Seperation of Mind and Body

Always up for a challenge, when asked if I want to climb Pikes Peak, what is my response? Hell yes! Is there really a need to ask. Never one for vacations, of laying and drinking iby the beach, I’d much rather be sweating it out on a 12 plus mile hike up a 14,000 foot elevation. So I find myself staring up the Barr Trail, backpack strapped on, my parents flanking me on both sides, barefoot shoes and an itch for adventure all present at 8:30 am. Initially we face a heavy load of traffic running down the mountainside for the first few miles. But I’m not one to complain, especially when a majority are bare-chested tattooed guys! As we push further we find ourselves apart of a smaller group of summit climbers. After a while, though, I decide to put my headphones on, which my father doesn’t want to hear. He holds his hands out in a motion for me to go ahead. A solo trek up a mountain by myself? Yes please! I love my parents, but I felt like a lamb, that Dad preaches about, mindlessly following their schedule and

Uninhibited: Being in the Now

Blogger Brittany: my one weekly post, for Motivation Monday, is inspired by things that I took away from the Power of Now. This video (sorry for quality) goes along with this theme. This new-found enlightenment and freedom of fear has provided an over abundance of electric energy. What better way to expel energy than to dance. Recently I’ve found myself constantly want to dance: at work, in the car with everyone watching and able to identify me in my pink-striped car, at the Rex games, at Holiday World in line with Tab creating our own music(letting loose

Change

Body CHANGE. Change is something we all talk about and is the only thing consistent in life. We often fantasize about change in our life. All the things we’re going to do to make ourselves Better people, better bodies, better finances, better lovers, better lovers, better friends, and so on .Somehow these changes will make up happy. But do we ever actually change, or for that matter Want to change? How many people complete their New Years Resolutions. For change to be made it has to be a constant thought, a sparked desire that you are conscious of. I’ve been on a mission to change my body (as you can see above, but first I had to change my thoughts. Previously (and I’ve mentioned this before) I’ve struggled with bingeing. I was always in a battle with my body. TRYING to be perfect and punishing myself with food, like more was going to make things better somehow. What I’ve come to learn in my journey is that I’m already perfect: born of the right time and place, setting me where I am NOW. So the key was accepting my perfection rather than

Unstuff

My adorable little home

Today is book review/reflection after reading the book Unstuff. My father handed it to me as part of my spiritual education, but it’s definitely something I’ve already been striving for. Unstuff is about uncluttering life, to improve life. This goes along with the Tao’s push for cutting the strings on material possessions and Thoreau’s principle of ‘Simplify, Simplify.’ I speak from personal experience on this subject. In March I was inspired to unclutter my life. I gave away 1/2 of my possessions (and at least 3/4 of my revered closet)

Trying to be Perfect vs. Accepting Perfection

My hikes bring me to such a state of being and enigmatic enlightenment, that’s why I do them nearly everyday. Here is what I discovered (or rather reflected on) yesterday on my hike. Talking with my mom about addiction and coping has made me realize how far I’ve come in a year, especially the last 3 months. I’ve been battling myself and my body for so long. Last year I gave up grains, starches, and sugars (since May the only bit I’ve had was the rice in the few sushi rolls I had on my birthday), but still I struggled fluctuating 5-10 pounds, just overeating. Then 3 months ago it clicked. In my late teens and early 20’s I would succumb to bingeing. Either eating or sleeping away time to keep from feeling-stopping myself from living. Punishing myself. I realize now that I set myself up, trying to be perfect. Not even for myself, but trying to portray and image for everyone, caring what others thought entirely too much. When my