My brain can be like Grand Central Station; a steady flow of traffic with each thought vying to gain some traction.
I’ve entertained far too many thoughts that never deserved my attention.
Entertain is a good word choice. Thoughts knock at our door and the majority should be treated like unwanted solicitors. Would you invite a stranger in for coffee and to set up housekeeping in the spare room?
Of course not.
So why did that pretty mist-colored laptop on HSN end up in my house?
Well, I kept LISTENING, and the more I entertained the thoughts surrounding the laptop and imagined using it, the less the $500 price tag troubled me.
Even though I already have a perfectly good laptop.
(Yes, I returned it.)
But the point is, what thoughts we entertain give us imaginations or VISIONS that can actually become reality.
I’ve learned to approach my thoughts like a buffet. I used to try to get my money’s worth and took advantage of “all you can eat.” Indigestion and regret usually followed.
I’ve learned to be more choosy at the buffet, only selecting what I’m in the mood for at the moment. (This can lead to a focused attack on the desserts, but that’s another story.)
When it comes to our thought lives, it’s wise to understand that not everything that flies into our brains merits consideration.
But some things DO.
I bet some of the most brilliant entrepreneurial ideas started with just a thread of a thought.
This very blog started with a “Hmmmmm” moment in a float tank.
How many relationships ended in happily ever afters because someone thought, “I’ll give online dating a try!”
My sister took a calligraphy class decades ago, and she has been gainfully employed doing what she loves ever since.
Does it make your heart leap? Does it bring hope? Then by all means HOLD THAT THOUGHT!
Nurture it and let it breathe. Water it and fertilize it and who knows – it can end up being a full-blown vision.
Were you as captivated as I was by Prince Harry’s engagement announcement this week? I didn’t know much about Meghan Markle until I saw this video, which is an example of holding a THOUGHT and taking action based on that thought to effect change:
I think Diana is smiling, don’t you?
So let’s not get caught up in VISIONS of grandeur that overwhelm us. Let’s start with a thought, and then play with it a little.
I did that this week and it turned me a bit upside down!
For our entire lives, we’ve been working on a masterpiece.
We may not call ourselves creative and a paintbrush may never have graced our hands – still, we are artists.
On my 4+ hour drive to Jacksonville to spend Thanksgiving with my friend Anita and her family, I had good company. Joining me on the open road was the audio book of Don Miguel Ruiz’s “The Voice of Knowledge.” A new friend had shared with me that Ruiz’s “The Four Agreements” deeply affected his life for good. He highly recommended the trilogy of Toltec Wisdom Books.
The word “Toltec” means “artist of the spirit.” In the Toltec tradition, every human is an artist, and the supreme art is the expression of the beauty of our spirit. To consider that we are artists (rather than mere humans), makes us creators – just like the One Who created us.
From page 47 of The Voice of Knowledge:
How do we live our life? This is our art; the art of living.
There are two kinds of artists. Those who create their story without awareness, and those recover awareness and create their story with truth and with love.
To think that I – that WE – hold the paintbrush to our lives is an awesome realization. Is there something that doesn’t fit into our vision of truth and love? Paint over it. Create something new. We have the power to do this.
We were BORN to write our own story and have everything we need to make it a work of art. Yes, people will come along who will try to impose on us what THEY think our lives should look like.
When I handed over the paintbrush to other people, I became something other than the authentic Brenda.
It has taken many years to get her back. As the song goes, “Reunited and It feels SO good!
This passage from page 68 excited my spirit so much I wanted to share it with you:
You are the only one who can change your story, and you do this by changing your relationship with yourself.
Every time you change the main character in your story, just like magic the whole story starts to change in order to adapt to the new main character.
I think of one of my favorite movies of all time, Frequency, in which the main character is able to connect to his long-deceased Father through a miraculous ham radio. At one point he mentions that “cigarettes will kill, you Dad…” as an off-handed comment.
Long story short, that suggestion led to a decision by his Father that resulted in him changing the course of his life…and his death. The script was rewritten.
