You’ve got all of the qualifications, abilities, talents, and instincts to do you incredibly well.
In fact, no one can do you better than you.
Further, no one has a CLUE how to do or be you better than you.
So stick with your instincts.
In my youth, I so easily and willingly abdicated my free will to the will (and whims) of others. So hungry for approval and so unsure of how to make my way in this world, a mere suggestion would change my course.
These were not usually fatal or egregious turns in the road, but they did make life more like a crazy dotted line in a Family Circle cartoon.
The problem with so easily deferring? When you encounter toxic people who do not have your best interests at heart (only their own).
You end up silencing your beautiful intuition. Courses of action are chosen that actually hurt you on the inside. You decide that your own feelings must be liars, rendering you out of touch with your emotional guidance system.
How grateful I am for the day when I said, “Enough!”
The great thing about life is that the truth always rises to the top, even though sometimes it has to hit you over the head to wake you out of the fog.
You will always hear whispers that question your dreams and capabilities. Most times, these voices aren’t from the peanut gallery. They’re your worst, familiar fears rising up to choke your creativity and stop you in your tracks.
Don’t waste time and energy wrestling them to the ground.
Ignore them long enough and they’ll dissipate, just like the Wicked Witch of the West when splashed with water in the Wizard of Oz.
I know, the temptation is to dig deep and try and figure out what’s wrong with you.
There’s nothing wrong with you.
You are exactly right. You are perfect, as is. And you are more than enough for any task or wish your heart could hope for.
Now stop questioning yourself and get back to believing.
When someone throws the big-time sell at you, don’t ignore your internal GPS truth system.
I recall sitting at a kitchen table with an earnest couple who gave me the sales pitch of a lifetime about how joining their church would ensure I’d fulfill God’s purpose for my life.
They persistently pounded on the need to be planted, despite my dreams of travel. My television career was in its infancy, and in TV, you couldn’t stay put in the Delaware Valley (one of the top markets in the country) and gain the experience you needed to rise through the ranks.
The thought of moving to Lima, Ohio to hone my craft…and then to a middle market and finally, a big city – maybe even back home to Philly – thrilled me. This was the path I knew led to my desired outcome: A successful career in broadcast journalism.
And I was being told; being SOLD, that staying put was what GOD wanted.
I remember sloppy tears streaming down my face and crying, “But why would God want something for me that I DON’T want?”
“Ah,” they said. “That’s the voice of rebellion trying to talk you out of the will of God.”
Since when do you have to sell someone on the will of God?
Still, not wanting to rebel against God, I acquiesced.
Fourteen years later, this “church” revealed to be a cult, and over the course of those fourteen years I had the very life sucked out of me. Each “sell” involved me taking action counter to my God-given instincts.
Any resistant truth I haltingly uttered resulted in ME as the guilty party for daring to question authority. Chastised for wanting some semblance of normalcy (like, say, dating, establishing credit or having medical benefits), giving credence to my feelings signaled carnality.
Feelings, they said, were liars. Only the spiritually weak listened to feelings.
This was the master stroke of control that made me a walking zombie. I could quote any scripture for any situation, but I had lost the ability to think for myself. Why? Because when I dared to do so, it resulted in “counseling” and threats of disqualification for the ministry.
I often wonder if an alternative universe exists in which I left that table and listened to my heart. Who might I be today?
Fortunately, I believe everything is always working out for me and boy has it. To this day, the dearest people in my life are those that I met in the cult. Those I escaped with are the kind and tender friends who helped me find my mind again. But it took YEARS; even another fourteen, to fully understand the danger of suppressing my internal emotional guidance system: my feelings.
To realize that if it doesn’t feel good, it isn’t in alignment with that which is Divine.
Jesus doesn’t want or need me to suffer for him to prove my love.
And the truth sets you free.
I own my part in the charade because I abdicated my ability to choose for my life. At first, I thought they were more spiritual and would know better than me how I should serve God. Later, I acquiesced mostly just to stay out of their counseling offices where the most vile twisting of truth would render me full of self-loathing and confusion.
The good news is that truth won. It never fails to rise to the top and it will win the day.
And when you truly are flowing with the Divine, there’s no such thing as lost time.
We are eternal beings. And we’ve only just begun.
My parting thoughts on TRUTH and a double whammy WOW:
This past couple of weeks I’ve been studying a subject about which I truly need knowledge.
I liken to process to pulling a thread from a sweater and watching it unravel. Just when I complete one webinar on the topic, it ends up raising ten other questions needing answers. Which results in signing up for another five webinars, all of which end in a sales pitch with the goal to get my credit card out and sign up for their advanced courses.
I’m gaining knowledge, yes.
But I want to make the leap to UNDERSTANDING. Until that bridge is crossed, information is simply overwhelming.
When facts and knowledge overload my mind, I stop feeling the joy and excitement of the original idea. It doesn’t feel good.
