Dictionary.com defines success as “the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors; the accomplishment of one’s goals”. If I honestly look back on my life and the goals I have achieved, I definitely meet the definition of success. After all, I graduated from high school. Trust me that was a success for being the person who rarely attended and dropped every class possible in order to have more time to “hang out”. Shoot, I even went on to attend college and graduate from grad school.
I think where we get caught up on whether we are successful or not may depend upon how competitive we are. Stay with me here as I explain. For example, if you neighbor purchases a brand new car and you are green with envy and berate yourself for not being able to afford that car, you may feel as though your neighbor is more of a success than you.
How do you know that said neighbor isn’t looking at your lawn and steaming with rage because his lawn looks so neglected next to yours? Perhaps he wonders how you are such a success with your landscaping. You have heard the expression “the grass is greener on the other side” and this is a perfect example of where that came from. You may be thinking your neighbor has money to waste while he is wishing he had more time to work on his lawn.
Here is another cliché…”life isn’t always as you see it”. We all view our world through our experiences and our own perception of reality. Here is also where we need to be careful because our perceived reality may be far from the actual experiences of others. A little friendly competition is good for the soul; however downright jealousy and lusting for something someone else has is self-deceiving as well as self-defeating.
It’s easy to sit back and wallow in self-pity because we are not where we want to be in our life. Here is some free advice. STOP BEING A VICTIM! You are the result of your experiences; however, it is up to you to change your life.
I am a huge fan of Jen Sincero and I love her forthright honesty in her books (I may also have a little girl crush on her, so bear with me as I proclaim her greatness). She is no nonsense and has lived through her own decades of doubt and self-destruction. However, in her book, You are a Badass at Making Money; she spends a great deal of time talking about how we sabotage ourselves when we compare our lives to the lives of others. Ultimately, her message is simple. To achieve success, you have to believe that you are success. I won’t share more of her message, however, I can assure you, it is worth the read!
Self-growth, ongoing education and challenging yourself are all instrumental in moving forward. Our brains fight hard to hold onto our old thoughts and behaviors and I have referred to these as “old tapes“. It is only by challenging those thoughts and behaviors that we will ever leave our comfort zones. One way of doing that is by following people you admire. No, I don’t mean to literally follow them; I mean follow them on social media, read their books, and watch their podcasts.
Another way to practice self-growth is to practice affirmations. Find something positive that you absolutely love and paste it everywhere! Use is as your screensaver and phone screen! Put it on your bathroom mirror in lipstick and use sticky notes to put those affirmations all over your house and car! Keep repeating that affirmation and “fake it till you make it.”
Part of being a success is letting go of anything that holds you back. For many of us, this is difficult as we feel guilty for closing doors on relationships. Imagine this. You are not closing a door, you are no longer allowing a person to control you or have influence over you. That is different than denying the person your company.
As you move forward, others may become uncomfortable. As you step out of your comfort zone, you will have to find others who share your same vision. You are not leaving others behind as much as you are creating a circle of influence to reach your next level. Don’t be selfish and do not be afraid to reach out. The truth is, you most likely have something to offer those around you, even if you don’t believe it yet.
Unfortunately, we are typically the last person to see our gifts and believe in ourselves. When someone compliments you, accept it and file it away in your brain for those moments you are second guessing every decision you make. In conclusion, let go of the negativity and embrace your dreams. At the end of the day, it is up to you to make those dreams a reality.
Seriously, take a look through the internet and you will find pictures of every shape and size of people trying to tell you to buy their product in order to lose weight. I admit it, as an It Works Rep, I am continuously making suggestions to my friends about a product that will help them look or feel better.
Did you catch that? Lookor Feel better.
Intellectually, I know that beauty comes from within. First and foremost, you have to give your body proper nourishment. As a result of proper nourishment, you can expect beautiful skin, healthy hair and strong nails. Proper nourishment can also help you maintain a healthy gut that will reduce bloating and keep you regular.
