Are there things in your life you want to change? Habits you want to break? Is there a better you inside wanting to break free? Well do it! I have been a 30 day hussy lately. What is 30 Days? Give it a try. You can commit a month of your life to actually make some changes. I can’t tell you not only the sense of accomplishment I get from finishing what I started and what I’ve said I’m going to do. But really the big pay off is how much better I become. How much closer I get to my true self. Rubbing shoulders with a centered, balanced version of myself.
It is not about being perfect during those 30 Days. It is taking daily steps towards a bigger goal and dream. Some days are better than others, but you keep going until the end. Each morning lay out your intentions, and rock. Become a more radical version of yourself.
I wanted to kick the caffeine addiction, now I am two weeks in and clear-headed. I have Continue reading
This week as I’ve dug deep and committed to creating the vision book of my dreams, I had to ask myself: what is success to me? What does a well-lived for life look like? As I began to focus on what is important to me, I realize how much this definition has changed. The book is an idea of what I see for my life, something to manifest while I live in the moment. Along the way there will be trials and different trails and I will fall down (I hope to, that’s when I learn the most). But what matters on this journey is my mindset.
What success means to me:
Living passionately. Loving all the people surrounding me. Living without judgement. Forgiving in a moment rather than being hostile. To let go. To hug, laugh, smile, and radiate positive energy. Be thankful for the those surrounding me. Loving what I do. Live my purpose full of passion, in an environment that let’s me be creative and stay inspired. Staying true to who I am and my vision. Letting my passion benefit and serve others.
To see the world, in the sense of seeing constantly with new eyes. To see beauty in everyone. To find beauty in the ordinary of everyday. To look upon life as a gorgeous vision that I get to participate in daily. Continue reading
Om Bhavam Namah
I am absolute existence. I am a field of all possibilities.
Today I woke up to a bonus meditation and a bonus mantra. This is is! Imagine how it would be to live life feeling and believing this? To think that you are a machine for possibility. Imagine who you could be. Imagine what you could do. Imagine how others would feel around you. What if instead of focusing on our our potential limitations, we saw the world and ourselves as full of possibilities. Possible geniuses, artists, writer, actors, lovers. How rich would the world be if we believed in our (and others) full potential? What could we accomplish is we let ourselves become our highest selves. If we followed our dreams and lived our intentions?
What if we radiated this to others? What if we empowered them with this feeling like we have? Focusing on the positives. Taking time to center and connect with ourselves. If we sought balance. If we reached for peace rather than striking up a fight. If we threw out forgiveness rather than spiteful words. If we came a gentle loving hug rather not hiding from an uncomfortable conversation. If we gave out compliments and warm smiles, rather than judgement. Continue reading
Excuse #15: I don’t have the energy.
This excuse I definitely see as a limited thought. As an enthusiastic individual that wakes up and hits the ground running ready to face the day and live a little, a ‘lack’ of energy is a waste of breathe, time, and living potential.
Food: we believe that food gives us energy. Notice believe here? Anyways, most of us burn off sugars and carbohydrates and we experience highs and lows throughout the day because we have to keep in taking sugars to fuel our bodies. I am a fat-burner. I run off fat. It’s constant and when I burn through my ingested fat intake, it takes from the fat on my body. I believe this. My energy is even, there are no ups and downs. My muscle tissue stays Continue reading
As only I seem do, I am going to take the Olympics as another lesson to be learned in this crazy scheme of life that I contemplate so zealously on this site. Olympics and sports have always held me captive. For two weeks every two years (I love the winter Olympics just as much as the summer games) I sacrifice my life and give myself over to full sports dedication. I love the nostalgia and history (Jim Thorpe is probably my favorite Olympian ever or Paavo Nurmi in case you were wondering). But going into this London this year with my different mind-set I have another perspective. Social media has shown London mania is in full tilt, with celebrities and all getting involved. What is it that draws us to the Games? Of course there is the obvious drive of unity. Of supporting our nations and living vicariously through our athletes. As part of my One Love beliefs I don’t really see in nations anymore. It’s about seeing myself in each athlete and what identifies them with me. It’s not a matter of who wins or loses; I can support any player, from any world. Which is what I think is the purpose of the game, a type of world unity. To learn about other cultures, where people may have a different lifestyle and upbringing, but we’re still able to relate. Figuratively shrinking the world.
