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When the Universe Says, “Stop!”

My personality is more like the Energizer Bunny, so signs to stop working, moving and shaking, and cease and desist from busy-ness are often ignored.

These past few weeks, we’ve been focusing on balance, and release. These words from on high have nudged my soul. But not enough to cause me to stop the insane merry-go-round of activity that is my current life.

So, in the infinite wisdom that is greater than my own ill-advised but seemingly good intentions, I was sucker punched by the universe.

No “to-do” list is more powerful than a knockout bout with an upper respiratory infection.

It started on Sunday, when waking up felt like emerging from quicksand. But I had a plane to catch! I stared at the check-in screen, as I have many times before, and couldn’t for the life of me find my record locator. Like a child in kindergarten, I gazed at the American Airlines representative, handed over my license and said, “Please help.”

She did, thankfully. Probably wondering if I’d had a few drinks to pre-game my flight.

I still didn’t catch on that I was sick, though.

I don’t have time to be sick! I have BIG meetings over the next two days, a calendar project that is on deadline, a mom in assisted living who depends on me, and godknowswhatelse.

When I arrived at Kamp Kantor (how I refer to the the lovely home away from home when in town for work meetings), my benefactors Renee and Steve took one look at me and said, “Go to bed.”

Too feeble to argue, I did.

And awoke, feeling as if hit by a dump truck of sick.

Since the soundtrack that usually plays in my head when faced with obstacles is Taylor Swift’s “Shake it Off” I proceeded. Armed with a bag of Ricola cough drops and a boatload of resolve, I plowed through day one of meetings.

And promptly returned to Kamp Kantor to collapse.

The benevolent couple changed my flight to ensure that after Tuesday’s meetings, I’d go directly home.

The joy of working from home is that working sick means you won’t infect anyone else.

The challenge of working from home is that, when you should take a sick day, you still work.

Until you simply can’t anymore.

By Friday, I couldn’t ignore this nasty bug any longer. There I sat in the doctor’s waiting room for almost TWO HOURS for them to spend five minutes to prescribe me the antibiotic I needed.

Friday…Saturday…Sunday…all spent horizontal, binge-watching Downton Abbey.

It was bliss.

If not sucker-punched by sickness, I’d NEVER have taken the time to stop and simply rest.

And you know what was remarkable?

The world didn’t end. My mom was fine without me. Mark ate meals I didn’t cook. No crucial deadlines were missed. And I got to sob through the final season of Downton. Better late than never.

If you are getting signs to “stop” and instead, you keep going? You may be asking for Universe-induced break.

When it comes, enjoy it.

Now about this word RELEASE, have you ever considered changing the channel? There’s a big difference between giving up…and letting go:

https://youtu.be/GhCYEKpTazI

To our awakenings! (And our sleepings, too.)

xoxoxo
Brenda

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Don’t Milk the Bad Stuff

Please DO milk the good stuff in life. Make the most of a hearty laugh, savor that cold, creamy gelato, and allow a compliment to penetrate deeply into your soul.

The trap? It’s so easy to just fast forward through life, or push aside a tender moment as we move on to the next thing.

Life isn’t a race to the finish line.

Smelling the roses and chasing butterflies along the way make the journey rich. And the long way is often the scenic route!

However, should you scrape your hand on a thorn, or a frenemy slights you, or a seagull takes a #$%@ on your head, don’t milk THAT.

Moaning about what went wrong only amplifies it, underscores it, and energizes more of the same.

Just. Stop. It. (Preaching to myself, here.)

Sometimes it’s a habit. We get caught up in the drama of the thing gone wrong. We enjoy telling the story to the gasps and collective groans of our audiences. (Have you ever noticed that, just like the fish caught gets bigger with each re-telling, the drama around your negative story only grows every time you tell it?)

Those of us that believe in the law of attraction have learned it’s not what you WANT that you get – it’s what you FOCUS on that you get.

If you want more instability at work, keep milking it. Talk to all of your co-workers about how unsettled you feel. Play out your negative imaginations, leading to paranoia. Read into every possible slight and anticipate the worst possible outcome.

If you want a better work life, use that amazing imagination of yours and envision your best-case scenario. Play out that conversation with your boss until it’s pitch perfect. Take every positive encounter and fertilize your desired outcome.

Our word these past weeks has been honesty, and I’m all for calling things as what they are. To a point.

There comes a point where it’s far more effective to conceive of what is NOT as though it is.

That’s where you go from living under the circumstances to being truly meta-physical. On top of the physical; over it.

Milk the good stuff and more will come your way.

Naysayers might criticize and say you make too much of a thing.

Can you ever have too much of a good thing?

My musings on honesty and a new WOW, coming right up:

https://youtu.be/o8lDz4-wrV0

Don’t despise what’s happened in your life if you learned something from it!