My original idea (brilliant, but requiring knowledge to execute) literally descended on me as I was walking on the pretty Ringling Bridge on Memorial Day morning. It dropped into my mind like a gift. Without angst! Without even trying! Inspiration filled my heart and ideas flowed. Doors opened; resources came to me like a moth to a flame.
You know that feeling when you know you’re on to something? At that beautiful stage when you haven’t tried to figure out HOW it’ll get done – you just have a clear vision of its awesomeness upon completion?
Maintaining that initial vibe while filling in the gaps of knowledge has been the challenge.
Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE to learn. But even more, I love to ACT. And until understanding comes, I don’t have a green light in my heart to take action.
Understanding is the green light in your heart that says, “Aha! You’ve got it. Go for it.”
Understanding is also the red light in your heart that whispers, “Don’t you dare get out that credit card.”
This past year has all been about allowing myself to feel my feelings and learning to NEVER underestimate them. Our feelings are guideposts, indicating our connection (or lack of) connection to SOURCE (God, Spirit, The Force – however you wish to refer to the Divine.)
Or as they said in the 60’s, “If it feels good, do it.”
The completed vision? Feels amazing.
It’s the ruminating on the gaps between start and finish that try to trip us up.
Many of us dream dreams, but we focus on how far from manifesting they seem.
We seek relationships or financial freedom or weight loss, and we mull over how elusive these desires appear to be.
All of which only focuses on the LACK. And what you focus on is what you (and I) ATTRACT.
In other words, keep complaining about it, and you’ll keep having it (or not having it.)
So what do we do because we DO need to fill in those gaps?
What’s working for me is to stay on the path of least resistance.
When it stops flowing, I stop going.
When I hit a brick wall in progress, I distract myself with something entirely different – something that reignites my joy level. It could be an episode of Shark Tank (I’m obsessed) or watching Amy Sedaris’ Instagram videos (also obsessed). America’s Got Talent never fails to bring a heartfelt tear to my eyes. And a good mani/pedi is another great distraction.
The dream WILL be accomplished; the gaps filled in. But I refuse to worry about the HOW.
Why? Because my overriding UNDERSTANDING is this: God does not put a dream in our heart for it to be frustrated. It is a seed that we must tend to with love. And for it to spring forth and bear fruit, we must nurture OURSELVES.
If you feel overwhelmed or sad or just a little off about your particular dream, wish, or want, distract yourself with something lovely. Conjure up in your imagination the feelings of how wonderful that elusive thing will be while counting your blessings about the right here right now.
Stay in a happy place.
Doing so will keep you in a receptive mode for more serendipitous encounters with creativity, people and other miracles.
More thoughts on UNDERSTANDING, provoked by the recent and tragic suicides of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain…and the new WOW, comin’ right up!
OMG – that just confirms it. Keep that vibe high! Celebrate like it’s already happened. Don’t apologize for your joyful exuberance!
I’m excited for all of us to delight in this wonderful word that invites us to fan the flame of every happy feeling.
There are a few songs that bring out the fight in me when I’m feeling down.
The theme from Rocky always does it for me. Bill Conti’s horns always make we want to jump up and down on the couch with my arms raised in the victory pose.
Then there’s that “I get knocked down, but I get up again” song by Chumbawamba. Its actual title is Tubthumping, but I never understood that (or most of the other words.) However, that fighter’s chorus just gets my blood thumping. (Or rather, “tubthumping?)
Our Word of the Week was WILLINGNESS and the truth is, sometimes I get knocked down and I DO NOT WANT to get up again.
I want to slink into the bedroom with a vat of pistachio gelato, curl under the covers and hibernate for at least a few days. No phone calls; no texts: I “vant to be alone” in full-on Greta Garbo mode.
That’s how I felt when I lost the final round of my Toastmaster’s Humorous Speech competition last fall. I had won the club, area, and district competitions and gave what I felt was my best-ever performance at the BIG finale.
And I didn’t even place.
I smiled through the excruciatingly long awards ceremony, wanting to appear to be the good sport that I hoped I would be.
But I was mad. And I felt robbed.
I swore I would never grace another Toastmasters’ speech competition with my presence and even considered quitting the organization altogether.
No, I am not 9 years old, but I was acting as if.
When the dust settled, I remembered why I got involved with Toastmasters in the first place. I wanted to compete and perfect my craft; I wanted feedback and a track to run on to pursue my dreams.
When you feel like quitting, friends, go back to your “Why?”
Your why is the fuel that will take your legs up to the top of the Art Museum.
Your why makes you willing to try again.
As I write this, I am preparing for a Saturday competition in which I will deliver “How To Fertilize Your Life” – the speech I wrote about a few weeks ago.