I consider my decision four years ago to stop drinking. After years of wrestling with, “Do I have a problem?” I heard clearly in my spirit that if I kept it up, I would die prematurely. When tempted to sip a Cosmopolitan, I have reminded myself of that revelation to keep me from turning back.
The clarity of sobriety has graced me with so many gifts; most importantly, a clearness about what I want my life to be and who I want Brenda to be. It has afforded me a newfound ability to call a lie a lie and step away from pretense and performance. Being clear gave me the courage to walk away from those things that no longer “fit” the true me…and the health in mind, body and spirit to enjoy a new way of living.
It was the first domino in a series that led to removing Zoloft from my life, journeying to Costa Rica to get back in touch with my wounded soul and begin this journey to wholeness.
What a ripple effect!
I’m sure there will yet be many more changes to the main character of my story, but my point in writing is to encourage YOU to take that paintbrush and adjust your masterpiece accordingly.
Paint your beautiful life with broad strokes of love and truth, my friends.
And what a great word to follow up these thoughts on CREATIVITY:
What a wonderful assignment for all of us! It is NEVER too late to be who you “might have been.”
I hope you had a beautiful Thanksgiving. It’s a holiday to be celebrated year-round…and my heart is overflowing with gratitude for this life I get to live (and create!). I’m so blessed to share it with you.
Can you imagine a table loaded up with love and yet you remain starving?
I’ve considered this on a week where HARMONY was our Word of the Week, and all of the messages I kept reading referred back to LOVE as the secret sauce for harmony.
When I am out of sorts with myself, I’m learning to check my love levels. Since Costa Rica, my first step is to check out how well I’m loving ME (or not). Because I’ve learned that I will only attract what I emanate.
Harmony is when there’s unity of thought and feeling – and fear is always the great divider.
Fear’s leading line is, “What if…” and leads down the rabbit trail of negative possibilities.
That’s when I need to go and sit in Mom-Mom’s chair, and talk to myself.
Taking that five minute (or more) time-out is just what I need to get back to unity between my soul and spirit, and it always ends with a little love note to myself.
“I love you Brenda.”
When was the last time you said those words out loud to yourself?
Picture yourself, through all of the many stages of your life: The chubby toddler, the acne-stained teen; the insecure but tough-looking college student or the polished (but anxious as hell) professional.
With each mental image, let love well up inside of you. You’ll find floods of empathy and compassion, tenderness and grace rise up.
Then let those loving feelings wash over you.
Some tears may spill out of your eyes. That’s okay. It’s your angels washing your heart from the wounds accrued over time.
After that good, cleansing cry, you may find that where there was discord, harmony now resides in your heart. And you’re ready to face life again, because YOU’VE got your own back.
The table of love is a feast that is always set before us. May we all choose to partake!
I talk a bit more on this (and just wish I had put some better lipstick on), but you’ll forgive the momentary lapse of aesthetics in the new Word of the Week reveal:
Looking at life with fresh eyes is how I’m going to approach creativity this week.
After all, if I keep doing the SAME thing, I’ll get the same results.
I want new stuff! How about you?
Oh, and let’s GIVE THANKS for all the wonderful stuff we already have. I hope you and yours enjoy a marvelous Thanksgiving holiday, seated at a table where the feast is LOVE.
Divine interruptions are sometimes the universe’s way of keeping us out of harm’s way. Or bringing us an adventure!
I’ve got to look at it this way, as I write this week’s post from the Tampa Airport Marriott…a hotel I had not planned on staying in, because I had intended to be on a plane to Philadelphia.
The plane got to Philly Friday night, but without me.
I was finishing up a work meeting with plenty of time to spare to make the flight. Ten miles from the airport, a dreaded standstill drained all of my lead time – and more.
I arrived in time to board, but they wouldn’t take my bag and offered no solutions to get it to Philly. And in my bag was my LIFE. Ain’t no abandoning the bag option for Brenda!
I try to go with the flow when my life is interrupted, but when involves or affects other people, I get a bit antsy.
One thing was certain: Come #$%@ or high water, I was NOT going to miss my sister’s play on Sunday afternoon.
