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Hey, Beautiful! (Yes, I’m Talking to YOU.)

I had a beautiful time a few months ago giving the keynote speech to 600+ librarians at the Michigan Library Association’s Annual Conference. The capacity crowd smiled, nodded and laughed throughout the presentation and when it ended I thought, “That was just beautiful.”

Why? Because I felt so alive, doing what I believe I was born to do. Encouraging others – and seeing that my words were hitting the mark? Talk about satisfying!

Until I saw the organization’s social media post featuring yours truly at an unposed moment.

I looked like the Michelin Man with three tires at the midsection. No joke.

I was horrified.

My beautiful experience had now been tainted by an un-Instagram-worthy moment. My only recourse? A) respectfully ask that they remove the post and B) start SOME kind diet, immediately.

Before those two action items came into focus, self-loathing kicked in. How could you let yourself gain so much weight? How could you deceive yourself for so long through loose clothing?

Then despair: “You know, you’re getting older. Maybe just give up on trying to avoid fat and eat the damn twinkies.”

But I’ve been proudly vain for 55 years. By God (and my Rodan and Fields eyelashes), I’m not about to give up on being hot now! (I vowed to myself.)

That was 22 pounds ago. Thank you, OptaVia, for being an eating plan that helped me jump start a healthier me.

I want to get to the place where self-loathing isn’t even in my wheelhouse; where I can – warts and all – look in the mirror and smile at myself.

This post isn’t about dieting as much as it is LOVING myself (yourself; ourselves) through every stage of life.

While my outer self got thinner these past few months, I’ve continued to focus on my inner me. Because that’s where beautiful begins for all of us.

Spending some quiet time – just 15 minutes – to APPRECIATE and stir up positive aspects is more powerful than any beauty serum. (I know; I’ve tried them all.)

When I’m thinking anxious thoughts, or feeling left out – maybe even a tad jealous – it’s like wearing a cloak of ugly. (Note to readers who may think otherwise: I do not fart sunshine and rainbows; I deal with the same petty stuff we all do on occasion.)

But when I take the time to set my soul in alignment with Source/God/Spirit – Who is ALWAYS loving me – I shine.

After a gloomy week of worrying about my mom’s health, my workload, my bank account. Oh, also my puppy dog, my ex-husband and pretty much everything (worry is like sticky tape; it attracts a bunch of cohorts to gang up on you) I made the decision to stop.

Worrying is simply thinking about what you DON’T want.

– ABRAHAM HICKS

Instead, I spent time that morning thinking about what I DO want. In fact, Mark and I were headed out to romp around Key West. Before we left the cottage, I announced five things that I wanted to happen that day.

With one block of our walk, a woman stopped her car in the middle of the street. She stuck her head out of the window and literally shouted, “You look so pretty! I love that dress.”

(One of the things I had asked for was a delightful encounter with a stranger.)

That was delightful – and I felt beautiful. Not just because someone shouted it from a car window (though how much fun was that???) But because I was thinking beautiful thoughts again.

Here are my parting thoughts on our recent word of the week, BEAUTY:

https://youtu.be/LyK9p0AUT6Y

Well, beautiful people – let’s wash those negative thoughts right out of our minds!

With much love,

Brenda

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Give YOURSELF A Christmas Present

As I was EXPLORING through my photos, I gave myself a present when I came across my most favorite Christmas photo of all:

Brenda and Santa handThat is one perfectly round face, isn’t it?  (And I’m not talking about Santa’s…)

There’s something so vulnerable about the look on my face.  It’s like, “I know I’m supposed to be happy but I’m actually terrified.  Let me try to put a fake smile on and give a hand wave.”

That hand wave looks more like the Supremes, “Stop, in the name of love” choreography (with a lot less pizazz.)

Enough commentary on the photo.  What I found myself thinking was what I would tell little me if I could have whispered in her ear.

Don’t be afraid little one.  Bad things happen but you’ll survive them all.

Laugh more.  Don’t worry so much.

It’s impossible to make everyone happy.  Just keep choosing love and it’ll all work out.

Hug your daddy really tight.

Embrace your smarts more than your looks (aka not boys more than books.)

Yes, you’re too sensitive.  But it’s also your superpower.  Never let someone talk you out of your gut.

Trust that God loves you.  All the time.  And your good or bad performance doesn’t change that.

Stick up for yourself.  It’s OK to be your own best advocate.

Smoking isn’t cool.  Drinking isn’t glamorous.  You are cool and glamorous without them both.

Don’t trade in your Camaro for a Hyundai Excel.

Don’t be so hard on yourself.  Be as nice to you as you are to others.

There’s a compassion that wells up in me when I see that little round face and chocolate eyes.  And I need to have more of that toward myself TODAY. 

There may be more lines and a different hair color, but the same little soul that sat on Santa’s lap is still me today.

Me n Santa 2015

What would you say to little you?  Why not write yourself a little love note as a holiday present to yourself?

For this week’s WOW, it’s actually a present you can give yourself.  Here we go!:

So what is the first word that came to mind when you saw the question mark?

Christmas hugs and kisses to all of you.  Enjoy every cookie!

Love,

Brenda

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