The experience that I had driving through the desert, showing up in the right places at the right times, seeing the path beneath me only as I arrived at each perfect moment – it is the sort of thing that deserves its own post. To summarize, here is how I maintained a need for growth and renewal throughout April:
Dealing with and finding misalignment in your life and your gut. My body is experiencing balance and safety it has never had before. Recently,… Read more: Gut Feelings
Sometimes, when you’ve come into your own, the reminder that you’ve always been there – in your light, in your power – is what keeps you.
This is the revenge of my keeping. This is a reminder of what I Know – the good and the bad; how I am able to hold my power and shine my light not despite things, not because of things, but simply as I AM.
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My nuh-uh-no-you-didn’t-how-could-you-let-me-prove-something-to-you notion goes from, “But wait, if she can have emotions about unforeseen changes and have it be no big deal… So. Can. I.”
I absolutely do not really have to and doing it doesn’t make things better and not doing it doesn’t make them worse because these things are actually entirely beyond the point and totally self-assigned as “have to’s” which I get to realize here and now are Choices and not doing them, doing them wrong, or getting it only half way does not in any way make me a failure to myself or anyone or make me “in trouble” with the people I love.
*Takes a big breath*
This year, I feel lucky. This year, I feel even more than blessed. I feel eager and welcoming. I feel ready and willing . But most of all, I feel here. My future is in this moment and I am deeply ready to arrive.
In each of those experiences I’ve met the Hallmark quota of Christmas tropes. I’ve returned from the big city. I’ve gone to the country. I’ve found an old high school flame. I’ve been swept off my feet at random. And all of it was part of my coming-of-age Christmas story.
I can distinctly recall the wet, autumn smell wafting natural sugars of falling leaves through humid air as I stood knock kneed and insecure… Read more: Going To Carolina In My Mind
I still grumble. I still fight. I still have seemingly practiced, run-on sentences of explicative ventings that stream between pressed lips and held breaths, only to realize I’m the only one covered in angry, steaming soot. Projection is the only truth.
I feel exhausted. But you know what, I am really proud of what I didn’t do today. Today I didn’t gaslight myself into having… Read more: I feel exhausted.
The last day of Mental Health Awareness Month has become an iconic date for BeMo. Earlier this morning, I relayed on my Twitter account:… Read more: One Whole Year
They say knowledge is power. But adding knowledge to a life you already know – when moving from deep intensity to a sense of… Read more: It’s Just Furniture.
In order to survive this, I’m forced to face the deeper levels of BS (belief systems) that doing = worthiness… Feeling incapable is a very slippery slope of self-diagnosing incapability… I am detoxing 17 years of BS (belief systems) faster than any of the medications I’ve been on for 17 years, and it’s getting bad. Really bad.
Losing a loved one is a gut-wrenching, heart-breaking experience that nobody is ever fully prepared for. Finding comfort during a time of grieving can… Read more: FUNCKing Grief
To get where I wanted to be and really churn that shit into fertilizer didn’t mean standing my ground and trying to convince myself that it would all turn into high-value gardening property. Nope.
People go on and on about, “This isn’t the movies. This is real life.” Anyone who feels responsible for the lack thereof will immediately tell us there are no knights in shining armor or caring superhero.
I call BS (belief systems)!
My feelings about my body and what I look like have little to do with who or how I am today. I started a deep dive into what was and wasn’t good for me – understanding those surface bandaids that maybe kept me from exposing my scars, but weren’t actually healing the wound.
I decided my usual routine was not serving me – having my Home Assitant ramble off calendar reminders and weather announcements to me while I speed walk on the treadmill, cell phone in hand, rushing through notifications, and multitasking myself to a brain-dead purely empty state before I sit down to face a day in a mentality of “dealing” rather than the healing state of thriving!
I have outstanding support. Like many, I forget to utilize it. I get stuck in what I need to rather than getting honest with the love, certainty, and growth needs that I have and how, at the center of all of it, those needs all require the willingness to voice that with someone else.
This practice will help you move from feeling stagnant or skeptical in a relationship to a more positive and hopeful interaction empowered by positive empathy and beaming compassion.
I survived a hundred different ways of being called a quitter in some of the hardest working years of my life just to have the chance to keep something uncritically to myself. Even now, I hold the greatest concerts in my head, tapping my fingers mindlessly through the muscle memory of what would have been my greatest performance if only back then no one was listening.
Let’s drop the BS (belief system) at the door that you have to be down to climb up or that the goal is to be “above” in order to be “better.” This type of thinking comes from hypervigilance of needing to “earn” your time off, self-care, gifts, or happiness of any kind. Let’s nope right out of that and practice a little exposure therapy through journaling to experience and remember the best of times and filing these good moments away in your survival satchel.
Truth is, whether you’re team endings or team beginnings, January 1 is just another day. Every day is the chance to end or begin whatever you choose is best for you.
By developing a trusting relationship with joy, the reactions to its loss will leave you. Even when life comes crashing into your side with blaring threats and horns, you’ll be able to smile ever so softly and know without a doubt that you are capable of joy, joy is a part of you, and joy will be back in your life.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” Well, maybe not for you, or not at this moment. I get it. The holidays can… Read more: Working Through Holiday FUNCK
Almost everyone talks to Isa like he’s a girl. “She has such cool eyes…” “She has the softest hair…” I tell him he’s so… Read more: What’s In A Name Anyway?
This is a vulnerable share for me. There are a lot of hard truths, and many would like to argue with me that my experiences aren’t true. But it isn’t about what really happened.
Click here to listen to this article on Spotify. To begin, I will explain where I’ve been and why I haven’t published anything for… Read more: A Story About Reparenting
FUNCK Example Journaling to be more productive has layers, like an onion of motivational hope and feelings of self-defeat! Many journals claim that forming… Read more: FUNCKing Productivity
Do you ever get that feeling like you’re falling in reverse? I mean that crazy notion that you were far more capable of things… Read more: Falling In Reverse
I am lucky. I was downsized from a worn-thin career path months before COVID hit – sparking a deep reverence and stillness in me… Read more: Doing The Work.
After smashing my original goal of 24 books read this year and whipping right pst my stretch goal of 52 books read this year,… Read more: My 2020 Reading List
It’s done. The full series bible, treatment, beat sheet, and application for the Episodic TV Series Screenwriting program… is done. Now, to complete writing,… Read more: There’s No Place Like No Home
Happy International Women’s Day! I’m practically living in my new shirt that says: Girls Can Do Any- Thing For me, it’s a full circle… Read more: A Woman’s Story
Australia happened to us more than anything else. It was 2014, we had just traveled to Seattle for Stark’s annual business meeting. We came… Read more: 20/20 in 2020: A Pivotal Moment
I’ve been trying to consciously consume and stop being so proud of myself for my multi-tasking, robotic abilities. Several things have been adding to… Read more: Imagined Futures
There’s something about being a Capricorn that puts a little extra flair into the overall obsession I feel about New Year’s recaps and resolutions.… Read more: Being Present in the New Year
We had three little reading nooks spread somewhat unevenly across the second floor of the house I grew up in. They were mine when… Read more: Not Quite Little Women
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