The right nutrients will assist you in keeping a strong immune system, and high energy level. I believe in plant-based products, so when I have a friend who has a need, of course, I want to provide them with the top of the line supplements that will enhance their wellness. If I didn’t share what I believe to be amazing, what kind of friend would I be?
Consider the impact that social media also brings. We now have a new opportunity to compare ourselves with others. Unfortunately, we rarely know what photo is real and what has been altered. Therefore, unrealistic expectations continue to push us to a new level of frustration and negative thinking. Social media also offers an opportunity to participate in behind the scenes bashing. We have all been there. Consider when we post a photo that we actually like of our self and someone says something derogatory. From that point on, the majority of us will remove that photo and begin to focus on the aforementioned negative area.
Stop the Madness
I tell myself this daily and honestly, there are days I tell myself that hourly. I am a woman. My body has given me babies. I have endured multiple surgeries and injuries. Yet, because of my physical appearance, I was reluctant to become an It Works Rep or a trainer at my gym. I was worried about how other people would perceive me and my products and services.
Honestly, that pisses me off. I am so irritated that I would allow my own self-perception to limit the impact I may have on others. Yet, I still get frustrated with myself when I am going to meet someone and I can’t find anything that looks “just right”. I forget that five years ago I was undergoing major surgery that required extensive recovery. Or that 7 years ago I have just given birth. My body has been through changes that apparently my mind has forgotten.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to look your best. For instance, I LOVE my skin care line because it makes my skin look and feel fresh and glowing. However, globally, there is a sense of shame in wanting to do things to enhance our beauty. Seriously, what kind of crap is that? Why is it that we are shamed if we don’t look a certain way. When did it become the norm to be judged if we don’t fit into a certain size, and why are mocked for wanting to look and feel amazing?
I call bullshit.
Here is my advice. Be comfortable in your skin. Enhance what make YOU stand out from the crowd. Let yourself be pampered. You work hard and you deserve some love too. Stop letting comparison steal your joy. When you continue to worry about your appearance, you lose out on the moments happening before your eyes. Stop the madness.
Personally, I have vacillated between 115 and 175 my adult life. Could I be a size 5? Probably. However, I am NOT willing to give up the things I enjoy and revert back to skin and bones. As a mom, I don’t want my boys to see an unhealthy person who is always so worried about my appearance that I won’t share that delicious dessert with them.
I want them to see me as a determined woman who works hard at her businesses and who works out because I want to be strong. They have watched me use my wraps and understand them to be a skin care treatment (which they are). They see my passion for helping others and my focus on being healthy and strong.
So, my friends, mock away. I love when I see memes regarding no wraps, pills or gimmicks. I know what it takes to become stronger…it takes exercising and watching what you eat. Additionally, I know that many people need some help overcoming a plateau or to feel less guilty after a cheat meal. Honestly, I don’t care what you have to do to focus on your own wellness, just do something and believe you are worth it.
I have an advanced degree, I continually push myself out of my comfort zone and I routinely accept new challenges…but am I fulfilled?
What is fulfilled?
One thing I am is tired. Absolutely fucking exhausted. I tend to overextend myself and forget to stay in the moment. I feel as though I can do many things, however, I am not sure I do any of them well. Is that fulfillment?
For me, fulfillment is a sense of accomplishment. When I received my BSW, I was accomplished. I barely graduated from high school with a diploma, so receiving a college degree was pretty cool. However, I wanted more. For me, there is a sense of never reaching a goal because I keep changing where the golden ring is placed. I keep setting the bar higher and higher.
Is that a bad thing? I don’t believe so. I am not one to be content. I have an internal drive within me that pushes me to do more and be more. However, I am not afraid to stop and do nothing and sometimes I shut down and do just that. I restore, I connect with God, I connect with my family and I just let myself be.
But the next day I am up and moving toward another unseen goal.