It was clear that no flights out on Friday night on ANY airline would get me to my destination without blowing up my credit card inordinately, so my next option was to search for Saturday morning flights.
Picture me traipsing from ticket counter to ticket counter – United, Delta, American, Spirit, Frontier, Southwest…only to discover there were NO reasonable seats to Philadelphia.
But Newark! Now there’s an option!
So yes, I got a flight for Saturday AM that would get me to Newark in the early afternoon. This would mean I’d miss coffee time with Renee and Steve (boo) and an afternoon visit with Roseann, Mike and her parents (boo) but at least I’d be in South Jersey in time for an evening with the star of “Our Town” and her husband (my brother-in-law), Tony.
Getting a room at the Marriott was the easy part. I thought it would be equally easy to adjust my Budget rental to a pick-up in Newark and the original drop-off in Philly.,
After placing me on hold for 45 minutes they said (basically), “Nope.”
Dollar Rental to the rescue! A few clicks, and it was done (at the same price as Budget.)
So now I am here in Marriott-land, unintended and upended…but planning on embracing our word of the week, EXPLORATION.
First, I want to explore a menu. My stomach is growling! And I will go down to the restaurant EXPECTING something wonderfully serendipitous to happen.
Because that’s how I roll. Who knows why this all happened? But it did. Maybe I am a bozo and should have left earlier. Lesson learned. Maybe there’s a person on this newly booked Southwest flight that I am meant to meet. Or an accident somehow avoided if my plans had gone as…well, planned.
We try and script life and yet each day can be fraught with plot twists. We can either let them frustrate us – or we can see them as adventures in the making.
Yes, first I cried.
Now I am going downstairs to lose myself in an order of French fries.
I hope YOUR explorations brought you happy surprises this week. Next week I hope to have a full report of how this all played out! And I close out the word with my thoughts about exploring our INTERNAL lives. Take a listen:
My sister has been my chief cheerleader and support system for 54 years.
When I cried incessantly as a baby, my parents threatened to put me up for sale in a wheelbarrow by the road.
I think in today’s world, someone would have called child protective services, but back then it was their way of saying, “If this child doesn’t stop screaming, we’re going to lose it!”
Of course, they never INTENDED to sell me, but my five-year-old sister couldn’t grasp the nuance of dark humor yet, so SHE began to scream and beg for my life.
She wanted me, tears and all.
She still does.
Always more comfortable with a drawing pad or lost in a good book, she never failed to encourage my more “outward” pursuits. She schlepped me to Philadelphia from Buena, NJ to get my head shots taken. When I competed in the Miss Magic 103 radio contest, and belted out my Cher impressions for the world to hear, no one laughed louder. Before and after big events,she sends me handwritten cards or flowers. And when I’m blue? She reminds me that better days are coming. Usually in about two weeks, if you mark it on the calendar. In man respects, my sister Shirlee has been my guardian angel.
Shirlee DiBacco has always avoided the spotlight, yet has always helped my face find the sun.
And this past Friday night she made her acting debut!
Forever she has loved the play “Our Town” by Thornton Wilder. An “Our Town” groupie, she’s seen the play from New York to Hammonton numerous times. She quotes from the play, because to her, there’s a line from “Our Town” to fit any situation.
She tried to talk herself out of it, but couldn’t shake it. When she showed up, she practically recited an encyclopedic knowledge of the play. She would have paid the producers to give her a part.
No need. So captivated by her enthusiasm, she handily won the part of “Woman in the Balcony.” The woman with a movie star face who always took a back seat and applauded for everyone else is finally having her moment.
And I am so proud of her I could just burst.
I’m flying up to see her final matinee next Sunday, the 12th. And I am equally delighted that she (and my mom) picked our new Word of the Week!
I wonder what new things are right around the corner for us this week?
When TRUST has been broken, how do we avoid becoming hard and bitter?
I came face to face with this question this week as I suffered a disappointment regarding a new friendship.
Full disclosure, my friend was equally disappointed in me.
Two sides, neither willing to yield.
