tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985911310047875162024-03-05T00:12:08.574-06:00BPositive. BFreeHonest words from an Honest womanB Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-29568306504500416822014-08-31T08:52:00.000-05:002014-08-31T08:52:35.136-05:00At The Speed Of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was thinking about the ebbs and flow of friendship this morning. Some paths diverge while others find a new common road and become in sync travel companions. My natural instinct is to "fix" the relationship that seems to be off kilter. But does it really need fixing? Or does it just need love, compassion and a little bit of time and understanding. Maybe the divergent paths are critical to longterm success of the friendship. And maybe the space that these separate roads bring us are just the fresh air we need to breathe.<br />
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Life in general feels like continual forks in the road lately. Some days I can't believe how efficient and accomplished I travel through my day. Other times I cannot understand who that super woman was soaring through the air.<br />
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I haven't however, been reprimanding myself for hanging up my super hero suit. Because life has a million different settings from, knitting on the couch all day to working 12 hours and still finding time to workout, make dinner, and not be too tired to give yourself a pat on the back. And while, the overachiever in me does enjoy the days of great "success," I am starting to understand that success comes from the slower settings as well.<br />
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I was collaging in a journal one evening, trying to find some understanding of my unrest. It was a Friday night. I felt a little queasy and exhausted from being in my first trimester still, and I bailed on a good friend to go home and sit in my own sort of misery to rest, but I simply couldn't. I felt guilty for not going out, I felt lazy for considering the option of watching TV, and I felt ugly and tired and fidgety. I gave myself a spiritual task for the night to try and find some answers. Based on a previous project I participated in, I was to find words and/or images that provide a name for my current path. "She was being true to herself," was the first phrase that made an impact, and more strongly even was "at the speed of life." Together they really spoke to me about what was happening inside. When I was feeling unrest and discomfort I needed to ask myself if I was really being true to my self, but also be kind to myself about the speed at which I was living.<br />
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I love a phrase that has a different meaning everything single day, and maybe even throughout the same day. It was a reminder to look at my needs for the day and go at that speed. It helped me be more patient with myself and took away the guilt of taking what I needed.<br />
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I look at this collaged phrase often because I tend to be hard on myself when I'm not wearing the so called super hero suit. I try to be mindful and tell myself to wear whatever suit I need to that day. Even on days where it feels like I don't have a choice (a work day, a travel day, a bill paying day) I remember that I do have a choice. I can take these actions at a speed that works for me internally and not allow the tasks around me to determine how I react.<br />
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I write about this today because I think today needs to flow at whatever speed we need it to and that includes the chores, the fun activities, the family time, friendships, and anything else that may be pulling us in a million different directions. Have some patience and know that the life you are living today is the absolute perfect speed. It is your current speed of life.<br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