Fulfillment in a title
For me, fulfillment is an illusion. It is something people strive for when they continue to push themselves into new and scary adventures. It is something external that they strive for. Perhaps it is confused with recognition or accolades.
For me, fulfillment is internal. What’s fulfilling for me is when my children recognize how hard their mom works. My boys often ask how many businesses I own or where I am working as I drive them to school. More importantly, my boys participate in my businesses and I hope I am teaching them a strong work ethic.
What I find fulfilling is when I hear my son tell me he loves me and he puts his little arms around my neck. I may be many things, but the golden ring goes to the title of being a mother. After years of being a child abuse specialist, knowing that I am impacting the lives of these living and breathing littles is indeed fulfilling.
Of all the titles, degrees and businesses I add to my name, being called mommy, mom, and mama are at the top of the list. And I will continue to strive to be what God has trusted me to be. And I will pray often for His guidance in helping me be who the boys need. Everything I work for is done around my boys. I am the first person they see when they awaken and I am the last person they see before they close their eyes at night.
For me, that is fulfillment. So in answer to my client’s question. Am I fulfilled? Yes, I can confidently say that I am.
:to be afraid of :expect with alarm, fear the worst
:to be afraid or apprehensive (feared for their lives)
January 1st typically brings a slew of new resolutions, new goals and new ideas. It is an opportunity to reflect on the previous year, in addition to providing the opportunity to make some positive changes. Therefore, every New Year, we tend to stand tall and make unrealistic resolutions. Why? The reasons are endless…regret, illness, injury, poor financial decisions, divorce, death, relocation, weight gain, poor diet, relationship issues, in need of spiritual direction…and fear.
We all have the ability to reach our goals. Too many times what stands between us and our destination is within ourselves. Previously, I had written a post about silencing the recurring old tapes in our minds. In many cases, it is those nasty little comments we silently tell ourselves that stops us from succeeding. Furthermore, those old tapes stop us dead in our tracks before we even make an effort to do something different than our norm.
Fear of Change
Complacency is comfortable. We are all provided amazing opportunities..however it is what we do with those opportunities that sets us apart from others. Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Are you doing it? What happened to your dreams? For the majority of people, blending in with the crowd continues to be more comfortable. Therefore anything that makes us stand out puts on too much pressure, hence we stay frozen in place.
New relationships, relocation or even accepting a new position at work can send many of you into an anxiety ridden tailspin. Why? Because we fear the unknown. We doubt ourselves. We are comfortable just where we are and whether we are happy or not fails to play into the dynamics.
Fear of Failure
Much as failure is a part of life, the majority of us don’t handle it well. I don’t know one person that easily accepts failure. Essentially, it feels like we are letting those old tapes win and giving credence to anyone who didn’t think we would be successful. However, what if we changed our perspective? What if we began to see failure for what it is? First of all, an opportunity to learn, furthermore an opportunity to improve.
Imagine what would have happened in Michael Jordan gave up when he missed a shot? We could all learn from his words of wisdom and his determination.
“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed”. Michael Jordan
Fear of Success
To me, this is the most powerful realm of fear. Virtually everyone I know who has begun a new adventure initially panics and wants to backpedal. Rather than move forward with blinders on, the majority of us become paralyzed by an inexplicable fear of succeeding. Why? What if we do succeed? First of all, becoming successful further sets us apart from our comfort zone. Becoming successful draws attention to us and raises people’s expectations, while additionally raising our own expectations.
God gave you the gift of life and an unlimited ability to achieve your dreams. He did not create you to fail, nor has He instilled fear within you. It is my opinion that when God places a dream within us, we are to go after it. Therefore, when we sense a feeling of fear, we need to pray. We need to reach out to those who support us, and we need to erase those nasty old tapes.
Let’s remember the wise words from an unknown source…
Contrary to what people think about GRIEF, it’s the little things. It’s not one giant reminder that propels us into a cascade of tears.
