,</li>
<li>made new friends,</li>
<li>been a jewelry lady and still love those shiny objects,</li>
<li>learned to drive on a stick-shift,</li>
<li>plucked feathers off a dead chicken,</li>
<li>bottle fed a calf that slept next to me in the house at grandpa's,</li>
<li>worked in a greenhouse,</li>
<li>worked as a marketing manager and bid-taker/clerk for an auctioneer,</li>
<li>been on the radio,</li>
<li>been on TV,</li>
<li>done some recording of songs,</li>
<li>started my own business,</li>
<li>sat and talked with Senators and a former Governor about industrial hemp uses,</li>
<li>helped connect hundreds of people,</li>
<li>wrote speeches for convention speakers,</li>
<li>produced videos,</li>
<li>led teams, groups, and organizations,</li>
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<li>Cherokee Alternative Energy (as Project Development Director to help develop 300 acres in Eastern Kentucky)</li>
<li>Executive Women International (another year as Chapter President, and possibility of national program)</li>
<li>Being Super book release</li>
<li>Gear-Up business conference in October (be prepared to see my face more...lol)</li>
<li>Business In A Box online training</li>
<li>Super Power Women Retreats </li>
<li>Land development projects (helping a friend)</li>
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I have been plagued my whole life with a feeling of "not good enough." I know where it stems from, and I recognize it daily. It affects everything I do, in both positive and negative ways. When I get distracted and let my guard down, I can feel the attack of "you're a failure, nothing's going to work, why even try," coming on. That's negative. When I am more focused, driven, energetic, committed, and confident, I hear in my spirit, "Bring it!" That's positive. That's why dealing with the distractions that open the door to doubt is the first key in conquering that negative pit of despair. For me, anyway.<br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-68244113973386874822015-07-14T19:10:00.000-04:002015-07-14T19:10:12.349-04:00Random Moments Can Bring Just What We Need Have you ever had one of "those" days? Yeah, I'm having one. Nothing BAD has happened. I'VE just been a little testy. Interruptions not handled well. Irritation ensues. Then every bad thought I could ever have about myself seems to just drown me all at once. What the WHAT? How does it escalate so quickly? <br />
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When I get like this, I stop. STOP. I know I'm disconnected. I have been working in details for too long. I'm REALLY not the detail person. I can do it. I can be good at it. But it's not my gift. My gift is guiding people, leading. But I digress...<br />
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When I get like this, I take the moment to reconnect with God. He's my Source. He already knows everything, why not talk to Him about everything. I'm always surprised at what He shares with me. And one way that I do that is to go to some great speakers - to hear the Word. And Joyce Meyer is one of my favorites. She's on my virtual board of directors. And this video was a random choice today. And boy, was it spot on for me.<br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-45281296773765714262015-07-01T18:55:00.000-04:002015-07-01T18:55:03.922-04:00They're Messing With My FamilyIf you are in favor of the rebel flag design on top of the General Lee car, you will enjoy this post. If you were a child of the 80's, you will enjoy this post. If you were an only child growing up in the 80s and watched Dukes of Hazzard like I did, you will enjoy this post. If the previous statements don't apply to you, you don't have to read any further. But in case you do, just know. These are MY personal observations and opinions. I am probably going to cuss. I promise not to call anyone names. But I am pretty grounded in these thoughts. Thus, I felt the need to even put this out there. Ready? Here we go...<br />
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I am an only child that spent a fair amount of time alone growing up because my mom worked her ass off to make sure we had what we needed to survive. I'm proud of her for that. For me, characters on TV became more than just characters, they were my friends. I pretended with them all the time. There were many adventures with the Superfriends (go figure), Wonder Woman (again, go figure), the Smurfs, He-Man and She-Ra, Thundercats, Mork & Mindy, The Fonz, Bull from Night Court, JR & Bobby Ewing, and the list goes on. <br />
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The first time I saw the Dukes of Hazzard, not only did I have a HUGE crush on Luke Duke, Daisy was like a sister to me. Daisy in her Jeep, Wonder Woman in her plane, and me riding along on all the adventures we could come up with. The Duke Boys were there when I needed to feel like a rebel tomboy riding in the woods on a motorbike. Uncle Jesse was a father figure for me when I didn't have one. And Roscoe and Boss Hogg? Well, somebody had to be the bad guys. I did love Boss's wife, Lulu. The Dukes taught me that good always prevails, resourcefulness gets you out of some sticky situations, and you don't need money to have a valuable life. They also taught me that you have emotional attachments with your vehicles and that CB radios are even cooler than cell phones.<br />
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But now...there's controversy. Not over Daisy's short shorts. Hell, there's a whole style with her name on it. Not over driving like crazy people on backroads. I know plenty of people who do - and I've even jumped a hill or two myself. But the controversy is about the damn design on top of the roof. <br />