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B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-88763189490752337042014-08-10T13:51:00.000-05:002014-08-10T13:51:54.117-05:00A Very Merry UnBirthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">I've missed blogging. I've missed sharing a piece if myself and having a space for all the things I think are beautiful. I haven't been hiding. I've been living. Just like I was living while I was blogging. But today I just missed it so here I am. I am blogging again on August 10th, the day after my 29th birthday.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">This morning I am knitting. And knitting always gets me thinking. It's so methodical and meditative. It's hard not to let my thoughts wander...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"><i>...maybe I should get back on my blog...maybe I should revamp my blog...maybe I should call my mom...or paint another flower pot for my front porch...is my vitamin making me sick?...I feel a little nauseous..or maybe I'm just hungry...Pregnancy leaves me feeling so strange sometimes...but I'm so happy to be pregnant...I'm so hopeful about the future...I'm also scared, but today I feel more hopeful...I'm content right now...just keep smiling and knitting and let your mind wander...maybe just write some of this down...</i></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">On my front porch I can watch people of all walks of life go by. A couple with their Pomeranian sitting up on the man's shoulders arguing about something loudly, a teenage boy with a scowl on his face who did not return my hello, and my neighbor on her bike all pass my little viewing spot. A hopeful hint of a breeze, not quite cool but somehow refreshing on this August day passes through my prayer flags and wind chimes. I take a deep breath and feel so thankful for the slow southern life I've been given. People drive too fast down my road and I have to remind myself not to feel anger. This is a peaceful moment and I can decide what I want it to be. My neighbors cats circle the area, too skittish to let me near them but they make me smile none the less. I love the life they bring to my neighborhood. My front porch is just my little observation deck.</span><br />
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<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">As I mentioned earlier, it's the day after my 29th birthday. My UnBirthday as A referred to it this morning lovingly. I'm excited to start the second day of my 29th year, sitting on my porch this morning enjoying this moment, knitting (and typing) to the Avett Brothers singing melodically in the background. Birthdays are certainly an opportunity for celebration and an </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">outpour</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"> of love and support from family and friends. But really, as it turns out UnBirthdays are just as important, more important even. They are the 364 other days, the </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">every days,</span><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"> that we live our lives. My 29th birthday was filled with magical wishes and so much love. But today feels remarkably </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">magical</span><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"> too. A slower and more reflective kind of day. With knitting needs in hand, and august sweat beads starting to form, I will turn my focus to the present and say thank you for all I have.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px;"> It is a very, special UnBirthday indeed.</span></span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">How will you spend your UnBirthday today?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">BPositive and BFree</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Love,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">B</span></div>
B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-71174437082477125822013-05-30T23:34:00.001-05:002013-05-30T23:34:05.530-05:00Listen... You might just be better for itI have always enjoyed listening to my friends, family and even strangers. Hearing about life, experiences, woes and gratitude. <div><br></div><div>Listening becomes more complicated when you add other factors. </div><div><br></div><div>Opinions. Ego. Authority. Knowledge.</div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes we prefer to be right than to listen to the other side. I am the first to admit my struggle with this challenge.</div><div><br></div><div>I've been listening when it's easy and natural but not always when there's the biggest potential to grow. Differences in opinion don't always have to lead to arguments. If we listen, receive and really consider another point of view, we may be opening up a hidden path. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNUFaX-wYMkdrhFF-K-yrTgimEGBMg1GZu5h37osJhEx5XFDRdgwcLzzu2SurceFI6jEae840vGs6rDF0DLhywBOvi1F1SMCB_hp-PZstUrOvOuK511GlXIriB9qdeHE8PoCzpe-B-xI/s640/blogger-image-1228870187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNUFaX-wYMkdrhFF-K-yrTgimEGBMg1GZu5h37osJhEx5XFDRdgwcLzzu2SurceFI6jEae840vGs6rDF0DLhywBOvi1F1SMCB_hp-PZstUrOvOuK511GlXIriB9qdeHE8PoCzpe-B-xI/s640/blogger-image-1228870187.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I am thankful for all those bright and vibrant individuals who came together tonight to bravely share creativity. I am better for listening to their thoughts. I am stronger for quieting my own. </div><div><br></div><div>BPositive, BFree, Listen and Grow!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDKhb8roEYOhuPPyUATsOHy1R3onLVrTclumeBlSk91AhvjXeMQMXsvYT3AzkuURyU35Pr73Dd1vE9QuQjS1Bx_StC5jAwrG2GznxDs5AIAXsF1mHe3-omeUXltrYSEAIWJuQU5I1h_M/s640/blogger-image-183143051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDKhb8roEYOhuPPyUATsOHy1R3onLVrTclumeBlSk91AhvjXeMQMXsvYT3AzkuURyU35Pr73Dd1vE9QuQjS1Bx_StC5jAwrG2GznxDs5AIAXsF1mHe3-omeUXltrYSEAIWJuQU5I1h_M/s640/blogger-image-183143051.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div>B</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-27046984840407877532013-05-29T22:03:00.001-05:002013-05-29T22:03:13.613-05:00Perfect MomentsI've been distracted these days. Books. Movies. Music. Exercise. Work. FOOD. (yup it's in capital letters for a reason and i have no shame!) These may just sound like every day life things which they are... But they keep my mind racing, my body constantly moving, the gears spinning and turning. <div><br></div><div>Today I stopped. I remembered a book a friend had given me. I hadn't picked it up much in the past. I'm a firm believer that when the time is right to read a book it will present itself. So I didn't push it. But today felt like the right time. </div><div><br></div><div>The first chapter said so perfectly...</div><div><br></div><div>...This is the perfect moment. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELfNcplmk0YPfAYZhyTbisyFP08DhFF9zbyV7EpjmS6Da5Ih0wUGIsXRLjCkAgWzWNQdY7qFK7hd2kQBJNd75oQisO2D-2XQi1IR_ay0k4Kz7INrzbQwgXKDe8nSSmJn6rFJL_wRegf8/s640/blogger-image--940154089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELfNcplmk0YPfAYZhyTbisyFP08DhFF9zbyV7EpjmS6Da5Ih0wUGIsXRLjCkAgWzWNQdY7qFK7hd2kQBJNd75oQisO2D-2XQi1IR_ay0k4Kz7INrzbQwgXKDe8nSSmJn6rFJL_wRegf8/s640/blogger-image--940154089.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And it was! I heard the fly stuck in the house buzzing around. Felt the cozy carpet under my bare feet. Stretched my legs and felt the painful pull of post run soreness. I tasted sweet mango in my smoothie and smiled at how much my senses had just come alive on command.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSiDbnBWNE2C4AdJmspqCJJpQGXFX35vQUQLXKlGmRnb9i7hOcVsDvjRIxaVghLXQa1m_u6YnWFs21CbJTEDLg0grCLJwOjfSMsOgJ8VUsAlS3ecKqYftnwl92eINRuZmy3rfj10AvaU/s640/blogger-image--1085683873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSiDbnBWNE2C4AdJmspqCJJpQGXFX35vQUQLXKlGmRnb9i7hOcVsDvjRIxaVghLXQa1m_u6YnWFs21CbJTEDLg0grCLJwOjfSMsOgJ8VUsAlS3ecKqYftnwl92eINRuZmy3rfj10AvaU/s640/blogger-image--1085683873.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Such a small simple command. </div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes we need a little reminder. A mantra. </div><div><br></div><div>This is the perfect moment. </div><div><br></div><div>And it really is. </div><div><br></div><div>BPostive and BFree!</div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div>B</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-59293574878102190812013-04-13T16:53:00.001-05:002013-04-13T16:53:38.196-05:00Intentional beginningsWhen we start a new project in life we usually have some form of expectation for the outcome. Over the last 10 days I took part in a commitment to eating whole foods, no sugar and no breads, alcohol or caffeine. "A" did the cleanse with me. We both set some intentions that were personal to us. <br />
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My intentions were different from his and for the first time we both felt satisfied while eating a similar diet. It got me reflecting on other aspects of my life and why I am often disappointedly, afraid or unwilling to make changes. <br />
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Intentions are reasonable expectations you have for yourself. Expectations that are kind and gentle and understanding of your heart. They give you the opportunity to feel accomplished and provide the confidence to take bigger more passionate strides. <br />