It’s the ornament forgotten in the box. The musical globe unpacked from the Christmas tub. The long forgotten shirt hidden in the back of a closet. It’s the inability to text with a question or sarcastic comment. It’s the memory of a long ago childhood that has been carefully tucked away.
Grief, 5 Stages
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross identified 5 stages of grief that must be gone through in order to move forward. I don’t think we ever recover, we just learn to live a new normal with a void in our lives. I have abbreviated the steps for this post, however for more information, follow this link.
*Denial – we have all been victims to denial. This is especially true when we have lost someone we love. Words such as “no, no, no, or in my case, “Mike Who” inevitably come out of our mouths as we try to convince ourselves that couldn’t have happened. We tell ourselves and others anything to create the illusion that what is happening isn’t real.
*Anger – We become angry…sometimes at the person, sometimes at the world. Furthermore, we question why that person would have been in that specific situation, why they didn’t help themselves, or why we didn’t help them. Anger is debilitating and often comes alongside guilt.
*Bargaining – We play mind games with ourselves and try to make deals with God. We think “if I can do this and that, than he will be OK” and so forth.
*Depression – heart wrenching, deep and dark feelings of emptiness or pain. Feeling as though the world will never be the same…and it won’t, however being in the present hurts, so it is easier to live in memories.
*Acceptance – you understand the loss is real and recognize the your life has changed. While you realize you will move forward, it is one small step at a time before you begin to find your new normal.
A New Normal
Many of us don’t like change. We become comfortable in our predictable lives , therefore anything that occurs to underscore that normalcy is difficult. When we lose someone we love, it seems like everything in our lives feels in chaos. The predictability of a text, a phone call or cry in the night is gone. The ability to walk into the kitchen and see our loved one has vanished. Their smell, touch and the sound of their voice is just gone.
Consequently, a new normal is what life looks like after that loss. While looking at us from from the outside it may not appear to be terribly different, however on the inside, many of us are forcing ourselves to get out of bed and face the day. Hence, others don’t see the struggle to go to the store and not shop for something special for our lost loved one, or see the sad smile as a long forgotten song begins to play.
A new normal means something different for everyone. With the holidays, keep in mind that not everyone will be celebrating this year. Respect your friend who has no desire to put out a Christmas Tree. Let them do things their way. Let them grieve. Share their memories and let them keep their loved ones alive.
Circle of Life
If only the Circle of Life was as easy as watching a Disney Move; consequently, we cry, we laugh, we go on with our day. The circle of life continues everyday; however, it seems like some days are just more difficult than others. Shoot, maybe some moments are more difficult than others. Don’t personalize your friend, for sometimes the anger is overwhelming and you are the unwilling outlet. Consequently, forgive them and just let them be as they learn how to live their new normal.
And most of all, to everyone who is learning to find their new normal, God bless. Do what you need to do for you. Hold the little things close, and the memories of your loved once closer. Furthermore, I give you permission to grieve your own way.
It comes in waves and affects every person differently.
11 years ago today, my husband and I learned that our daughter had died at 24 weeks and three days. She was still in the womb and I had to be induced for her to enter this world and wait over 24 hours for her to be born. After her birth, I remember the nurse bringing this tine, one pound little girl to me, wrapped tightly in a blanket. .
Chaney Renee was stillborn. I remember looking at her and her little nose turned up, just like mine. I cried as I held her close to my heart and I remember my father in law telling me that when you lose a baby on Earth, you have a baby to rock in Heaven. All I knew was that I hurt desperately and I was going home without my little girl. I didn’t realize until that experience that the hospital put a rose outside my door to signify that we had lost our child. This was their cue to not ask about our baby.
4 1/2 hours after giving birth,my husband and I walked out of the hospital. I had never felt so empty in my life and I remember thinking I would never be happy again. I remember wondering how I could be in the throws of grief while the world went on with their lives. Even walking through Target with my husband was so emotionally difficult, as all I could see were the baby girl clothes that we would never buy. Truthfully, I thought the crying would never stop.