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NOW - before you get all riled up. Yes, I get it. I have heard over and over the opinions and I have read the history. I have also listened to some people who have had no idea what they're really talking about. I get it that the REBEL Flag (not the Confederate) has been used by SOME to represent their own cause of hate, violence, and bigotry. SOME. Not all. Not the Duke Boys. If ANYONE on TV at that time had less hatred for people, it was the Dukes. They taught acceptance of everyone - no matter race, religion, shape, size, background, etc. MY association with the REBEL flag was one of independence, guts, determination, perseverance, riding in to the save the day, and pride. PRIDE in being who you are - regardless of who you are. That was MY association. Have I seen the rebel flag being used with hate - yes. Make no mistake, I grew up in Washington County, Indiana. Where the I remember the first black family moving into the county in decades was wide-spread gossip. Damn, the Ku Klux Klan revived itself around that time. Coincidence? Duh. And folks - that is geographically considered THE NORTH. Hatred is NOT just a southern thing. Hatred is not just a confederate flag thing. Hatred is NOT The Dukes of Hazzard. <br />
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Why am I getting worked up? Simple. I am pissed at TV Land and Warner Brothers and Amazon and other big companies for pulling PR stunts. Banning the Dukes of Hazzard. Seriously. Give me a freakin' break. If it was really a controversy - the show should have never made it to the screen to begin with. And people - pay attention. Big companies are NOT on your side. They don't CARE. They want attention and more money. Think it through. Where are the sales of merchandise rising right now? The flag industry - both Rebel and Rainbow alike. But no, let's mess with a beloved TV show that promotes acceptance, good wins the day, and helping the little guy. Again, why am I getting worked up? They're messing with my family, and even the General Lee is family to me.<br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-52812316474026840572015-05-16T19:08:00.002-04:002015-05-16T19:17:35.714-04:00My Nemesis In The Burbs First, let me say...I DO like living close to everything in the metro. Because I don't want anyone to think I have anything against living in the burbs. HOWEVER...when it comes to some of the simple joys I appreciated with country life, the burbs get on my nerves. Hearing the neighbors incessant bird screeching, not seeing very many stars at night, not being able to walk around naked without fear of someone seeing, and NOW...my new nemesis...the damn rabbits.<br />
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Don't let their furry adorableness fool you. These little evil fluffballs will decimate a flower garden before you even get them planted. They have already eaten my verbena, rose moss, wand flower, and even the lilly blooms. I didn't have this problem in the country. Why? Because there are dogs that are allowed to chase out there. Dogs here have to be on leashes. They don't get to do what they do naturally. And the damn rabbits KNOW it.<br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-56538484235154080112015-04-11T11:45:00.000-04:002015-04-11T11:45:26.645-04:00Getting Through The Funk<br />
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Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-10724653292781360392015-02-14T11:41:00.001-05:002015-02-14T11:41:23.800-05:00Celebrating the good<p dir="ltr">Have you ever used a life wheel? It's a great tool to visually see areas of your life that are worthy of a celebratory parade, and others that are ripe for improvement. Today is Valentine's Day. A day to show your special someone some love. I'm of the belief you should do that everyday. Especially for yourself. Even Jesus said, "love God with all your mind, heart and soul, and love others as yourself." Notice...He made a point of telling us to include ourselves. Not in a narcissistic way, but in the 'put your own oxygen mask on first' kind of way.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This day can be hard for single people like myself. So, to put myself in a loving mindset, I used the life wheel. I wrote out at least one good thing going on in each of those areas. My wheel may be bumpy on satisfaction level (the connected dots on the inside), but I have a lot of great things to love about my life. And love them I will. </p>
<p dir="ltr">If you're in a slump today...try it for yourself. If you'd like me to send you a wheel worksheet, let me know :-).</p>
<p dir="ltr">Happy Valentine's Day y'all!!</p>
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For years I have used a single word to focus on for the year. Each time, I end up learning so much about myself and life reflecting that word. This year my excitement level is at a new high. I prayed for weeks about what to choose to build on 2014's word, FREEDOM. Each time I thought about it, it made sense that once you are free from something you go on to something else. So. My word for 2015 is ... ADVANCE.</div>
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Advance is forward movement. Advance is being intentional. Advancing activities are strategic. To Advance is to grow the empire, so to speak.</div>
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2015 is full of forward movement and amazing opportunities for growth in every area of my life. I'm hoping you'll join me on the journey!</div>