My stubbornness? Born of a newfound desire to not abdicate what I deem precious to make others’ comfortable. To value my soul enough to give it voice and not dismiss my feelings is THE point of my current journey.
Perhaps as I find the balance and rhythm of my new life, I will be more willing to yield, but for now, it is critical that I not.
Here’s why: Because I know that in yielding that first important thing can come a slippery slope of acquiescence; the path to losing myself again.
I refuse to.
And in my friend’s unwillingness to give my refusal space, there came a parting of the ways.
Here’s the kicker: I have written about my carefulness to engage in new friendships. When you have quality, beautiful people already in your life and you’re not needy, you have the luxury of being more discriminating about those whom you choose to spend time.
This person had checked off all the boxes that were important to me: Depth, kindness, spirituality, humor, self-awareness…and I let them in.
Then, the great impasse. The argument with no resolve. The parting of the ways.
One side of me says, “Why even bother? Who NEEDS this?!”
The other side knows that in each encounter are lessons to be learned.
That in the decision to “Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin'” comes the promise of disappointment, hope, pain, joy – the entire kaleidoscope of feelings.
I’d rather live and feel…even if the feelings are sad for a season.
So back to the question, “How do you avoid becoming HARD?”
The freshness of the disappointment was wrapped in a sense of innocence lost. Could I ever be so willing and open with someone new? Had I lost my capacity to try again? Would I become hard – or stay soft?
The answer sank into my heart and was a soothing balm to my soul:
“You stay soft when you put your trust in God, not in people.”
If I put my trust in people, I will always be disappointed. Because they are human! They are as flawed as I am. But to accept that the Universe is unfolding exactly as it ought; that some relationships are just for a season and that there are rich lessons to be gleaned from each one? That comforts me enough to put myself out there again. And again.
Then I hear the words to Kesha’s song “Rainbow”: “What’s left of my heart’s still made of gold…”
But in the dark, I realized this life is short
And deep down, I’m still a child
Playful eyes, wide and wild
I can’t lose hope, what’s left of my heart’s still made of gold
You’ll find a rainbow, rainbow, baby
Trust me, I know life is scary
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and play along with me tonight You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you
Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and paint the world with me tonight.
You can hear it here:
The rainbow was God’s promise that he would never send another flood that would destroy the world. Yes, there are floods…but they will not destroy you.
Keep living, my friends. Take the hits – and stay soft. What’s left of your heart’s still made of gold.
And now, my video take on the word TRUST and a new Word of the Week:
I met a stranger this week who turned out to be a sister.
It had been a particularly difficult day, with a myriad of work and personal matters mounting as they sometimes do.
My method of blowing off steam is to head to my evening Zumba class and jump around like a maniac to pounding music. Shaking up a storm and sweating always helps to re-set my frame of mind.
This particular class started late – at 7 PM – so it was close to 8:30 PM by the time I pulled into my parking garage at the apartment complex.
Frustrating! A space was (oddly) not available on my floor, so I had to go up another level. This had never happened before.
As I got out of the car, I saw a young woman heading to the car parked next to me.
It is always my practice to say hi to strangers, and as I did she said, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but I just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me.”
Then she fell into a puddle of tears, and I gathered her into my arms.
It didn’t matter that we were strangers. In an instant, we were sisters.
When her sobs subsided a bit, I asked where she was going. Fortunately, her mom lived close by – but I wasn’t confident that she was in a frame of mind to drive safely. So she handed over her keys and I got her to her mom’s (knowing Uber could easily get me home.)
During the drive she shared her heartbreaking story. Her intuition had told her something was off; he protested…then she discovered a series of salacious texts that confirmed her fears.
He held the financial power, so her only choice was to leave. I held her hand. I told her to feel her feelings (which is the lesson I have been learning.) “There’s no better place to be than with your mom, where you can have a good cry.”
The wound was too fresh to offer more than that…but I did sneak in my sister’s favorite line of comfort: “In a few weeks you’ll look back on today and feel completely differently.” Time has a way of healing wounds, or at least making them less pronounced.