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Some days my only intention is to be ok. To be ok with my body, my job, my life.... Other time I feel the greatness rise up, a need to create and be loud! A need to indulge in my love for all that I have and all that I am. <br />
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I realized today that I have built a life where I am because I decided to. I made the decision to try new things, be bold, volunteer, host meetups, walk into tea shops and offer my helping hand if not only for an hour a week... These intentions have led to a life I could not have anticipated. People I never expected to meet. Friends I never knew I would cherish. Reflecting on these intentional steps reminds me that I always have choices and new opportunities available to me.<br />
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Today my intention is to reflect and say thank you. To dream without inhibition. And to smile deep from within. And to share my thoughts with all of you :) <br />
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What will your intentions be today? Small or large, I think they'll be quite impactful. <br />
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BPositive and BFree! <br />
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Love,<br />
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While I've felt the initial buzz of the new season, my routine hasn't yet caught up. I've been working a lot (think cubicle...) My husband "A" too. We're in the early stages of a new business and it's not always easy. In our tired state we often fall prey to our winter comforts...Not so kind foods...Movies and TV... Holing up in our house on the couch...<br />
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But March is bursting through my windows!! so why am I finding it hard to break these winter habits?<br />
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I talked to "A" about my dilemma. I want to embrace my playful side again and open my heart to all the beautiful gifts around me.<br />
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So we made a jar. A playful jar. A jar with ideas for activities, outings, and ways to just love our surroundings. I thought I would share some of these.<br />
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Finger paint. Dance in the rain. Muppet graffiti. Drive 50 miles outside of town in any direction. Hit the swings at the park. Make a fort. Side walk chalk. Frisbee. Skip rocks in the bay. Star gaze. Dance party! Just to name a few.<br />
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Yesterday we sat in the park decorating rocks (this is muppet graffiti in case you were wondering) with vibrant colors and love to leave for others to find. It was a concrete plan that turned into running around the gazebo, taking silly pictures and then tossing the frisbee around the park. "A" challenged me to see if I could get the frisbee through the tree branches. A game that failed in execution but resulted in uncontrollable laughter. We played. We actually let go and played like children. Free from the bills, the business and all the responsibility. It felt so good!<br />
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With winter just barely behind us it's not always easy to shift. Coming to the surface should be a gentle experience. Small actions. Embracing the energizing sunlight. Opening the windows. Challenging yourself to a new and maybe silly activity. And maybe even finding a way to PLAY that's right for you!<br />
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An open heart gives way to a free spirit<br />
A free spirit changes as she pleases<br />
She embraces her beauty<br />
She's knows that all beauty around her is simple and real<br />
She stops to smell the roses and picks one for herself because roses are meant to be shared.<br />
She lives brightly.<br />
Sparkles deeply.<br />
Loves passionately.<br />
Plays jubilantly.<br />
Her actions are deep hues of sapphire, emerald and garnet.<br />
She's Alive.<br />
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Happy spring my dear friends!<br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
Love,<br />
B<br />
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Harmonic wind chimes dancing. <br />
Crisp breeze. <br />
Church bells singing.<br />
Sunshine. <br />
Radiator humming. <br />
Hot sweet milky tea. <br />
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What rejuvenates you this Sunday morning? <br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
Love,<br />