Yes, I want to win. But more than that – I want to inspire the crowd assembling at the Gulf Gate Library on a Saturday afternoon. I want to give them something to take with them that will encourage them to kiss their spouses, say thank you to a co-worker or compliment a stranger.
Oh, and yes, I want to win.
My dream is HUGE. I want to be the Toastmasters International Public Speaking Champion. Which means, if I am fortunate enough to win at Gulf Gate this Saturday, I’ve got several layers of the candy cane forest to travel through to get to my destination.
One step at a time, right?
Here’s the thing: We all get hurt. Some wounds are minor bumps and bruises, like losing a speech competition.
Some are more profound, like finding out a church was really a cult and saying, “I’ll never darken the door of another church again.”
My nevers, however, are usually wrapped up in fear. Today I find myself attending a sweet little Center of Light with Mark every Sunday morning and finding joy in the ritual of a spiritual community.
Willingness is not only a trademark of resilience but also of saying YES to life itself.
Let’s not let our failed marriages keep us from being open to love.
Let us try yet again when we fall flat on our faces…
…and not let the past dictate our futures.
We so often wall ourselves up to protect from future disappointments, but then I remember that with every disappointment has come loving comfort by friends who have wooed me back to health. And whattya know, I’m up again and back in the fight.
More on willingness here…and I’ll keep you posted on Facebook about the competition!
Hefty doses of self-acceptance to all of us (no matter HOW the judges rule.)
I am in love with waiting patiently these days, because I have found the POWER in this space in time.
The waiting period between now and a dream actualized gives us time to PREPARE for the moment.
Mohammed Ali put on those boxing gloves long before his first fight. Oprah Winfrey practiced speaking as a little girl, long before the cameras were rolling. And everything you (and I) are doing right now is preparing us for OUR moment.
My recent attendance at an Abraham Hicks workshop reminded me that waiting is a juicy time.
Before I can see it, smell it, taste it or touch it, I can ENJOY it.
I see the lines of smiling people as I sign my books. The light on my face is warm, as I encourage a standing room only audience to love themselves in a dark auditorium. I can taste the salt in the air at the yellow house on Casey Key with a writing room that overlooks the Gulf of Mexico.
Yesterday morning, I even saw the sunflowers on the windowsill as white curtains billow through the kitchen on a sea breeze.
It’s PALPABLE! And not complicated.
Complication enters when I entertain conflicting thoughts on the same topic.
When I meditate on the details and how-to’s and uh-ohs, my power stance putters.
When I meditate on what is being created, it jazzes me so much I could levitate. It fills my faith tank so fully that I’ve got too much readiness to believe the bad.
What a thing to NOT to feel guilty about what the world deems important. (Note to Mom: No, that doesn’t mean I’ll stop being responsible. I will continue to work hard, pay my bills, remember peoples’ birthdays and to eat my vegetables.)
What I am learning, rather, is to not give attention to the squeakiest wheel and instead give focus to my INNER BEING.
My life – your life – is a petri dish. We establish (or not) a vibrational ecosystem that supports (or not) what we desire.
What is manifesting (or not) is what is dominant in our thoughts. Thoughts become THINGS.
“If you are not realizing movement on a topic, this influence of your inner being is being dominated by opposing thought.” – Abraham Hicks
What? You mean I’m hamstringing my own progress by entertaining opposing thoughts?
I thought I was just being practical!
Instead, I choose to be impractical and simultaneously psyched about the pipeline and its contents. THAT is where the fun is!
And SATISFACTION – right here and now, while you are “waiting” is proof that you are in alignment with SOURCE, God, the Universe, or however you wish to describe the Almighty Power that created ALL of this.
Find as many ways to feel as good as you can feel.
Worry is not how you love people, least of all yourself. Worry is clutter and resistance to that which we seek to manifest.
So what do I do today?
What inspires me.
My inner being (just like curling in the Olympics) creates a path of least resistance to my dream (which shall be referred to as REALITY from now on) as I chip away at little pieces through inspiration.
Find the POWER as you patiently wait. Don’t wait in loss or longing or lack. Wait in joyful anticipation. Enjoy it BEFORE it shows up in the physical.
And know that for this very thing; this moment in time, you exist. The spark of Divine put inside of you the desire to create this very thing – not to frustrate you! No! To give you a juicy vision, full of vitality and friskiness, as the cake bakes in the oven.
Who knew patience carried with it such power? Here are my parting thoughts and the new WOW:
The carol goes, “Let your heart BE light…” but I’m flipping it to “Let your heart DE-light” in honor of our recent Word of the Week.
There’s nothing like treats in the mail (instead of bills) to delight your heart, and my cup ran over with jelly and jam joy with this package from my Aunt Joan upon my return to Sarasota:
Aunt Joan gets regular shout outs on this blog for her constant love and support. However, she will be scolded this week for totally blowing any semblance of my diet with her amazing “What are they called?” fruity, crumbly cookies.
