What if we chose to do ONE courageous thing every day ’til the end of the year? 1 big or small thing aligned with our goals…
I was sitting here thinking about a promise I made to my daughter many years ago about overcoming my fears. I want to be an even greater example to her about what’s possible, and that’s going to take some courage… a willingness to experience a fear of failing and do it anyway. So I decided minutes before posting this that I want to challenge myself to walk in courage the rest of this year, and get some things done…. some things I’ve been putting off that I know I can accomplish if I focus more on my intentions than my insecurities.
So I extend the same challenge to you. Every day for the rest of year, do one small thing that is (safe and not harming anyone else, lol, and) aligned with your goals and priorities. The second hand on a clock counts too. We can make micro steps daily and end up farther along than if we just continued to put that thing off indefinitely.
Big or small, forward is forward. So maybe you don’t feel ready to write the manuscript, but could you sit for 15 minutes and meditate on the message you want readers to take away from your book? Maybe you have a concept and a few stories you want to share in a podcast. Could you write an outline of topics you’d like to cover or people you’d like to interview? Maybe you’re setting some wellness/weight loss goals for after the holidays. Could you research some meal plans or meal prep hacks? Or maybe you’re an artist who wants to get back to/begin painting. Could you set up a wish list of supplies, or rearrange your space to create a small studio?
Big goals are accomplished by small tasks attached to preplanned outcomes. The year isn’t over, we can still get some things done.
And for those who work work work and rarely play, or rest, maybe your courageous step is to find a few minutes each day to laugh and breathe.
Today would be the 13th anniversary of my death. I realized that a few minutes ago as I wrote, “Nov. 4, 2021” at the top of the page in my journal.
For those of you who weren’t around that day, I was nearly shot and killed around 4pm on November 4, 2008. As I sat in a parked car waiting for my passenger’s conversation to end, a bullet pierced through my rear driver’s side window, narrowly missing the back of my head, and lodged in the door frame of my passenger side door. As shattered glass poured down my back, I was jarred back into reality, and the sounds of two gunshots echoed in my mind….
Later that day (or the next), I traced the trajectory of the bullet and realized that death missed me by 2 inches.
It’s not something I think about often. Well, I do think about it briefly each time I pass that intersection, but I don’t think about it in detail. And, I definitely don’t think about the tremendous impact of that moment.
Today, after writing that date in my journal, that’s all I could think about. I thought of all the lives I’ve touched since then, that I wouldn’t have. I had my own “It’s a Wonderful Life,” George Bailey moment and realized how much my presence matters.
I thought about my daughter who would’ve never been born. I didn’t even know I was pregnant until a month later.
I thought about the friends I’ve coached through deep grief.
I thought about the friends I’ve share healing messages with that I received intuitively.
I thought about all the girls I’ve spoken to in schools, libraries, and churches that I never would have empowered.
I thought about how my book would’ve never been read, because it hadn’t been written yet.
I thought about all my friends who are now authors because seeing me do it gave them the courage to try.
I thought about all the friends who I empowered with words and conversation starters for reaching out when tension was high last year, and everyone was scared to say the wrong thing.
I thought about the really close friendships I would’ve never experienced.
I thought about the posts I never would’ve written.
I thought about the woman I met at Friday’s who I coached through her divorce and how happy she is now no longer dealing with her ex husband’s alcoholism.
I thought about the people I never would have encouraged.
I thought about so many things that would have been different, so many connections that wouldn’t have happened, so many lives that I wouldn’t have touched….
Sometimes we don’t see our value until the oddest moments cause us to reflect. Maybe you’re not where you want to be in life, and the thoughts of that consume you. Just know that you are still here for a purpose and that you touch far more people than you’ll ever know.
Sometimes I think about how one stranger who smiled at me or said, “How you doin’?” completely turned my day around. That one moment of connection shifted how I interacted with the next person, the next driver, my family, etc. We are so connected. That person who ran late and got on the bus seconds before it pulled off three stops before yours, caused the bus to stop at that red light that allowed you to catch it a few blocks later. We are connected. The person who kindly held the door for that person who was having a bad day, helped them to get in their car in a better mood, so they got into traffic in a better mood, and didn’t ruin the next person’s day. We’re interconnected.
As you go through life, realize that the choices we make impact the next person, and let’s move and interact in ways that make our world a little better one interaction at a time.
Anybody else been having C+ days, lately? Gotta love ourselves through them. Ebb and flow doesn’t just apply to the ocean. We’re 70% water, too. Some days we’re A+ and some days we’re not. We have to love ourselves in every state….
“Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.”
Langston Hughes
About once a week, those words from Langston Hughes’ poem, “Mother to Son” come to mind. It’s a beautiful poem of a mother telling her son to not give up, that despite the challenges of life, she’s still persevering, and he can, too.
The last two days, I’ve been listening to Toni Braxton’s “Let It Flow” on repeat. It’s not because I’m on the brink of a break up. (I’m still team single over here. 😆) It’s because I need to remind myself that it’s okay to not be in control all the time. I need to let things flow and, honestly, be less uptight.
I am admittedly experiencing one of the most challenging seasons of my adult life. I’m not going through a terminal illness or anything like that. I’m just processing life, with multiple aspects under construction. I am building my dream, while navigating my right now. Some days that can be exhausting.
Despite being a little too aware of what I want to change, I am more determined than I’ve ever been to pursue my dreams. So the dance between optimism and pessimism sometimes leaves me feeling emotional, exhausted, and honestly wondering if things will ever be REALLY good.
As an empowerment specialist, this is a weird thing to admit. However, I feel that my honesty serves, too. I don’t have it all together. I’m navigating life, too. What I’ve learned is that my lessons along this journey have value. As I learn, I share.