We can sometimes even see that we dodged a bullet by not getting the thing that we wanted.
I held her hand, got her safely home – and marveled at the privilege of being there for her. It was a Divine hand that had provoked me to go to that late Zumba class and that had filled up all of the normal parking spaces, causing me to be at exactly the right place at the right time to meet a need.
I told her, “God really loves you. And just the way he took care of you tonight is how He will always provide.”
And in meeting her need, He met mine. How quickly the pesky matters of the day faded away when I saw a gentle soul hurting.
Really, isn’t this what life is all about? To love our fellow man…and woman. To act as a sister or a brother, even to a stranger?
More on Sister/Brotherhood and the new WOW:
TRUSTING that this week brings you peace, and smiles, and confirmations that “it’s all going to be okay.”
I am on a quest for self-acceptance – warts and all.
Concurrently, I’m becoming more and more clear about what I will NOT accept.
Unkindness. Disrespect. A callous disregard for my feelings. Injustices perpetrated against myself (or those I love.)
I’ve discovered a new fight in me! Brenda 2.0 is feisty! She’s not buying what you’re selling (unless it is anti-aging serum, of course!) and she’s not afraid to tell you want she wants.
Which means that some new friendships have a short shelf life.
I have become a careful observer of behaviors that previously slipped under the radar screen. For instance, I welcomed a new friend to town and invited her as my guest for lunch. The second time, knowing she was finding her footing, I took her to lunch again. The third time was coffee…and she didn’t even attempt to pay her way. The fourth visit – at her request – was another lunch. When the bill came, she made no moves to her own pocketbook.
Here’s the thing: I LOVE being generous. But I do not love feeling taken advantage of or taken for granted.
And it’s not just about money. Another new friend started a challenging position and was dealing with a host of nerves. Each time I saw her, I’d encourage her and ask how it was going. I delighted to hear about her progress and how what started as a source of angst had become a blessing.
When we recently ran into each other, an impromptu meeting turned into a half-hour conversation. A completely one-sided conversation; a running diatribe about her position, her boss and her sales.
Not once did she ask how I was. I don’t even think she knows what I do for a living!
I took a careful mental note.
Is it me, or is everyone completely self-consumed these days?
I used to be perfect fodder for narcissists because I was a captive audience with such self-esteem and acceptance issues, it never occurred to me that I was being bamboozled.
Now, we all fall into the trap of selfishness sometimes. I love my other new friend, who admitted that in a recent conversation I wasn’t allowed to get a word in edge-wise.
Yes, I left the conversation considering if we would ever have another – after all, this is NOT the phase of my life where I’m going to waste time on one-sided friendships.
Then he called to apologize for running away with the conversation.
The point isn’t being perfect, but it is being humble enough to see how our behavior affects each other.
What are YOU accepting that is beneath you? More on this (and the new WOW):
Oh, well let me praise my SISTERS and BROTHERS, because I am RICH with their love and kindness.
My real friends? We FIGHT over who will pay the bill. We always check in to see how each other is doing and usually have to be FORCED to talk about ourselves. These precious gems are fail -safe cheerleaders, humorists, supporters, confidants…and truly the family God has given me.
This week, I will not retreat into my ever-ready shell. I’m callin’ on you, sisters and brothers! I can’t do this life without you, nor would I want to try.
Who comes to mind when YOU think of a sister or brother of the heart?
Have you ever noticed how tension precedes release?
That’s probably why we shouldn’t freak out so much over stressful situations. They never last forever (though yes, it can FEEL like forever.)
Alternately, those moments in time where we sense liberty and benevolence from the universe? These, too, are fleeting little buggers.
In this week’s video, I talk about how completely sure I was that after my experience in Costa Rica, I would never feel tethered to the base feelings of life again. I was soaring! Floating!
And I was wrong.
Well, LIFE happens.
We don’t have the luxury (nor would we really want it) to escape to an island where other peoples’ drama can’t affect us; where the news reports can ‘t jolt us; where a bad tamale can’t give us indigestion.
Angst, upset, nausea and all the other feels are just part of the package of the human existence.
