Hello all! I've decided to start this blog as a means to share the things that are important to me with others. I love all things health & fitness, makeup, hair, Miller Lite, outdoor activities, and my work. I'm 9 years into my career as an engineer, and a single mother to a gorgeous little boy who just turned 3. I have two big dogs, Archer my Siberian Husky and Lady my Pit Bull. I own a home in the country which I absolutely love. I don't like my hometown. I love to travel, meet new people, try new food, learn recipes, and then go home and cook them. Music is my entire life, and I love to sing. I've played guitar as well. I really love Pilates and Weight Lifting, and lately I've been doing some calisthenics using Equalizer bars, I'm sure I'll be posting more about this later. All in all, I love my life, family, and friends, and I'm most happy admitting the things that I don't like, like habitual lateness and lukewarm coffee. Many people have worked for me in my day and few have survived, but the fact that those who matter are still around tells me that it's okay to have high standards - because there are some people out there who can match them.
Every decision you make could be made from either somewhere in the knee- jerk realm of your unconscious or with the unmitigated, laser-focused precision of the present moment. Yes. Every. Single. Decision. I’m talking about from the pants you choose, to the socks you select, to the choice to sit or stand while putting that stuff on. Yes, you even have the option to greet the mail lady who is delivering yet a certified letter from the Tax Man in full-on, bat-shit rage mode or not. I understand, full-on, bat-shit rage mode doesn’t feel like a choice. But I have learned, or rather with effort, retrained my knowing that I can choose. As I said in my last article (thank you, Community, for your encouragement BTW!), when I have hit my limit of victim thinking that I am at the mercy of assholes, I realize I am not at mercy of anyone! I am only making the choice to listen to the voice of anxiety and not the grounded one of my empowered self. This means that no one, not my boss, not the...
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