I first stepped on stage to perform when I was four years old.
My mother explored my range of potential with singing lessons, gymnastics, piano lessons and even old school church organ lessons.
By ten my ability to move my body took dominance as I danced in Disney World televised parade specials, competed with girls high school age as they gushed over teenage girl things I knew not of, and spent every weekday and weekend practicing, rehearsing, dancing, dancing, dancing while the growing pains of my weary young self woke me in tears at night.
And I loved it. I was good at it. And I loved it.
At 14 I left for my first summer away at a ballet training camp. On full scholarship I plotted and begged my parents to not return and live with a host family at boarding school.
They refused so I returned home. Only at first summer break opportunity to rush away again. Chasing my dreams on the wings of whatever plane could take me the farthest.
Summer before turning 18 I left to try my hand at a professional ballet career in the emerald city of Seattle.
And I loved it. I never returned home. Not even for Christmas. And I loved it.
Until I no longer loved it as much as I thought I once did.
Much to shock. Much to disappointment. I left at the cusp of a highly potentially successful long term career to marry a stranger and threw logic to the wind of any productive future.
And I loved it. And I loved him. And I still love it.
My body is a foreign beast to me these days. I can not manipulate it in the same ways. My legs feel half empty. My arms uncontrolled noodles. The need to move still is a constant push and has pushed me to test my limits to see the world from a higher vantage point then below where skyscrapers dwell.
When the right music hits my soul at the right point of need - I dance. As the mountains become my stage, balancing my shaky legs on a boulder as close to the edge that my doubts allow me - I dance. Not with the same elegance. Not performing to cheering crowds. Not the same potential of greatness I was many moons ago - I dance.
And I love it.
Tip toeing with the clouds
I love it.
Shout out to @healthandbeautytransformations, who is such an inspiration to me and so many! 😍 She took control of her life in so many ways, mind, body and spirit. In terms of the body, DANG girl! You committed to your nutrition plan and soared! Love you so much! 😘💪🏼💚💃🏻#herbalifenutrition#nutrition#healthyactivelifestyle#decide#commit#change#80percentnutrition#20percentfitness#fueledbyherbalife#findyourlight#findyourway *Consumers who use Herbalife® Formula 1 twice per day as part of a healthy lifestyle can generally expect to lose around 0.5 to 1 pound per week. Participants in a 12-week single-blind study used Formula 1 twice per day (once as a meal and once as a snack) with a reduced calorie diet and a goal of 30 minutes of exercise per day. Participants followed either a high protein diet or a standard protein diet. Participants in both groups lost about 8.5 pounds.*
No one gets a pass on mortality. But rather than seeing your death sentence as this morbid black cloud of anxiety, use it to fuel your urgency to live an AMAZING life while you're here.
Set deadlines. Hold yourself accountable. Make your life as incredible as you could imagine. Because one day it WILL end. Ignoring that fact will only make you more complacent with mediocrity.
Happy Friday peeps.
If you find yourself getting stressed out easily...stop what you're doing, take a breath, and take some time out for yourself (even 5-10 minutes). Getting outside and walking in nature is the best way I can find to clear my head and relieve any stress I may be experiencing.
When your feelin 35 and TIRED AF! You already fell asleep with your wee little one and have your retainer in for the night! Just to get up change your clothes but not your bra because your girls told you it was active recover-sweaty but not jumping around dripping sweat boobs must be strapped down workout!🤣 You know what I'm talking about! Totally saved by my girls keeping me accountable and saved by active recovery! #savetheboobies#tiredaf
Ask yourself. Where do you see yourself in five years? It’s it healthy and successful? Doing what you’re doing now? Moving across the world?
You gotta #map out your #goalsetting game if you want to be in the big leagues. No progress = #nogrowth and I doubt anyone wants to be #unhappy with their lifestyle.
Ну вот! 5 утра, открываю 👀... сегодня подумала, что у меня есть талант. Я великолепно вру! Просто гениально. Причём себе я вру ещё изощреннее и увереннее, чем другим! 😂😂😂 я вчера написала, что боюсь, что мечта не сбудется. Это ерунда, ширма, уловка моего мозга. На самом деле я боюсь, что мечта сбудется. Это же так сложно, страшно и не поддаётся контролю. Это же все нужно поменять. Разрулить вопросы с работой, финансами, родными и друзьями! Отказаться от привычного в угоду неизвестному... самое смешное, что вселенная захотела еще сильнее подсветить мне этот страх, подсунув беспокоящихся за меня (на самом деле за себя 😂😉) друзей и приятелей. Эти люди написали мне или позвонили. Высказали свои сомнения и доводы. Хочу сказать вам, мои дорогие: не бойтесь - я сама жутко боюсь! Но лучше бояться живого тигра в Африке, чем нарисованного в учебнике по биологии за 3 класс!!! Ух. Высказалась и полегчало... всем позитивного дня 🤗 Yesterday I wrote that I have a fear. I fear that my dream - to live 4 months in France, will not came true! It is not true! I scared, but I scared that my dream can be the truth. In this case I have to take risk and responsibility for my life. And for me it’s better to fear real tiger in Africa, than painted in the book. #мечта#работаюнадсобой#возьмиответственностьзасвоюжизнь#франция#мечтанамиллион#страх#перемеены#безконтрольность#france#onemilliondream#fear#findyourway#psychology#психология#консультант#consulting#изменения#свойпуть
O fim da ilusão do tempo
O segredo para deixar de se identificar com a mente está em acabar com a ilusão do tempo. O tempo é a mente são inseparáveis. Tire o tempo da mente e ela para.
Ao menos que vc escolha utiliza-la como a ferramenta maravilhosa que ela é.
Estar identificado com a mente é estar preso ao tempo. É a compulsão para vivermos quase exclusivamente através da memória ou da antecipação. Isso cria uma preocupação infinita com o passado e o futuro, é uma relutância em respeitar o momento presente e permitir que ele aconteça. Temos essa compulsão porque o passado nós dá uma identidade e o futuro contém uma promessa de salvação e de realização. Ambos são ilusões.
Como disse buddha, o problema é que vc acha que tem tempo.
Kindness. A lesson we hope all little ones come to embody. Yet it’s more than just telling them to be kind. Actions speak louder than words and any act of unkindness that we display in the world stems from greater unkindness within and towards ourselves.
What would it feel like if you were truly truly kind to yourself today in word, deed and thought? If every action and unspoken word was of utter and deep kindness? Feel it. What would that FEEL like?
Wouldn’t that feel amazing? Isn’t that the kindness you’re hoping your children come to know? 😊 Then let us not waste time demonstrating its depths and magnitude by offering it first to ourselves. 🙏
Our Thursday art project. 👻🖤🎃🕷 As a busy Mom it's tough to be present with our kids. •• But our kids need connection. •• Remember it's quality OVER quantity. .
When I changed my story around what it had to look like to be "a good mother" I started seeing a REAL connection in a matter of minutes with my kids. 10 min undivided time is much more valuable than 3 hours of time disconnected hanging out together. •• I know that Lyric loves little art projects and Eli loves creating music, lyrics and having deep conversations. •• When I stopped making them fit into my box of what it should look like and discovered what their box was, then jump in it with them... our world changed! 🖤🖤