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Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-57260001574655130602014-11-19T21:13:00.001-05:002014-11-19T21:13:34.481-05:00Vaude In The Ville - FINALLY Sharing My ThoughtsWhy, oh why, did I take so long in getting my thoughts out there about my experience watching 'Vaude in the 'Ville last month? I could claim alien abduction or failed technology or coma. But that would not be true. Funny, but not true. So, excuses done...here are my thoughts on my creative friend's show, 'Vaude In The 'Ville!<br />
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Not everyone remembers the old Vaudeville style shows from "back in the day," but if you've ever seen more contemporary versions through The Carol Burnett Show, The Muppets, Hee Haw, or In Living Color, you kinda get the idea that it's all about the variety. And Divinity Rose and her cohort, John Cowgell, had that variety aspect covered - in spades! Everything from singing, dancing, audience participation with nerf guns, live tweeting, comedy, a cool light show, and even a light up "Applause" sign box. All within the space of the upstairs of The Bards Town in the Highlands.<br />
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Now, I'm partial to the singing. And I love to hear Divinity sing. John did not disappoint either. The song selection fit the theme of the night, "If The Stars Were Mine." Even the cool lighting effects joined in the frivolity playing clips of old concession stand commercials during intermission. There were very few dull moments and improve abounded with the addition of projecting live tweets on the wall. <br />
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When they do this show again (and there's talk of a TV show), I recommend you join in the fun!<br />
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</span>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178415484264635262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740396816268204546.post-11598918027407584912014-06-30T22:22:00.001-04:002014-06-30T22:43:23.801-04:00Must There Be A Superman?<div style="text-align: left;">
This personal journey of mine can wear me out. I get lonely. I'll admit it. I've questioned if I'm having any positive impact on the world. Does the work I do make a difference? Do I make a difference? Do the dreams and goals I have matter? Am I really helping anyone? Am I needing validation or an ego stroke? Or do I just need to find a measurement of effectiveness? Is it negative to think these thoughts? Or do I just need to process where I am and find my direction again?</div>
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As I've posted before, I've been reading the graphic novel, <i>Superman Grounded</i>. It's very well written. And I have been moved to tears seeing the images and reading the thoughts of the "world's greatest hero." Those thoughts are a lot like mine have been. His journey takes him on foot across America. At one point, Batman shows up to try to convince him that walking to connect to people is not "doing them any favors." Batman goes on to tell Superman after explaining the middle of Main Street, U.S.A. is not the place for a fight with Brainiac, "The world of suburban streets, and neighborhood diners, and front porches...that isn't our world, Superman. Not anymore. We can't live there. Not just because it endangers us, but because it puts them at risk. All of them. The isolation we endure is the price we pay for what we do. You can't go home again. Because when we walk into OUR world...we walk out of THEIRS. Forever."</div>
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I don't think Superman agreed with Batman, because he kept walking. He continued his journey. To find his own answers to questions like, "Does it matter?"</div>
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Enter another moment where out of nowhere (a time portal - really) a few heroes clad in Superman-similar costumes greet Superman and convince him to join them. To get a glimpse of the impact he has in the future. Where there are "Supermen" and "Superwomen" all over the universe. There's even a Super Gorilla and a Super Solar System and let's not forget the single-celled SuperCilia. Not only does Superman see what his ideals and actions have inspired, he sees how they all come together. It's not just a Fortress of Solitude. It's the Fortress of Solidarity. No more being alone. No more wondering if what he does makes a difference. He was given that rare gift of KNOWING. The question of "must there be a Superman?" was clear...YES.</div>
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I don't have a graphic novelist writing my story to give me a glimpse into the future. I DO have faith in the One who wrote my story long before I was born. Superman's story has been inspiring for me. So has the Old Testament's Shepherd-turned-Warrior-turned-King David. The Psalms, most of which were written by David, are full of questioning. Questioning himself, questioning God. Lamenting situations. Pouring his whole heart out for God to give him a peace that surpasses understanding. And I do the same on my journey. </div>
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I don't have all the answers yet. And my direction is not as clear as I'd like it to be, but I've learned to focus on my most excellent process and let God take care of the results. I strive to do good in the world - to have a positive effect on the world around me. And when all is said and done, how could I not believe that matters. </div>
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I don't suppose you've ever questioned? ...</div>
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