What I think I’ve realized most, though, with athletes and our pulls towards them is that they exemplify our highest versions of ourselves. We so often talk about doing things and want to be dedicated, but we let fear get in our ways so that we never reach our dreams. That’s where they stay in our unreachable fantasies, part of our self-inflicted limitations. Athletes seem to dwell not only as physical specimens that we idolize, but as fearless. Sacrificing for optimum health, willpower, and training and discipline to get things accomplished. We want this. We want to be healthy. We want to do the things we love. We want to set goals and achieve them. We love the underdog coming from nothing to rise to the top. Like somehow they exemplify our story, like they are playing out our life. I think it’s great that we feel we can relate and see ourselves in these athletes and yes afterwards kids across the nation (or even us) will set off in aspirations to be the next Michael Phelps, but how long will it last? How long do we stay with our hobbies? How long do we pursue our goals? Right after the Hunger Games archery went up, but how long does it lasts? Athletes represent the drive and the dream, which we are afraid to embrace. We can’t do that: I don’t have enough time, I don’t have enough money, I don’t have anywhere to train, I’m not athletic, I’m slow, and so on goes the limiting factors. So the Olympics and its Continue reading
It’s amazing how sometimes things in life just click. The other day I woke up and it clicked: Brittany sometimes you think to much, you think too much about what others are thinking. Stop being silly and just BE, be happy and move on. Therefore I wrote this post for my work blog sounding off on body image, but I liked it, so I thought I’d put it here as well!
Warning: this post is part inspiration part MY thoughts and MY observations, not everyone has to agree with them (it’s been awhile since I did a motivational post so I think it’s ok to throw one in occasionally). They are my own reflections. I love my job because I am fascinated by the human body because I want to serve people because I want the world to be healthier because I think we can change our futures by changing the way we eat because I want people to live long healthy lives and not worry about the ‘risk’ of disease. What I don’t like and what I struggle with sometimes is this obsession with image. I view health as a feeling Continue reading
Found this the other day and it made me stop and think for a moment. Yesterday I woke to a sunny day and decided to go to Turkey Run for the third weekend in a row. As I was driving through the Indiana countryside this once again popped into my head. I’ve been thinking that I need to get away to take a trip, but as I’m driving I think of what a ridiculous idea that is, when where I am is so right. Indiana is perfection right. Yesterday was sunny, but just cool enough, for the perfect temperature. It was green everywhere I looked, plus the blossoming trees added sparks of purples and whites. As I was hiking wild flowers blossomed in purples and whites as well, but this week there were added red ones. As I drove, listening and belting out my Celine Dion, I thought that happiness is right here where I am and it’s like the Thoreau quote that I frequently remind myself of:
It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see
When I looked around yesterday, it seriously took my breath away. Driving, I decided that I was going to try to find Shade’s State Park. I didn’t have a map and refused to use the navigation on my phone, so needless to say I was lost. I notice that usual anxious feelings would come creeping up, but I would again remind myself of another Thoreau quote:
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video to go with Choose your Mood Post
Kind of at a loss for words from yesterday. As I hiked and went for a bike ride with my mom and Angelica, I focused on living in awe and taking it all in. Turkey Run is my favorite park and these pics are from there; probably the best park in Indiana. Love this quote that I found in, of course, a Dr. Wayne Dyer book:
Shift to a state of awe and bewilderment as you appreciate the beauty that’s in all people and all things. Stop your habitual way of noticing what you don’t like and instead look hard and deliberately for what you find pleasing.
Love life, be in awe!
BE, Love, Illuminate,
Extraordinary, extraordinary, extraordinary; this word has been racing through my mind as I’ve been journeying into Dr. Dyer’s Wishes Fulfilled. As this weekend began I set off to discover just what it is like to lead an extraordinary life is like and to catalog and ponder upon it here. So set out with “What do extraordinary people do?” imprinted on my hand and a new-mind set. So put on your heart-shaped glasses and travel along with me. It began Saturday with me and mom whisking my nephews away from my sister to take them to the park to run up the hill. As they giggle and topple their way down the hill, with Trenton’s curly hair proceeding his legs, I can’t help but laugh and feel light-hearted. How lucky am I be here? To have these Continue reading