“On sh*t days sometimes the best thing we can do is learn, recover, and get prepared for tomorrow.” —Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist
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Today was not ideal, but tomorrow does not have to be a repeat.
Today happened as it did. I contacted who I needed to contact, met with my therapist, recorded and edited today’s podcast, and then took a good nap.
Some things are outside of our control. And a lot more is within our control than we realize. So today I took what I learned and I’m making it my business to be more prepared for a better tomorrow.
What I’m doing to prepare is likely not what you’re expecting. Check out today’s podcast to hear what I’m doing.
On my Share & Let’s Live! podcast, I share tips and tools that are transforming my life and mindset every single day. If you appreciate this FREE daily podcast (and are able), please send me a $5 matcha or purchase a membership to support. (If you’re unable, please know I understand.) Thank you so much for being here!
I’ve been putting off sewing this handbag (for myself) for a while. But I need to do it because about a week ago I looked down at my “purse” and realized how it’s and overused, tattered mess, and the strap is all but falling off. So the last time I used it, I decided that I love myself too much to ever wear that bag in public ever again.
So every day I leave my house with my wallet, and phone, and keys in my hands, fumbling through store aisles with all this stuff that’s normally in my purse. And I come home fully committed to completing this handbag because “I just can’t.”
But the combo of ADHD and my current lack of rest (and peace of mind) usually lead to me doing a few step, getting confused on how to move forward, putting it down to work on when I’ve had rest, and then the cycle repeats.
So today, I woke up and decided to complete this bag. No more putting it down to work on it later… And as I was working, I started thinking about where I’m at in life versus where I want to be. Oddly this time instead of heading down the path of self-loathing, I started thinking about the awesomeness that is Tabitha Brown.
I started thinking about her testimony. How she followed that voice within, and did what she felt guided to do… not knowing how it would walk her up the path to her dreams.
I thought about how she openly and unapologetically praises… thanking God for where she is and likely for how far she’s come.
I could hear her in my head saying, “God, I thank you.” And I thought about myself and my own journey. I realized that the depth of her praise is likely because she can see every step of the journey, the hard parts, the ready to give up parts, the “is this EVER gonna work out for me?” parts…. They’re all in there. I’m sure the memories waft up and she can contrast them with where she is now and it bubbles up and erupts in a, “God, I thank you.”
And each time she praises, and shares her victories, I get happy right along with her.
I see me, when I see her. When she wins, I am reminded that my wins are possible…. and now that I think about it… maybe even inevitable. I like that thought that I get to win, too.
I gain strength from watching her win and watching her praise. She encourages me to keep going, to believe it gets better, to believe one day I’ll be doing my own version of “God, I thank you.”
I have a living example that the vision I see for my life is not just possible, but it’s before me. Seeing Tabitha Brown living her dreams, shows me how real it can be… that I can go from wishing, hoping, and wondering when…. to living it.
She’s living proof that “though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come.” And I’m so grateful.
Press play to listen to today’s podcast. FYI I cuss so wait ’til the kids and elders aren’t around. Blessings!
Even as I’m writing this, I’m realizing that it’s not enough to just see it as possible, but to take it the next step and KNOW it is before me.
This is why sharing our testimonies matters. This is why Share and Let’s Live! exists. We’re here for each other. As we share our gifts and our testimonies, we all get to grow and be more of who we were always meant to be.
By watching Tab share her journey, I’ve gained faith to keep going… to keep believing my own journey leads to my dreams.
It gets to be better than this. This is not how my story ends. Just as I’ve been along for the ride in the last few years and have watched her blessings unfold (and will continue to watch her blessings unfold), there are people watching me and they’ll be my witnesses.
One day my triumphs and these present trials will be somebody else’s reason to keep going. My journey will one day be the testimony that gives someone hope. And I’m choosing to hold on to that thought.
Thank you Tabitha Brown for sharing your journey…. the downs and the ups. I didn’t plan to write all this. I was really planning to just share a song that came to mind as I was thinking of you this morning. The song is “My Worship Is For Real.”
I’ll leave it in the comments along with an excerpt of the lyrics.
Bless you, Tab! And bless you for reading (and listening) and being my witness.
On my Share & Let’s Live! podcast, I share tips and tools that are transforming my life and mindset every single day. If you appreciate this FREE daily podcast (and are able), please send me a $5 matcha or purchase a membership to support. (If you’re unable, please know I understand.) Thank you so much for being here!
On my Share & Let’s Live! podcast, I share tips and tools that are transforming my life and mindset every single day. If you appreciate this FREE daily podcast (and are able), please send me a $5 matcha or purchase a membership to support. (If you’re unable, please know I understand.) Thank you so much for being here!
What I drop their opinion? What if I say, “I don’t care. You don’t know me,” and choose to do what feels right for me? What if I decide that the me I was before I met them was fine?
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What if their job was to ensure my survival (i.e. basic needs) not to ensure my conformity? What if who I was to become was already written?
What if who you were meant to be has nothing to do with who they designed you to be? What if the blueprint was already written?
What if we arrive here with a plan and at birth immediately forget it, and our job is to go through life noticing what feels good, keeps our attention, and sparks our curiosity? What if our natural talents, passions, and interests are a clue to what we came here to do?
What if we’re here to do more than get the job that pays the best so we can center our lives around our bills?
What if we were taught that we can’t do what we’re passionate about because we can’t make money at it purely because the people who want us to work for them are the ones creating and maintaining that narrative? What happens if a lie is told enough times, to enough people, over enough generations?
It’s possible that we’re here to do more than work jobs we hate, so we can barely maintain lifestyles that suits us, and get to retire and enjoy what’s left of our lives in the last quarter. It’s possible that if we believe in, and dedicate our lives to serving ourselves and humanity through our gifts, passions, skills, and interests, that we can live beautifully fulfilled lives.
As I study those who have “figured it out,” a common thread is that they pour everything into doing what feels natural to them. I don’t think this is a coincidence.
So my intention is to get back to the me I was before other people’s opinions, and behavior, convinced me to conform. I feel like my best self, and my dream life, resides there.
On my Share & Let’s Live! podcast, I share tips and tools that are transforming my life and mindset every single day. If you appreciate this FREE daily podcast (and are able), please send me a $5 matcha or purchase a membership to support. (If you’re unable, please know I understand.) Thank you so much for being here!
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