B <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFn1wR-A4SBdnm1qn9tsqr1xg6BJ2MZbAYcaRiELDKzAF75ur4AhHOFeYFishvwEtljEL07L69CXCZ5IQyfNYXY3Iugud-q5xu45ruwUwW4ReufXg9a9V98hexNbYGpEyMmsToKrPpcA/s640/blogger-image-1463455442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFn1wR-A4SBdnm1qn9tsqr1xg6BJ2MZbAYcaRiELDKzAF75ur4AhHOFeYFishvwEtljEL07L69CXCZ5IQyfNYXY3Iugud-q5xu45ruwUwW4ReufXg9a9V98hexNbYGpEyMmsToKrPpcA/s640/blogger-image-1463455442.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0G0J2r13aQ8p6rEknbQE-Le5zaQuPvGFXhwy2q5ITlTGUtoKiOrUTAsMEZ8egTLzJfj3rWva2-51ET2YEQGeJP7pV5yNerl33GZ2MhZRnXuFzivPeRpR9t9tE-1mIAeVg9TVAl13meM/s640/blogger-image-1211903067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0G0J2r13aQ8p6rEknbQE-Le5zaQuPvGFXhwy2q5ITlTGUtoKiOrUTAsMEZ8egTLzJfj3rWva2-51ET2YEQGeJP7pV5yNerl33GZ2MhZRnXuFzivPeRpR9t9tE-1mIAeVg9TVAl13meM/s640/blogger-image-1211903067.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGoVDw20k40rG2tG1Gmfe5u-Mr-VakxXMlLQ7lzvijNVh9NXMwvc14k9_vuCuWgKO5hn8TbIYmboNdLCdgNIGnyQBAA24Szp408UoccahvOiGrjGKzAvKWV3lMNhUidlMhlXmly9j3_k/s640/blogger-image--413007791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGoVDw20k40rG2tG1Gmfe5u-Mr-VakxXMlLQ7lzvijNVh9NXMwvc14k9_vuCuWgKO5hn8TbIYmboNdLCdgNIGnyQBAA24Szp408UoccahvOiGrjGKzAvKWV3lMNhUidlMhlXmly9j3_k/s640/blogger-image--413007791.jpg" /></a></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-38412641556955202512013-02-23T12:29:00.001-06:002013-02-23T12:40:22.753-06:00The Sadness HandkerchiefI go months and months without crying real tears. And then one day they all come out, representing every emotion repressed or previously misled. Today I couldn't find the right distraction. My husband A has a lot going on. Everyone feels so far away. Most of them are at least a plane ride. <br />
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From my bed I saw a perfect little white handkerchief with the letter B embroidered on the corner, perched on the mantel. It's been untouched by tears, perfectly preserved in the old cigar box painted powder blue. It was a gift of thanks with meaning deeper than I can explain in words. It felt the right time to put it to use. I wrote down a few words on small pieces of paper. Short. Sweet. Telling words. Words that belong to my heart. That are for my eyes only. <br />
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I share this because we all have sadness that creeps out from the darkness. And maybe letting it out one word, one tear or one thought at a time will provide you with the relief it provided me. <br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
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It's not that I'm anti-valentines day. In fact I love any day that people choose to celebrate love and not hate. We spend so much of our time finding the flaws in the world. What's not refreshing about a day devoted to the compassion in our hearts? <br />
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Although A and I probably won't do anything out of the ordinary on the 14th of February I wanted to recognize that I'm glad we have a day devoted to love. I still have the valentines day cards my dad gave me growing up and I like hearing about people's plans and how they choose to celebrate. Love is a good topic. We should have more days about love!<br />
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This February I got crafty (I know...what month do I not get crafty?) I get to see A everyday and tell him I love him but I don't get to do that for the other loves in my life. It's one of the ways I know how to show I care. Making things truly comes from the heart and I'm glad to have so many to share it with. <br />
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Happy day of love! <br />
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BPositive and BLoving! <br />
Love,<br />
B <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZYDZVENzoauaVb7ViWGxxd5X7xItqmCpxjoVWzwpxghlPSy2MSCKjB5hlMnFJsCuzV8x7Jdn0j6MoFzAhovehgk6Eo1os0LUukAZsGENbzU5uOediEhgCiwAO-0RntDhLVp0gjIinHE/s640/blogger-image-207094942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZYDZVENzoauaVb7ViWGxxd5X7xItqmCpxjoVWzwpxghlPSy2MSCKjB5hlMnFJsCuzV8x7Jdn0j6MoFzAhovehgk6Eo1os0LUukAZsGENbzU5uOediEhgCiwAO-0RntDhLVp0gjIinHE/s640/blogger-image-207094942.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWXm3cFNlCD1U-dr3sz_I3IU2hRPth5Tt9TVoJZOAQOiNz_IsgELufB6tw0rVZGMvBZl2N7tbNR0wa4pV8HZM-1zRcSe-DsVGKmRcolcgSnll0pIZ9hG6dXFH41l3AKkqZn1ajQDzMr4/s640/blogger-image--33496196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWXm3cFNlCD1U-dr3sz_I3IU2hRPth5Tt9TVoJZOAQOiNz_IsgELufB6tw0rVZGMvBZl2N7tbNR0wa4pV8HZM-1zRcSe-DsVGKmRcolcgSnll0pIZ9hG6dXFH41l3AKkqZn1ajQDzMr4/s640/blogger-image--33496196.