I remember when my husband went back to work, I felt alone and terrified. My anxiety was incredibly high and my grief was overwhelming. I was mourning the loss of our baby, but as my husband explained, it was so much more. We were mourning the death of the dreams we had for her. Our little girl would never grow up and experience everything we, as parents, dreamed for her.
I vividly remember a few weeks later, working with my dad in our basement and painting the walls. My father hated to paint, but he wanted to keep me company, so together we painted. Out of the blue, I began singing, which is something I never thought I would do again. It was at that point, I knew I would be OK…I would never be the same, but I would be OK. God was with us through our journey and I knew our little girl was safely in His kingdom.
This experience helped me in my career as a social worker. I became more empathetic and I understood how a parent would do anything in their power to protect their children. You see, we knew from 12 weeks that Chaney had a genetic disorder. Testing showed she had Turners Syndrome in addition to some other anomalies. We knew she had a small chance for survival. We researched her condition and were given the option to terminate the pregnancy. We chose to let God guide us. Guaranteed that she would not suffer, we let her dictate her path and that allowed me to be as close to her as possible for her short life.
Weekly ultrasounds provided us with pictures of this sweet girl. She continued to be active until the week she was still. At some point within the week, she had passed away and as a mother I was unable to tell. I remember the doctor letting us know that she was gone and we were instantly put on the ward and labor was induced. I called my good friend and chaplain at the hospital I worked with to come and bless her, which he did. She was in God’s arms now and I needed to let her go.
Tomorrow marks the 11th anniversary of her birth. July 22nd will always be a difficult day for me and I rarely talk about this event in our lives, although it was one of the most traumatic times we have experienced.
This little girl taught me grace and empathy. She provided me with the ability to see my boys as gifts and I know she is watching over us as we grow older. When God calls me home, I will have a baby to rock and she will be whole and healthy, waiting with open arms for another hug from her mama.
Recently she was joined by my brother. He was 53 years old and passed away unexpectedly. My husband took the call and I will never forget the look on his face when he told me the news. I was in denial as I asked “Mike who”? My brother was my hero and had been since I was a child. We may not have had much communication, but we didn’t need to. We were five and 1/2 years apart and we were like oil and water. He was a trail blazer and made things happen. I often took and hard paths and walked the line between right and wrong. He never once shunned me and he was always there to support me, even if he didn’t agree with my decisions.
This grief is different. I feel as though I have been kicked in the gut as I look back over the years. My brother was the one who cared for me while my parents worked. He was the one who taught me to ride a motorcycle. He was the one that taught me that I could do anything if I worked hard enough.
He attended my basketball and softball games. He attended my graduations from high school and college. He was there for me to vent. We had plans to meet the day after he died, and through this experience, I have learned that sometimes tomorrow never comes.
This grief is different from the loss of our baby. I have memories with my brother and I watched him grow up and become an amazing husband and father. This loss carries the memories of a lifetime with him and a sadness for what we won’t experience together. He was one of my “rocks” and I hope that I can take what he taught me and help his wife and children through their lives.
To him, I was always the little sister who never grew up, or at least I always felt like that. I watched his children when they were little and I came to love his wife as a sister. She also taught me so much about family and what it means to accept one another. Her parents extended their home and love to me and treated me as family.
This loss was so unexpected. I know that God has a plan that we are not able to understand, and while I struggle with it, I know to trust in Him. While I hurt and sometimes experience waves of uncontrollable grief, I know that we will move forward and learn to live our “new normal” as my friend eloquently explained it.
So, my friends, remember that sometimes tomorrow never comes. Live your life and step out of your comfort zones. Allow yourself to laugh and be silly, as you go through your life. Let yourself impact others and let God work His Grace through you.