The key for me is what to DO with all those feels so they don’t bring me down for too long and I can get back to sweet release.
For me, the process involves sitting in my grandmother’s chair. I call it my thinking chair. Just the act of planting myself in that seat says, ‘It’s get real time, Brenda. Talk it out with yourself.”
And I do. And yes, I talk back.
I’ve learned that having regular conversations with my soul is not only not crazy, it helps keep the crazy at bay.
In these self-chats, I peel back the layers of falsehood that inevitably try to masquerade what’s REALLY going on.
Turns out, the Holy Spirit wasn’t just talking about my house.
My friend Anita joked with me that I’d come back from Costa Rica renouncing fine dining and eschewing my propensity for the Ritz Carlton, fake eyelashes and my tendencies for glamorous creature comforts. I emphatically countered that I was quite happy to savor the finer things in life and planned on continuing to do so. It’s how God made me. And, by the way, harrumph!
I protested too much.
Turns out, this week I was faced with an awareness that I had, indeed, become too focused on getting; that my psyche had been led down a path in which being “flush” equaled success. I bought the lie that I needed to “make up for lost time” and fill my coffers to ensure…that I was valid.
My circle only included people who could easily pick up the tab; who looked and sounded like me.
Then I met a man who has nothing. And I discovered that he is the richest person I know.
You’d never figure we’d make good friends. He is completely out of the mainstream and doesn’t even make small talk. He lives in senior affordable housing and has limited calling on his government-provided cell phone. We met in the airport on the way home from my Costa Rica trip, and I was struck by his jewelry, his colorful gypsy clothing, his self-possessed persona and aura of joy and peace.
Within moments of engaging in conversation, I discovered that he was a practicing Buddhist, and we engaged in a lovely conversation filled with the richness of spirit. I gave him my card, and he was kind enough to check that I made it home safely.
Over the course of just two weeks of texts and phone calls (limited, due to his limited minutes!) Roger Mayberry became an important person to me.
Then I got the call that he was in the hospital.
I visited my new friend and observed that within minutes of being admitted, he had charmed every person on his floor. Doctors, nurses, technicians, random passersby – they all couldn’t help but smile at his pure, childlike joy.
He says it himself, “I’m the richest poor man you’ll ever meet.”
When he first said that, I said, “Roger – stop defining yourself as a poor man!”
Yes, there is some truth to avoiding the sticky tape of speaking out words, for they have power.
However, it never occurred to me that being poor could ever be a good thing.
Stay with me on this, friends.
Roger is so not connected to the drumbeat of performance. He is not tethered to this life. He is an otherworldly creature; a student of the spirit who can talk and listen for hours…and you WANT to hear what he says. Further, when you speak, you feel HEARD.
Spending time with him has caused me to ask this question:
What ARE the true riches of life?
No, I’m not saying I’m taking a vow of poverty. However, I am conscious of a shift from the oh-so-seductive material world to the priceless beckoning of the Spirit.
These recent months have been, for me, devoted to not only self-discovery but also a quest for truth. Stripping away the veneer fear has built over the years has surprised me.
What a thing to realize that, at some point, I began to equate the car I drive and the bag I carry with my own self-worth.
Me! A self-professed spiritual person!
It broke my heart (in a good way) this week to see that I am being called to a new humility. Instead of the constant drumbeat to scale up and have more and better, I find myself drawn to a simpler life.
When I finally called it by name and acknowledged what was going on inside of me, I cried tears of release. Repentant is a turning from one thing to another. True repentance isn’t about beating yourself up; it’s simply an “Aha! I was wrong and now I can be right!”
This awakening to how I had veered on to a shallow path brought sweet release, because I know now I will not waste more time accumulating stuff.
The one with the most toys is NOT who wins.
People like Roger win. His bank account is overflowing where it matters most.
More on RELEASE and a beautiful new Word of the Week, coming right up:
By the way, the good news is Roger’s out of the hospital and on the mend.
Hooray! I intend to continue to plague him with questions and pick his brain and heart…all the while thanking him for shifting my view of life by his very existence.
