Category: Letting Go

Faith than Fear

To be a Badass woman, you gotta have a mentor. Another badass woman.

My friend sent me this meme this morning. It was in her FB memories, and I had tagged her on it two years ago. Today she returned it and it’s just what I needed to see.

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This is the same friend I meet for coffee when time allows. I wrote about her in Women Like Us. I aspire to be her level of badass. The words that jumped out at me this morning were, ‘more faith than fear.’

It’s as simple as that.

My daughter is home from England.

She flew there March 11th and three days later, all flights were canceled. It would have been easy to let fear creep in, but I’m too stubborn for that. My Mama was a badass woman and she raised one.

I had faith my daughter would return home eventually, but with each passing day I didn’t see any indication from the airlines. That is when my talks with God became more ‘high spirited’ and I laid all that fear at His feet. My fear was overcome by faith.

When my daughter’s text came in that said, “Virgin is still operational, I’ll be home tomorrow night.’, I burst into tears!

The tears were a combination of relief and joy. I knew God had heard me and He knew I couldn’t take much more. I reached out to my friend and asked her to ‘pray that girl home with me’, and she jumped on it. I’m grateful to all of you for praying.

Thank you my friend for reminding me to continue blossoming into a Badass woman with more faith than fear.

Showers That Shine

“Get your shit together”, is what I’d tell her.

Of course, I was referring to her need to pack for her weekend with her Dad. She was much younger then, but now that’s she’s a young adult, we say it to one another in jest.

Hugging her goodbye I’d say, “I’ll try and get my shit together while you’re away.” 🙂

I spent some time Sunday, scrubbing the shower, which I’d been putting off, but now it shines. Then I saw the plastic liner to the shower curtain. It’s supposed to be clear, but it wasn’t. Into the washer it went. One thing led to another and what began with the tub/shower, the entire bathroom benefited.

Life just flows, until we hit a bump.

I’m in a moment of uncertainty with one of my jobs. The email came in over the weekend as an announcement to the Team that someone else will be taking over the phones. The phones are part of my job, but not after this Friday. A door is closing.

Sitting at my desk today, I don’t really feel like I have my shit together, but at least the bathroom does. I appreciate how God helps us leave a situation when it’s time, even if we’re not entirely ready.

Here’s to trusting the process my darlings, and showers that shine.

A Handwritten Note

I woke up this morning, took a glance at my phone and turned it off. Yesterday was not a pretty day at work, so this morning I took some time to manage my state. To let go of yesterday and stand firmly in today.

I sat down and wrote the Morning Pages. I learned about the Morning Pages one year ago, and this morning, they helped clear my mind.

The Morning Pages are handwritten in a notebook and I noticed something as I was writing. I had to pause and think how to correctly spell some of the words. The ‘i’ and ‘e’ rule of grammar ran through my mind. While typing, spell check takes care of the misspellings and I’ve obviously become dependent upon that.

I kept writing. The pages aren’t supposed to be perfect. They are called the Morning Pages because they capture those ‘first thing in the morning thoughts.’

Maybe you journal. If so, I encourage you to continue to do so. Writing by hand is a gift. The up and coming generations aren’t learning cursive writing, but cursive writing is a beautiful thing. I write encouraging notes to friends and mail them at random. The note blesses them and me, because they always point out the handwriting.

If you would enjoy a handwritten note, just send me an email. (Letitgocoach@gmail.com) Include your name, mailing address and an area where you need encouragement, and I’ll mail you one. There’s nothing quite like receiving a handwritten note.

Wait For It

I forced myself to stop Blogging.

When I challenged myself to post a Blog a day in December, over time I hit a stride. That groove of posting everyday became a daily ritual, but was it fulfilling?

On into January, I was still posting everyday, but began to slow the pace. After posting The Mindless Activity I made the decision to stop for one week. That’s not easy once an action becomes ingrained.

It was as if I had created a new daily habit, but I don’t wish to become a daily Blogger.

I thought about it everyday, but told myself to wait. I’d hit the pause button and let the Blog ideas go. I knew from past experience not to pause too long. It’s very difficult to come back to it, with that struggle of paused to restart.

Some wait too long and don’t come back. That’s not for me, but I do want to hit a stride that works. Timing means a great deal while writing. To wait for that stillness, that deafening silence once the dust settles from the day or the week. Even if it drops to once a week, I’m going to wait for it.

The Mindless Activity

The best ideas occur while showering.

They used to form while vacuuming, but this house doesn’t have any carpet, so the vacuum isn’t used often. While washing dishes is another good mindless activity.

These are things we do without thinking. They don’t take concentration, so the mind has room for an idea to surface.

In my case, I was showering when the idea popped into the forefront of my mind. The idea was not new. I’ve done this same idea 15 years ago. It doesn’t have to be new to be good. The great thing about doing it 10 or 20 years later, is what I learned the first time.

With age comes wisdom.

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With age also comes hesitation.

My daughter and I have had an electric dishwasher in every house we’ve lived in. They never get used. There’s something about using your hands that releases the idea. The best ideas occur when we’re not thinking. Dreams of the heart don’t leave, they get buried.

Maybe this explains my love for the Chemex. Using my hands to bring about the first cup of coffee. Look around and see what you can do with your hands. We’re not looking for new, because God always starts at the beginning. What’s on your heart that’s waiting to begin?

Use your hands in a mindless activity.

Because I’m Happy

There’s no more Christmas decor on the coffee bar. I took it down and packed it away yesterday. The Christmas tree is still standing. Not quite ready to give up the ambiance of the tree. It gives the room a cozy glow.

There’s not a lot of rules in my life.

I bought flowers today for no reason.

I don’t need a reason. Did I put off packing away the decor? No lovely, I was still enjoying it, until I wasn’t, and that’s when it was time to pack it away.

My daughter is concerned the tree may still be standing in June. It won’t last that long, but it’s still drinking water, so it looks good. It brings me joy, until it doesn’t and I’ll let it go.

My first thought was how bare the coffee bar looks without the decorations, but then I saw one of my favorite signs.

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When I saw it, I wondered if people had to look for reasons to be happy? Are they spending more time looking at reasons not to be happy? Some people are more comfortable not being happy. They’ve been unhappy for so long it feels normal, and they don’t know how to feel any other way.

Focus on what’s wrong, or find what’s right.

There doesn’t have to be a reason. It’s a choice. When my mind begins looking for reasons to be happy I simply respond, because I’m happy.

You Be You

In Walk like Wind, I wrote about my hesitation of being tall. That’s what I was really getting at with yesterday’s post. Wearing the boots make me even taller, but I’m embracing it.

We are each uniquely made, so we don’t have to try and be different. We already are.

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I came home to a vase full of sunflowers sitting on the table. I saw these the other day at the market and thought about buying them for my daughter. They have always been her favorite flower, but now that she’s 20, I thought she may have outgrown them and didn’t buy them.

Her father had the same idea, and he bought them for her. There’s still that little girl inside of her that loves them. Where’s that kid inside of you? What do they still want to be? You’re not too old and your time hasn’t passed.

sunflowers

It’s time to embrace that unique quality and you be you.