Walking Out of The Storm

I love to walk.  Jogging is too hard on my knees, so I like to walk at a brisk pace. I also love to walk out in the open air, with nature all around me. I don't really like a treadmill because, I don't walk just for the sake of exercise... 


I checked the weather and even though it looked a little overcast and cloudy I felt that inner nudge to just go for it. I started out and was enjoying the coolness of the morning and the lack of intrusion by vehicles in my journey. Then I heard it... the distant rumble of thunder. Hmmm... how close was it?  Should I turn around? Keep going?  I kept walking and again heard the thunder... this time a bit closer.  It wasn't raining, and I didn't see any lightning, but the storm clouds were gathering. As I was trying to decide which course of action to take I weighed all the factors.


I could turn around and go back to where I started from.  There was no guarantee I was going to make it. Or I could keep going on to my intended destination. Again, no guarantee I wouldn't get soaked. Either way I had to make a choice. Fear would make me turn back and I would not get to my goal. So I decided to keep going. Although the thunder stopped rumbling, I could see darker clouds forming behind me. I just picked up the pace a little and kept focused on my next steps. As I turned the corner to the home stretch, I saw how dark the clouds were that I was facing.  I was almost there and there was no other choice but to keep moving forward. I arrived... safe and sound, exhilarated and somewhat exhausted. 


I began to think about my life and the many storms that I have weathered. Some of the storms were just the sound of distant thunder. Others were full blown gales with dangerous lightning and damaging effects. So many times, the threat of the storm caused me to turn back and I got caught in it anyway. 


Then there came the time that I knew a storm was brewing and I decided that no matter what, I was moving forward anyway. I didn't care about the rumblings, nor the possibility of getting caught in it. There was no going back and I could only focus on the next step forward. Then, I turned the corner. I looked at the storm full on and defied it to make me stop or retreat. I have arrived at a place in my life that I know I am safe and sound. I am exhilarated and yes, at times, exhausted. But every step forward I took by the Grace of God, and it caused me to become stronger and more determined not to live my life out of responses to fear ever again.  What storm do you need to walk of?

Waking Up

Waking Up

  I woke up at quarter to 5 this morning.  Not because I had to and not because I wanted to. I just woke up. I groaned, rolled over about a half dozen times and changed as many positions and decided to just get up. I hate when that happens!
  Then, I had a decision to make.Was I going to be frustrated, irritated and take it out on anyone and everyone who crossed my path... or was I going to make an effort to create the best day possible?
So, I had a cup of coffee, messed around on the computer for a bit, got into comfy walking clothes and headed for the canal park. Best decision I could have made.
  It was still cool and comfortable. It was quiet and peaceful. I began to clear all the voices and especially any negative "self talk" out of my thinking. I began to wake up, not just in my physical body, but in my mind and my spirit as well. I began to feel more and more alive as I intentionally watched life happening all around me.  I felt myself become more centered, and thankful for what I was seeing and hearing in the "moment". I was so connected to my Creator and filled with awe and wonder at being a part of this amazing planet!
  I seemed to have no choice in what time my body decided to wake up, but I did have a choice in how I would respond.  So many times, life happens in ways we do not expect, want or like. We don't always have a choice or a say in the matter.  But we always have a choice and a say in how we will respond.
  True peace, true joy is never found in our circumstances... it's found in who we are in those circumstances.

Attachments

Attachments
 I just made some pretty significant life changes.  For me, it was pretty exciting, somewhat overwhelming and at times downright scary!  But it was also very necessary.  The reasons why are not really important.  What is important is what I learned about myself in the process.
 I found that some of the things I held closest and tightest, were the things keeping me from living my life in the best way possible. The harder I worked at keeping it all together, the more things began to unravel. Most of the damage was to myself. Unhealthy attachments were making me physically, emotionally and spiritually sick.
 About a year ago, I felt God leading me to clean out my clothes closet. Trust me... it's been YEARS!  As I began to go through my things, I realized that much of the stuff in there, I hadn't worn in a VERY long time.  Yet, I had a hard time putting it in a bag that was to go to the Salvation Army or another donation center.  I had a sentimental attachment to pieces of cloth.  That's all they really were, but to me, they represented my life.  My past life.  I was stuck living in the past. But, I was determined to follow through and I did a great job on the first attempt.  Since then, I have gone through this process 3 more times.  This really helped when I started a new direction in my life and moved into an apartment!
 As I discarded the past, I began the journey of embracing my present and looking forward to my future. I feel so "untangled" and free. I see things from a new "perspective".  I found that I have a LOT to offer in the way of wisdom and guidance for others who feel like they are "stuck" in the past.
That's when I decided to become certified as a Holistic Life Coach.
 It's not about just cleaning closets. It's about cleaning out the "unhealthy attachments" from your mind and spirit, so your body can function at it's optimal potential.
  Now, I am attached to healthy living, thinking and being.  All Is Well!
Visit my website at: www.alliswelltc.com

Me and my memory

You would think I would remember to write down my new usernames and passwords as soon as I create them.  But I always think I will remember for 5 minutes until I finish whatever it was I was doing to create the site to begin with. NOT!

So I started my first blog a few days ago and was feeling pretty smug as I hit the Save password button.  Sure enough, the next time I clicked on the bookmark... came the notice..." Please sign in".
Username... uhhh I created a couple different ones recently... I joined twitter and didn't use the same username....or password for that matter.  Big Mistake.  Started a new email account... yep... and so it goes.

Now I tried using the "forgot username" prompt to get a little help to get in so that I could find the 2 wonderful blogs I posted... then they wanted my password... ummmm... I think it was.... nope... that wasn't it... so then I tried the" forgot password prompt"..  Are you kidding??
So I finally remember which email I used to open the account and they sent me a password reset code!  FANTASTIC!  I used it... I logged in and It was a brand new account!  SERIOUSLY!!??

SO... I did write this one down and I will be taking every vitamin, herb, mineral or supplement I can find to help prod a few brain cells into activity... just sayin...