Believe You Are Limitless


Oh how limiting our thoughts can be. I remember the night my daughter called and told me she was going out for her sorority softball team. Had she ever even picked up a bat? Was she serious or crazy? As far as I could remember her coordination and catching skills were underdeveloped due to her participation in swim team and I as her mom should set her straight and discourage her from embarrassing herself.

A few nights ago she called me bursting with excitement. Not only had they won their first game but my daughter hit the ball each time she was up at bat and stopped a ball in the outfield. Her dreams were never too big, my faith in her and thinking was just too darn small.

Always encourage. Feed a dream. Believe that where there is a will there probably really is a way. The only thing that limits us is our own thinking. That girl inspires me to think bigger than ever before and I am starting to believe if the intention is strong enough, the Universe will help us find a way.

Do You Limit Your Own Life?


My entire life, every thing I have ever done has been influenced by what I believe. Now I find myself in my mid forties, questioning everything I once held sacred. I can’t help but wonder how many of those beliefs have limited me in some way? How different would my life look if I had been open to the things I wouldn’t consider before? The older I get, the more I realize how little I know. The older I get, the more willing I am to learn. This year I am going to do my best to be open to all possibilities. No more limiting my own life because of a couple random thoughts in my own crazy manipulative head. What do you think? Have your beliefs limited you in any way?

Who Defines You?


What is life about? Who decides? Who determines the path you will walk and sets the standards of how you should walk it? There is one very obvious thing that sets me apart from other parents. Often, I see parents pushing and pushing for their kids to do sports. Not one sport but several sports. Not one day of sports but everyday. Today my daughter went to summer swim practice for the first time since it started back in May. I imagine some of the swimmers may be mortified that she dare take some time off. The coach even had a talk with her about how many practices a week she should attend. The reality is that swimming in the summer is optional. Years ago, sports were not year long. Athletes had adequate time to allow their bodies and their minds enough time to recuperate and come back to have another strong season. I know this for sure, anytime I do something over and over every single day, I lose the enjoyment out of it. Many times I become resentful I have to do that one thing and eventually start to dread it. The passion dies and I put in less and less effort until it becomes almost robotic. I admit, there was a time I had the dream for her to be the fastest, at least in fly. But that was my dream and not hers. She wanted to swim, be pretty good and still have fun. Now our goals have finally meshed someplace in the middle. I want her to be happy. I want her to feel a sense of passion for everything she decides to do. I want her to define her own life and live by her own standards and expectations and not by someone elses who doesn’t really give a damn. I want her to know her own limits and set her own boundaries and I never want to see her get bullied into a lifestyle that doesn’t feel like a comfortable fit. I’ve asked this before, when will good be good enough? Can we not be happy with who we are even if we aren’t the prettiest, the smartest, the fastest, the most talented? When do we stop thinking we are only worthy when we are number one? Out of all the people in the world, really, what are the odds I or anyone else could truly be the best at anything? Should I spend my life trying? Should I die trying? I guess we have all have to make that decision for ourselves.

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.