Have a great couple of weeks…

xoxoxoxox

Brenda

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Enthusiasm is Childlike (and the New WOW)

With my enthusiasm level running on empty this week, and since I’m learning to take cues from my feelings, I encouraged myself to disengage from my regularly scheduled life.

My office looks out over the apartment pool, and I love seeing the palm trees sway and hearing the soothing drip of the water spray.

The office view – but on a cloudy day, the chairs are empty!

I look, but I never venture OUT there during the week.

I’m something of a machine when I’m in work mode, and I don’t take kindly to interruptions when the highlight for me is crossing off items from my “to-do” list.

It was lunch time, though, and I was weary. Nothing on that “to-do” list beckoned me.

So I broke from tradition, put on a swimsuit, grabbed a towel and sunglasses, and gave myself a half-hour to refresh.

Within five minutes, I was sound asleep.

Those of you who know me understand that I am a world-class napper, and can zonk out in even an upright position.

After what was about 15 minutes, I felt a tickle on my foot.

It was as gentle as a feather, and I didn’t awake with a start. No, it was more like a sleepy eye-opening that revealed the culprit.

The most adorable three year old boy in the history of forever.

I actually thought HE was a SHE at first, because his hair was halfway down his back, all black and curly. He was trying to get from his mom’s chaise lounge to his dad in the pool, and I was in the way.

So he held on to my foot to find his own footing.

When I looked at him, he just grinned.

I was in love.

I then observed him splashing with abandon, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Next, a family with four little blonde babies came strolling in.  Three were little girls with bows in their hair to match their swimsuits…and Jack.

Jack was ALL boy.

Once he was fully entrenched in his safety gear, he proceed to jump.  Up and down.  And up and down again.  Then into the pool, squealing with joy.

There was no second-guessing or self-conscious “Who’s looking at me and do I look/jump/sound okay?”

This was pure, childlike enthusiasm.

Jack flirted with me as he splashed around the pool, knowing he had me at hello with the mischievous glint in his eyes.

But he didn’t know how he affected my heart.

Oh, to return to that place of childlike glee!

Did I ever even have it?

I remember being so self-aware of my 100-pound self as a child, I don’t think I ever HAD a moment that I wasn’t self-conscious.

But my word of the weeks  – and my word for the entire YEAR is ENTHUSIASM.

And by George…or, by Jack – I want to be like a child in my approach to life.

Children were my teachers this week, as you can see and hear from this week’s video:

In the spirit of authenticity and NOT being self-conscious, I am less than a week away from my first-ever open-to-the-public event in Sarasota.  I have 80 seats to fill and think that three tickets have been sold.

GULP.

But whether there are three or three HUNDRED, I’m going to give it my all, with childlike enthusiasm.  If you are in the neighborhood on August 11th, please come!  Even better, make my day and secure your seat by visiting:  https://www.sarasotacenteroflight.com/event/running-on-empty-raise-your-vibration

Most of all, if you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance!

xoxoooox

Brenda

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A Good Soundtrack = A Happy Office

I am music lover, and you can’t pin me down to one genre.  I’m “All About That Bass” one minute and “The Lady is a Tramp” the next.

On karaoke nights, “It’s Not Unusual” to find me belting out Tom Jones followed up by my best Cher impression.  If it is an especially good night, Duane will accompany me as Sonny.

On this tour of my office, you’ve seen all my little inspirations and memories – but what’s the soundtrack?

On Friday afternoons when it’s close to quitting time, I switch Pandora to either “Stevie Wonder Radio” or “Bruno Mars.”  It’s the perfect “get my weekend groove on” music.

But when I am seriously attached to the computer screen and immersed in productivity mode, I go back to the islands…Maui, to be exact.

Several years ago my friend Anita and I took the trip of a lifetime to Maui, and one of our favorite excursions (after I recovered from the helicopter ride and zip-lining) was to the Saturday morning flea market.  This was no small event; it was ACRES of cool stuff, from potions to art, food to…wait…what’s that sound???

My ears perked up as I heard the most magical chords; it felt like heaven touched down and decided to mingle with us mere humans. 

Just like in the Pied Piper tale, I couldn’t help but follow the sound and it led to just one man, standing behind a table, playing his CDs.  He had this very chilled out demeanor, and angelic aura and a very unassuming manner as he whipped out his iPad and sold disc after disc.  I bought three:

Nadama CDs

I thought he was a local who was completely unaware of his amazing gift (and in sore need of a marketing guru to put him on the map.)

He is known simply as Nadama, and you need to hear him for yourself.

Turns out he’s doing just fine without a media mogul’s involvement.  I arrived home and turned on Pandora Spa…and there he was.

So, my FLUFFIs, if you need some chill background music or a soundtrack to accompany your meditation, enjoy some simply beautiful Nadama and bring a little Maui to your office.

What music helps you work – or prepares you for the weekend?

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