Let your blockages become the fuel for your journey.
Damn, this is some powerful thought right here. Watching Gabby tv (Gabrielle Bernstein, check her out), I’ve been introduced to some meditations for breaking down blocks. But this beauty up above came to me from Michael Singer and The Untethered Soul. Evolving spiritually means busting through blockages.
We have the choice: build the block higher or take them down. But how, do we begin to free ourselves from the weight of the walls?
- · Acknowledge. Be aware that something inside you needs to be released
- · Sit atop the seat of awareness. Watch it come in.
- · Let it pass. Now that you see it. Let it go Continue reading
Growing up in the world of sports and weight training, I’ve come to associate strength mainly with physical. But today it hit me that strength is more than that. Strength is not about the number of pull-ups you can do or the weight that you bench press. We let these numbers define who we are. We throw them out like they place value on our lives. We live by the number on the scale. If it goes up or down it makes us a different person. But in reality no matter the weight, we are the same person on the inside. Our thoughts can be the same. But we let the fluctuating number tell us what we are worth and how to feel. When are are in school, we live for the GPA. That number tells us how smart we, how successful we’ll be in the future, where we’ll go to school. We get so caught up in it and for what? Honestly I couldn’t tell you what my GPA in high school or college was and I was studious and all about showing how ‘smart’ I was. In the real world that number didn’t matter. Will it really matter when your 50 that you can go around saying once upon a time you could bench 300 pounds. Does it change you?
Passion matters. A drive and purpose fueling you into action. Like my quantum moment post, you create your job based on this passion. Strength is not a number. It isn’t being tough and not showing emotions. As I’ve begun to inch closer to my true self, my thoughts on these things have evolved. Today I began to redefine what strength means to mean (for every person it will be different).
Strength is being true to yourself. Being compassionate to others people, but also being unafraid to be yourself. To share what’s on your mind. To bold and honest. Honesty is one of the biggest strengths and something valuable.
Strength is confidence and belief in yourself. My most memorable lifts are ones when I finally let go in believed in my own power and abilities. When let go of the limiting thoughts and doubt.
Strength is being better, focusing on the good you can do today, not the tragedies of yesterday. The power of presence.
Strength is uncomfortable conversations. Talking to my mom about drinking is stronger than avoiding it and pretending it doesn’t exist because I don’t want to ‘hurt’ her or because confrontation makes me uncomfortable.
Strength is vulnerability. Dealing with shame and not hiding. Being exposed is strength. Letting people see you as you are. Crying and showing emotions is stronger, than holding it in so as not to be perceived as ‘weak’.
Strength is dancing for everyone to see, singing loudly and laughing jovially. Continue reading
The last couple of months I’ve really focused on self empowerment. In believing in your own greatness. Your own genius. To realize you are extraordinary. To live without boundaries and limitations. This week it really hit me how powerful it is to believe in others along the way and not just yourself.
We picked up my cousin Dane for the first time since Christmas. My uncle informs us how much better Dane has been. His school is improving, he has stopped cursing, he is getting along better with his siblings and step-mom, and even went to church with them. He has new glasses, new eyes. He has a new hair cut. He is on the up. Continue reading
I thought I was done with Deepak’s Spiritual Laws of Superheroes but in writing a post for super health, I realized their was something I’d like to share personally with myself and with you. What I liked was his take on image. Our self-image. When you look in the mirror what do you see? Do you love what you see? Do you love the person you see? Are you wishing for something else? What Chopra pointed out is that the image is so much more than the physical image we take a picture of. It is constantly changing. Bones and tissues are being repaired and replaced for example. We are not just what we see in our reflection:
You are all the personal moments and memories of your history that have Continue reading
Create: my thought of the moment. With the holidays and last month’s work challenge to post a recipe a day, I realized the importance of being creative. When we moved to Colorado I discovered my passion for it. For making anything with my hands. Of having a vision come to life before my eyes. Whether it was painting and transforming a building, or putting together a brochure or drawing a picture or sewing a scarf or cooking, I like making things with my own two hands. During the holidays spending time in the kitchen and sewing scarves I realized the power to create comes in believing. Believing in the vision. Believing in your skills. Believing you are the best sewer. The best baker. To put forth my best work I had to believe I could do it.
Now it is the new year. A time signifying new chapters, new beginnings. In previous years I would have clichly bucked resolution out of an unwillingness to be conventional. I lost the meaning. This new year is a mark. A sign to reflect back. How was this last year? What did I like? Continue reading
In the midst of serious thought, in constant life consumption, you need to hit a life pause button and pound the record play button. Play a tune. Let it fill you. Let it extend and radiate through and from you. Let it out. DANCE. Express yourself. SING. Perform. Be silly. Share it with others. Laugh at yourself. Lose yourself. Be apart of the holiday spirit. Be aware of your surrounding. Of the surrounding joy. The comfort of familiarity. Of love. Of family. Of friends. Of giving. Of time. Of giving time. Of being present in the moment. In only feeling right NOW. Have fun and BE with the ones you’re with at this time. Continue reading
Excuse #1: It will be difficult.
My mother is a great cheerleader. She loves me as is. Believes in me in my doubting moments. Let’s me live my life with minimal interference (hello she let me take off across the country by myself to couch surf). Occasionally though she has that parental tick to take worry about me. Mom I’m moving into a shed. Although she did come back hours later and say she was wrong to give an opinion, she initially doubted my survival. It will be hard. Wednesday morning was task was to butcher two deer. I’ve Continue reading
Excuse: I’m too old (I’m too young).
Granted my friends are dreading turning 25 and Tab jokes she’s now middle-aged (she’s only going to be 50 because my nonchalant adventurous attitude stresses her out) and I am the only one excited to hit the quarter century mark. I have a hard time correlating this excuse, I’m in the prime of my life. If I continue to take care of myself I could live at least another 100 years (granted no accidents), I feel like I am in the infancy of my potential and of my life. But when I think of being old, I think Continue reading
Excuse #18: I’m too scared
As a recovering scaredy cat I identify with this excuse. For me the world was one big scary place. I was afraid. I was scared of height. Of the dark. Of small spaces. Of spiders. Of being judged. Of myself. Of being myself. Hell I was virtually scared of my own shadow. I created these thoughts. I abused my imagination to invent a reality and environment full of anxiety, worry, fear, and terror. I, me Brittany, made the world a scary place. Granted now I tend to get slack for being to innocent minded (admittedly I could be a little more prepared thought), hiking and traveling on my own. But I am done living in fear. I am done not living. I am done focusing on doom and gloom. I am done fearing being out of control, of dying, of not knowing. I walk by myself because it makes me feel alive. I am not going to let being scared, hold me back to merely existing. Continue reading
Excuse #9: It has never happened before.
I have never stood on my hands. I can’t. I told these things because I’d never done it before. I grew up assuming then I it couldn’t happen because it had never happened. It’s kind of like when a child says they don’t tuna, even though they have never eaten it. If you’ve never tried, how do you know the outcome? Continue reading