One Small Step


Am I living the life I want? Am I living in a way that leads to a feeling of happiness or do I choose behaviors that lead to guilt and frustration? Why is it that some people reach their goals and others can’t even close to touching them?

I realized today that the hardest but most beneficial thing I could do is be honest with myself. How am I sabatoging my own dreams? What am I doing that keeps them from becoming a reality? The truth? I am lazy. And who allows me to be that way? That little person inside my head called thought. 

I realize today that my brain, my thoughts are a horse. I can either let that horse run wild or I can strap on a saddle and hold onto those reigns. I have to lead my own animal and where and how I lead it decides if I will be my own best friend or my own horrific enemy. So today, I met a small goal. I made small strides in the right direction instead of being stuck in the thinking stage. I’ve been stuck there for years and now it’s time to move my feet and the view is amazing. 

Today, tell yourself,  I am in change of my own life and I can achieve anything  Point out what’s right with yourself instead of obsessing about what is wrong. There’s enough of that all around us and we don’t need to inflict it on ourselves. Let’s try some positive talk today and maybe spread some around. The world can use so much more of that. 

Choose Happy


Life is too short to do anything that doesn’t make you happy. It is only fair to encourage the people we love to follow their dreams and do whatever it is that makes their heart smile. You either like something or you don’t. You are passionate about something or you’re not. It isn’t about following a direction where you are good at something but rather choosing the path that makes you feel the most alive. Do what makes your heart beat stronger. You are meant to enjoy life. Steer yourself in whatever direction will get you to that destination. 

You Write It Wednesday


Is there something you’ve always wanted to do but never had the courage to follow through?

I’ve always dreamed of owning a small business. Maybe a little, friendly coffee shop with local, weekly entertainment. I want an environment where people can come in and feel welcome, at home. A place for conversation and connecting, laughing and belonging. Someday I hope to make it reality.

How about you? Tell me something you’ve always wanted to do.

The Hidden Message in a Dream


I remember my dreams almost every single night. I don’t have just one or two, I have several before the light of morning comes. Last night I dreamed of my grandmother. She was holding my hand and following me through a difficult path. We were climbing steep steps and standing on narrow railings. I remember looking at her and feeling amazed that at her age she was capable of something so strenuous and so difficult. As soon as I opened my eyes I remembered. The lesson is we can only do what we believe we can do. I can only imagine how many of my self generated limiting thoughts have held me back in the course of forty some years. I think back on the things I could never envision myself doing and guess what? I’ve never seemed to be able to do them. It is time to change my thoughts and remind myself that I am capable of so much more than I ever allowed myself to imagine. Change your dialogue. Start saying I can and I am capable and overcome the obstacles that have been holding you back. All things are possible if you just believe.

Time To Get Moving


This silly belief that we are not good enough is enough to put our entire lives on hold. I pass up the opportunity to step into my own skin and do exactly what I am meant to do because of this deep seated fear that I just cannot do it. What if this and what if that takes over the logical side that quietly whispers, you’ve got this, let’s do this thing and let’s do it NOW. The years are blowing by like 90 mph winds and I am standing there holding on for dear life instead of letting go. Time to fly, time to move, time to get going to wherever it is I want to go. That is the secret I think. To ask the question, what do I really want and pick up my feet to move in that direction. One small step after another is all it takes to finally get close enough to grasp what is eagerly waiting for me to hold on to and finally have the courage to sit back and enjoy the ride. Thoughts are so limiting but our dreams and ambitions and gifts are limitless. How can anyone possibly fail when they step into a role that is a perfect fit for their very own soul? What have you passed up because you are simply too afraid to take a chance?

You write It Wednesday


If I knew I would be okay, I would ____. For me , the answer would be sky dive. I’ve always thought about how exhilarating it would feel to take that leap from the airplane. The heart-pounding, spine tingling feeling as I free fall and finally pull the chute and float to the ground. The courage to dare to do something that scares me to death while at the same time making me feel so alive. 

What would you do if you knew you would be okay?

What If?


What if everything we think is wrong? What if we miss so many opportunities for happiness because we really believe there is a way things are supposed to be, specific stepping stones that must be followed in order to get us to the place we are supposed to be? What if we stopped using our minds so much and followed our instincts and hearts? Can you even imagine how different your life could be, how amazing and unexpectedly beautiful it could be? Our expectations are like a fog that clouds the path we might have taken if only we followed our inner compass and stopped trying to follow the lines on the road. Close your eyes and let your heart guide you forward. Give yourself the freedom to let go of plans and rules and ideas that only exist because our minds allow them to. Stop worrying about what everyone thinks. Stop worrying period. Thoughts are limiting but dreams can take you to places you never knew existed before. Start living before it’s too late.