Inspiration comes to me that helps me navigate my moments. Most of my posts came from insights I receive intuitively—guidance from “all there is” that helps me make sense of where I am right now.
I get so excited about having instructions on how to navigate that moment, that the majority of my posts were written within minutes of receiving that guidance. I can recognize truth when it comes to me. I’m wise enough to know that it didn’t come from me because seconds before I was clueless having no idea what to do. I’ve been practicing listening to divine guidance since high school so I eagerly share it because I know it will be helpful not just to me, but to you, too. And it has been. (I love receiving your messages and comments about how my posts inspired you. They inspired me, too, lol. Thanks Universe! 😆)
Anywho, I wrote this post to share with you what I do to transition and keep going on the days that feel hard….
Quick sidebar: Before someone calls me out on discouraging people from “feeling the feelings,” I am just sharing what I do. These may resonate with people who process similarly to me. I believe that everyone processes life differently, due to personality, upbringing, environmental factors, societal conditioning, zodiac signs, human designs, past/present trauma, and so much more. I think that SOME people who are more comfortable emoting can be a bit judgy toward those who aren’t. I happen to be one who deals better with processing the less comfortable emotions in the company of a therapist, rather than in my own space. But that’s me. I respect everyone’s right to heal and deal differently. So there’s that….
Okay. So here are some of the things I do to keep moving forward when I feel like I’m being b*tch slapped by life. 😆
❤️💜💙💚 JOURNAL – I write in my journal. I don’t just vent. Sometimes I do, of course, but MOST times I try to be intentional about what I’m writing and why.
For example, I journal:
3 statements each for the prompts: “I forgive myself for…,” “I love myself for…,” I release myself to….” – “10 things I did right today….”
Alphabet Gratitude – I “number” a sheet of ruled paper from A to Z, with one letter per line. Then, I write something that I’m grateful for that begins with each letter of the alphabet. By the time I get to “T” I usually feel better. Coming up with “X” and “Z” will do it for sure. 😁
Inner Child Conversation – There’s a part of us that most adults don’t know to acknowledge. I used to think the concept of an “inner child” was woo woo nonsense. I am grateful however that I did my research and decided to be open and give it a try. I was surprised that it is legit. So how do you connect to your inner child? One technique I learned involves writing to your inner child with one hand and the responses with the other. So I write a question to my inner child with my dominant hand. (e.g. “Are you feeling sad?”) Then switch the pen to my non-dominant hand and allow the answer to flow from within. I don’t make it up. I sit and listen. And the words flow. (e.g. “Yes. Because….”) It is an amazing experience. If you are patient, and relax your skepticism a little, the responses really do flow. I know it’s legit because the answers that come through are not answers I would have thought of. There is a bypass that occurs when we switch to writing with our non-dominant hand that allows us to connect intuitively without our mind interrupting the communication. Just try it. I was skeptical, too. But it’s been very healing. (I’ll post a book in the comments/below that can support you in this if you have questions.)
❤️💜💙💚 CONNECT – I reach out (call, text, message…) a friend/family member/someone in my “tribe.”
I text a friend that I communicate with often and tell them I’m in a funk. The important part here is that I know which friends will meet me with compassion and encouragement, and which will meet me with a stern, “swift kick in the pants.” 😆You have to know which you need in the moment, and reach out accordingly.
I reach out to friends/family I haven’t heard from in a while. Sometimes the best way to feel better is to help someone else feel better. When we reach out to someone—not asking for anything, but just to let them know they’re on our my mind—that brief interaction can completely shift the energy of their day, and give us a boost, as well.
❤️💜💙💚 CREATE – I find a way to express myself that feels good. (The route needs to not cause hurt/harm to anyone else, lol.)
I create some form of visual art. I paint. I complete ceramic projects. I grab my gel pens and print a coloring page from a website for kids. I just find a way to create.
I write a song. Songwriting is my most natural gift. I sing all day, even when I’m unaware of it. So when I’m in a funk, sometimes I write a song in the moment to express how I’m feeling, or how I want to feel.
I write. Sometimes my blog posts are birthed out of those funky moments. Honestly this one began that way, lmao. I express myself via haiku. Haiku is poetry that requires three lines. The first and third lines are 5 syllables each and the middle line is 7 syllables. Expressing myself this way (which I do as another form of journaling) helps me express what’s bothering me when I can’t get the words out. It forces me to get to the point. Here’s an example:
Today, was just wack.
I had so much work to do.
All I did was sleep.
#Truestory Haiku helps me get it out without spending hours rehashing every detail. It’s a great way to release the day. You can just set a 10 minute timer and get it all out your system, then do something that feels good and go to bed with less on your mind. Works for me.
Hope these help! Have an amazing day, night, afternoon, etc.
You feel like you’re failing because you’re not doing it their way. You feel like they are judging your moves. You don’t realize that YOU are judging you, in anticipation.
Past experiences cause YOU turn against you… to brace yourself for the impact of expected judgment.
Be who YOU are and let them think what they want to think.
Be true to YOURSELF, your desires, your needs, your priorities.
Make moves that make sense for YOU.
We are all here for our individual journeys. We’ll never reach OUR individual destinations by navigating our lives by THEIR map.
Mentorship is great. Seasoned wisdom is appreciated. And at some point, we have to care less about outside opinions and follow what WE know is right.
I thought about my daughter who would’ve never been born. I didn’t even know I was pregnant until a month later.
I thought about the friends I’ve coached through deep grief.
I thought about the friends I’ve share healing messages with that I received intuitively.
I thought about all the girls I’ve spoken to in schools, libraries, and churches that I never would have empowered. 
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