This week, I want to ACCEPT people beyond face value. I want to ACCEPT what is and relax in the knowledge that the universe is unfolding exactly as it ought.
I ACCEPT that who I always thought I was may not be who I really am, and choose to release those old constructs born of fear and insecurity.
For many years I struggled with the concept of success and “getting what’s mine.”
For much of my 20’s and 30’s, I enviously observed other people achieving results, living exciting lives full of travel and material wealth and I longed for the same.
It seemed that there was a glass partition that I just couldn’t break through, keeping me from accessing life from the driver’s seat of the limo. This wasn’t a question in the back of my mind – it was in the FOREFRONT: “Why can’t I connect the dots? What am I missing?”
For as long as I’ve been me, I’ve wanted to live life to the fullest. Along the way, I got sidetracked and convinced myself that I could settle into mediocrity and still be happy.
Here’s the thing: the definition of mediocre is different for everyone. My idea of living high might be settling for you (and vice versa).
At our core, though, we know what we are capable of and what will make us fulfilled. If we fall short, the question “Why?” is a worthy one.
One day I had my breakthrough. The time I actually got an ANSWER to the question was on an ordinary day as I was driving home from work.
In my spirit, I heard, “You don’t really believe that there’s plenty to go around. You believe in the idea of abundance, but not as a reality for YOU. Do you truly believe that there is unlimited success, wealth, potential, blessing, resources available to you? Then start acting like it.”
My prayer life changed. I started THANKING God for provision. I started EXPECTING favor.
And my life took a major shift from scarcity to abundance – not just materially, but mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually.
Louis Vuitton handbags showed up in the mail (thank you, Shirlee.) I became an occasional guest at the Ritz-Carlton (thanks to my fairy godmother and father – you know who you are).
Yes, kindness and generosity flowed to me from amazing people.
And I even started to manifest some of my own miracles. Speaking engagements and freelance gigs flowed to me, including travel to places I’d always dreamed of going.
But the shining example of my new way of living life abundantly was my beautiful home in Sarasota. I’ve told you the story before, but it always held up as a high-water mark of proof that God loved me and wanted to give me the desires of my heart.
I wanted to live there forever. I would proclaim to anyone, “This is my dream house. I’ll spend the rest of my life here.”
Until faced with the decision to surrender it.
There was a critical point where I had to choose: Should I stay in the house of my dreams…or start living the LIFE of my dreams?
At my core I know that no matter how beautiful the home or breathtaking the pool and jacuzzi, I had no peace.
I once read a quote (paraphrased), “Your net worth will never be greater than your self-worth.” – Robin Sharma
Here’s a good one, too:
Once I “got” the lesson about abundance, the second round of revelation was wrapped around the question, “Would my STUFF define me?”
What we have can have US; it can lock us up in a prison (a very comfortable one, mind you), but it can suppress what should be an irrepressible spirit.
This is not to say that I have since renounced abundance. Hell no! Remember, I’m the girl who wore her false eyelashes to a spartan retreat in Costa Rica and who goes to the lobby of the RItz Carlton just to sniff it. (Really, it smells divine.)
But Brenda 2.0 is not beholden to any of the trappings of this life. Yes, they can be fun and the icing on the cake…but the cake is the peace in my heart, the love I have for myself and the respect I now give my tender soul.
I speak more about this in my closing thoughts on SURRENDER:
Here is what is so amazing and cool and miraculous about our new, never before received WOW, release: When I stood in those rushing waters in Costa Rica, I asked for a RELEASE of creativity. I asked for my laughter to be unleashed. (And a few other private things that also go along with this wonderful word.)
My friends, perhaps the universe is saying that on the other side of our surrender; if we’re willing to let go of what has held us captive; if we relinquish your fears and let the white flag wave on the life we THOUGHT was our dream come true – what awaits us all is RELEASE.
Woo-hoo! I’m doing a happy dance for all of us.
So now that I’ve told you mine, please tell me about your surrenders and releases. It makes this journey together all the more wonderful to share them.