I ate them all.
But the pièce de résistance of her over-the-top gift package was the silver cuff that sits atop the jams in the above photo, engraved with these words:
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.
How true! I started 2017 with the intention that it would be an “annus mirabilis” or “year of miracles.” It was all that and a bag of chips, but the road was forged with grit and tears, hopes and fears marked by bold and brave moves that surprised even myself.
When the dust settled, I marveled at the complete and utter paradigm shift that had occurred.
My life had been completely upended, purposefully.
It was HARD. Detoxing from Zoloft, settling into a single person’s life, finding a new rhythm and learning to love me, myself and I was a journey as jungle-like as my trek to Costa Rica.
My expectation was that I’d navigate this new way of life for a few years and then, maybe, someone might come along that I’d like enough to spend time with.
The universe had other plans, and now I find myself in love with a guy who wants to sit and map out our intentions together for 2018.
If I’m dreaming, please, nobody wake me up.
That’s not to say violins are playing and I have stardust in my eyes. Life is real and relationships are the best opportunity to put to work all the spiritual truths collected over the course of a lifetime.
Here’s the kicker: This is a man who laughs. Alot.
He laughs when I get all wonked out about imaginary fears. When I spill the soup all over the counter and miss the bowl, he chuckles. I trekked him through an entire parking garage at the airport until I realized we were in the WRONG garage.
At every turn, I’m braced for the blow; the harsh, eye-rolling, “Brenda!” tinged with exasperation.
Yet the blow never comes.
Every time I get all heavy, Mark Roach gets all LIGHT. And not in a diminishing or condescending way. He just thinks that life is too precious to get all riled up about insignificant stuff.
These kind responses are healing another layer of my heart so bruised from being so darned hard on myself for far too long.
If you ever struggle with giving yourself a break, my closing thoughts on delight will hopefully encourage your heart. Plus, we have a fantastic new Word of the Week (and Word of the YEAR!):
What do you want to be?
WHO do you want to be?
What do you want to become?
Where do you want to live?
What do you want to do?
These questions that I posed extemporaneously in this week’s video are the very ones I am asking myself as I head into 2018. I hope you will ask yourself the same and we can begin INTENTIONALLY our year of TRANSFORMATION.
Sometimes life hits you with a surprise and it feels like a dream.
My friends, this is my story – and it is a very happy one.
As you know, my marriage ended in 2017 and my goal was simply for PEACE; to rediscover Brenda and reclaim her joy. I wanted to become whole, authentic and to carve out a life that made space for my dreams, gave Spirit free reign and brought healing to my heart.
In none of the above-listed equations was a man-component envisioned.
The love story I was working on was the one with MYSELF.
Who knew that this very emphasis would unlock the door to meeting someone special?
It was QUITE a surprise.
But before we get to the good part, there were plenty of entertaining detours!
For months, friends encouraged me to “get back out there”…but I didn’t want to. I just wanted to enjoy my peaceful apartment, go to Toastmasters meetings, dance at Zumba, hang at he CitySide lobby with my new friends and read good books in solitude.
I did all of that, but then I got a little bit lonely.
My friends, Larry and Brian, scolded me. “It’s 2017, Brenda! You need an online dating profile!”
Brian gently suggested that I open my mind; that I could be selective and set my boundaries. That I could swipe and delete and be in control of the experience…and that I should at least TRY.
After some resistance, I became WordGirl22 on Our Time, Zoosk, and Plenty of Fish.
A series of painfully wrong dates ensued – one with a man that demanded that I “twirl for him” so he could see my physique.
I did not twirl.
After a week of thinking there were actually only tin cans instead of good catches in the fishing pool, I disgustedly looked through the latest photo gallery of candidates hitting “No…no…no…no…”
…but then, out of nowhere, “Hmmmmmm…..”
He had dimples. I’ve always been a sucker for dimples.
Boldly, I wrote, “Nice dimples.”
And the rest is history.
The dimples were attached to a lovely man named Mark who has become my best friend and has made this holiday season both merry and bright.
I felt the need to share this with you because you have been with me for the lows, and I wanted to give equal time to the highs. Plus, some of you have seen me posing with a handsome man on Facebook and “Inquiring minds want to know!”
So now you know. My smile is higher wattage and the exercise of building a relationship is putting into practice all the internal spiritual lessons and healing I have sought this year.
What a happy surprise!
And an encouragement to all of you that, whatever pain you may have faced this year – on the other side of it is a gift that you could never have experienced any other way.
May yours show up soon! (And when it does, please tell me about it!)
In the meantime, I talk about my supportive friend Kevin in this week’s video, and have for us all a perfectly DELIGHTFUL new Word of the Week:
Kevin is just one of the friends that turned my year from traumatic to tremendous. Thanks, little brother!
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!
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?
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.