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2014 BLOG – DAY 70 :: songs to make you feel alive

11 Mar

So, do you need something to whistle to?

I recommend this beat-thumping, lip-whistling tune from Michael Franti. I am course late to the party, it came out last year, but I love it!

And, it couldn’t come at a better time. They are going to insert needles into my boob in about twelve hours.

Hump Day just became Bump Day.

That’s because my breasts are so small they are barely bumps, and my sister teased me mercilessly about it growing up. In a way that only a big sister with big breasts can do.

I think my bumps were also referred to as mosquito bites. As in, “Do you need a Band-Aid for that?”

I do love my small boobs. They are so convenient for yoga class and were an asset for running up and down the basketball court.

But I have to admit, I have briefly dreamed of a life with really big breasts. What would it be like to swing them to and fro? I don’t know…

But I know this. My sister informed me last week that her breasts have increased in size with age in the last few years. Since we don’t live in close proximity to each other I can’t confirm this as a scientific fact, but I can say this: there is hope that mine might grow too!

Regardless, I am happy with my two little bumps. They have served me well and I expect much more from them.

So… I am singing this song to remind each of them that they are alive (before they get drilled with a needle tomorrow)!

In the words of Mr. Franti:

Life sound like
I’m alive! I’m alive! I’m alive!
I’m alive! I’m alive! I’m alive!
This is what is sounds like
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh I’m Alive!

Need more tunes to make you feel alive?

More tomorrow.

{what song makes you feel alive?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 61 :: how not to give up …or (holy) blessed socks

2 Mar

It was a year ago that I gave up.

It was February 2013 when my thyroid reared it’s bumpy head. As soon as the shock wore off I gave up. I stopped working on key projects I had on my plate and I stopped writing the manuscript I had been working on.

I just didn’t have it in me to continue. Not while I was in “the waiting place” trying to figure out which foot to put forward. Actually, I was trying to figure out which direction was forward.

As we know, everything turned out fine. Surgery, results, all benign! Whew! And that’s when I began writing again.

Ironically, just as February closed out last week, just a year later, another bump made itself known inside my body. Consequently, I again stopped my morning ritual of writing.

But this weekend I woke up with an epiphany.

Coined by Stephen Pressfield, the concept applies to all creators:
“Resistance is experienced as fear; the degree of fear equates to the strength of Resistance. Therefore the more fear we feel about a specific enterprise, the more certain we can be that that enterprise is important to us and to the growth of our soul. That’s why we feel so much Resistance. If it meant nothing to us, there’d be no Resistance.”

― Steven PressfieldThe War of Art: Break Through the Blocks & Win Your Inner Creative Battles

Is it ironic that I have run into two bumps in the road in the month of February? One year apart? Right in the middle of my best writing streak ever?

Is it resistance?
Maybe. Maybe not.

One thing is for sure. This time, I am not giving up. No matter the outcome or diagnosis, I am pushing through. I am writing. I will finish the manuscript. I will continue with my schedule. I will continue go to the gym. I won’t break my stride.

So today I returned to the gym and my peak performance schedule. As I undressed to take a shower I looked down at my toes.

Right there, before me, was a holy blessing:

(holy sock compliments of Brady)

And it confirmed exactly what was going through my mind:

Ain’t nothin’ gonna to break my stride
Nobody’s gonna slow me down, oh-no
I got to keep on movin’

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{how do you keep moving?}
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