As I Reach For The Door


Just a Dream

I am joining the blog challenge a few days late but here is today’s prompt from The Daily Post.

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.

I was standing there staring at three doors. Life has a way of being cruel and sometimes there is no escape. Was this my subconscious forcing me to make a decision? I haven’t even been able to decide what to eat for lunch lately, and the idea of having to choose a door, make a decision of this magnitude was consuming me. My hands were sweating at the thought of even grasping a knob. My heart was racing. I could feel the pulsing in my veins, in my ears. Quiet, so quiet. Alone with the unnerving sound of the beating of my heart. Like a drum, pounding, repeating the word choose, choose, choose. I closed my eyes. My breathing was shallow. My head was spinning and I felt like I was losing consciousness. I fought to open my eyes and they were still there, waiting for me. Silent, cold. They looked exactly the same but I knew better. What if one was heaven, one was hell, and the other here, a trap to chain me to what what my life had become. Yes, one was a trap, I was sure of it. One an escape? Oh how I’ve longed for some kind of freedom. There must be something more, something better. I closed my eyes and I reached for the one in the middle. My heart was racing, my head pounding. I could feel the coolness of the metal knob. Slowly, barely able to breathe, I turned it a little more, a little more. I could not believe what was on the other side. All three doors led to the exact same place. There was a small desk with a piece of paper on it. I couldn’t see the writing from where I was standing so I moved closer to it. I read the words aloud, The only real trap is in your own mind. All doors lead to the place you decide to be. The door is a mirage, the roadblocks that you place in your own path. 

Suddenly, my eyes opened. I was covered with sweat. Was this all a dream? The doors, the choice, the paper. I took a deep breath and I rolled over and went back to sleep. This time I’m in Hawaii, surrounded by palm trees. The peace, oh this wonderful freedom. I think I’m finally getting the hang of this.

Nightmare On my Street


Coming to you straight out of Dream Moods Dictionary:


To dream that you are screaming symbolizes anger and fear. You are expressing some powerful emotion which you have kept pent up inside. If you try to scream, but no sound comes out, then it indicates your sense of helplessness and frustration in some situation. No matter how hard you try to get someone’s attention, they cannot hear you. The dream highlights your difficulty in communicating with this person. You need to immediately identify your fears or feelings and confront this situation in real life. Alternatively, your inability to scream may be a form of REM paralysis.

Okay, so I posted recently that I have been having nightmares. Last night was no exception. This one was different in a very distinct way. For years, I have tried to cry out for help in my dreams. For years, I have opened my mouth and made several attempts to squeak out the tiniest hint of noise. There I was standing there paralyzed in fear helpless because I had no voice.

I am happy to report that after 42 years of living I have finally found my scream. It woke me up and the sound of it scared my waking self half to death but as soon as I realized what had happened I could not stop laughing. Why did I find it humorous? I have no idea but I think it because I have overcome some type of obstacle. I have moved to the next level of conquering whatever it is I have been trying to battle. And the truth? I woke up feeling really, really good today. I feel stronger and happy and hopeful. I am that warrior at the end of the day who recognizes the power he holds in his sword. And, yes, I am a little crazy so we will have to allow that in the mix too.

Maybe there really is some truth to this silly dream dictionary. Maybe I really do feel better because whatever I have been holding quietly inside has found a direct tunnel out. Maybe my scream was a symbol of emotional release or that I am finally feeling like I have a grip on things and the power I need to muddle through exists right there inside of me.

Bizarre post I know, but one I was excited to share. Have you ever tried to scream in a dream? If so, did you have a voice?

The Truth Comes Out at Night


This is the third night in a row I guess you could say I’ve been having nightmares. The first two nights were about snakes and last night I was crying so hard I woke myself up.

It makes me realize how deep we bury some of life’s messes we carry. We stick them in a deep place so that we can forget and go on with trying to live a happy life. The truth though, is they are still there affecting us every day whether we are aware of it or not.

Maybe dreams are a safe way to deal with the monsters who continually chase us long after we think we’ve grown up enough to make them disappear. It amazes me how the fear and the pain feel more real while we sleep than we allow it to be felt while we are awake.

The lesson is this. I have to rid myself of these monsters once and for all. I have to make sure that when I do dream about them they are just small, little creatures who do not hold the power over me that they do right now. So, how do I make them shrink? How do I face them head on and let them know they cannot control me any longer?

The snakes in my dream never attack me. In fact, I guess you could say they don’t even bite me. They just stare at me with piercing eyes and slowly slither around me, squeezing me and reminding me they have a tight hold on all I do. One day I will wiggle myself free, but for now, I will try and take back my control, one day at a time, before that snake gains enough strength to squeeze all the life right out of me. Me or monsters? Who will win?