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiWZ6xgSqxqTSl9h1gZl2X0_WOPcCyz-6Jer_yEbGGYX3YCvkZJ-4wL5dH1LJOA4Dl1GIsz3D85jUPN-K7RpwsTC2cjhAgrWM4wE8q00dpxZKuwLbBh0BHsEJyyNtlNMsreAi6UZSA8Q/s640/blogger-image-1665666399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiWZ6xgSqxqTSl9h1gZl2X0_WOPcCyz-6Jer_yEbGGYX3YCvkZJ-4wL5dH1LJOA4Dl1GIsz3D85jUPN-K7RpwsTC2cjhAgrWM4wE8q00dpxZKuwLbBh0BHsEJyyNtlNMsreAi6UZSA8Q/s640/blogger-image-1665666399.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjREWOQwD7Zj0DW__WpVuZTwJeTlUGbaeRJtBc4idxqi2RXfeSNoa80wJs-4EazOoNnOThMZ0YNf1lwHNywb768vuLBg2AM8N4kk0qcL3Sv305M6dzh_VkT-ztpa3VY_HGwKHt6AFkFH4/s640/blogger-image--1361972241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjREWOQwD7Zj0DW__WpVuZTwJeTlUGbaeRJtBc4idxqi2RXfeSNoa80wJs-4EazOoNnOThMZ0YNf1lwHNywb768vuLBg2AM8N4kk0qcL3Sv305M6dzh_VkT-ztpa3VY_HGwKHt6AFkFH4/s640/blogger-image--1361972241.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJpsizaQhM5gvcDHOVQeBUBee1tfDtWVa1iAFRJHIayrT1CUrMLG3h1UxtevDRC0A80bLwZ3M4fJBvkqi1qvv93-ORHreLzcknefI6EG36g5B5konIdtvF0a50xmtZRVQtvVv-yI_SEE/s640/blogger-image--1947939839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJpsizaQhM5gvcDHOVQeBUBee1tfDtWVa1iAFRJHIayrT1CUrMLG3h1UxtevDRC0A80bLwZ3M4fJBvkqi1qvv93-ORHreLzcknefI6EG36g5B5konIdtvF0a50xmtZRVQtvVv-yI_SEE/s640/blogger-image--1947939839.jpg" /></a></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-54953995704369821522013-02-06T09:05:00.001-06:002013-02-06T09:05:30.463-06:00Call me domestic...A and I like to start our morning together. It's easy to be distracted by iPads and morning text messages. But I try and make it a point to make breakfast and sit together. Even it's just sitting sleepily at the same table (I'm a bit more of a morning person than A....) <br />
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Call me domestic, but I love to cook. The art of preparing something that is nourishing and vibrant is exactly what I need to start my day. Veganism has given me the opportunity to make all sorts of things for breakfast that I may not have made in the past. I thought I'd share some photos from our morning. <br />
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It takes a little extra effort but it makes all the difference in how we start our day. Happy morning friends! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPcjHpIIWAqqXENcmOMc2f_0dB_aWvYstQVwVsjL3feSclM8VfvhtNVzxDXLhoX-IeiSccwAnttZH7PiuWNdlA7sLVFjgjQijB5VI5NihSUXxsy2jT1u388eBeswplNpYzDYY1h3Bf6M/s640/blogger-image--65371862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPcjHpIIWAqqXENcmOMc2f_0dB_aWvYstQVwVsjL3feSclM8VfvhtNVzxDXLhoX-IeiSccwAnttZH7PiuWNdlA7sLVFjgjQijB5VI5NihSUXxsy2jT1u388eBeswplNpYzDYY1h3Bf6M/s640/blogger-image--65371862.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRh0rQMDcWewkrm_XI-GmMs2tENUmBBfGjU4KASS_zG_5vpsWqC61ini7XB1lEJmGkFL928AETM0i_qwf3gxTob5f8Z8m0nakk75qzYvyDyUKSSohQ_XWIoo98lwVrqgy5UMoG1gbb0pA/s640/blogger-image-557704511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRh0rQMDcWewkrm_XI-GmMs2tENUmBBfGjU4KASS_zG_5vpsWqC61ini7XB1lEJmGkFL928AETM0i_qwf3gxTob5f8Z8m0nakk75qzYvyDyUKSSohQ_XWIoo98lwVrqgy5UMoG1gbb0pA/s640/blogger-image-557704511.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-ur-DUlIxYiG9e8YVn9LPSfIHY819gDKqHMCiJiNSW7b9LUPGlB0K1HTvCdiT6MUHkzppDOZPMKRxsRrxVf1YUlwZwxfcaQ9SazaaJw8ZJEk5arwhld2Jbi-n2-OXPIIiVRGjdIR_lI/s640/blogger-image-1632254966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-ur-DUlIxYiG9e8YVn9LPSfIHY819gDKqHMCiJiNSW7b9LUPGlB0K1HTvCdiT6MUHkzppDOZPMKRxsRrxVf1YUlwZwxfcaQ9SazaaJw8ZJEk5arwhld2Jbi-n2-OXPIIiVRGjdIR_lI/s640/blogger-image-1632254966.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY83DG9DgsuZdw4HiW-MJzUEqFZLA8OlzCcQLbipzyYIquNNzJcmA5SxBiL7YUmhvCV1a9mi5ZB3hWyG-N4y7s1fThZTYlAj8x1k4DTwbvKAZWzvwGLrCiHGbkDAZays2qDLXxAracMF4/s640/blogger-image-895961031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY83DG9DgsuZdw4HiW-MJzUEqFZLA8OlzCcQLbipzyYIquNNzJcmA5SxBiL7YUmhvCV1a9mi5ZB3hWyG-N4y7s1fThZTYlAj8x1k4DTwbvKAZWzvwGLrCiHGbkDAZays2qDLXxAracMF4/s640/blogger-image-895961031.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-e-GCC4HqRc43xDhVZnkVEASJEczWmbZdbcziERtVigyGe_AMIn57r1FOXa2M44zocq11aI4XfEVEtM95_d3Y-PtiorbGB4RovBxAZ_jdac2kNWwHAtLfdEH2oq_BQ9FpMSHwpOm6Gs/s640/blogger-image--1838362499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-e-GCC4HqRc43xDhVZnkVEASJEczWmbZdbcziERtVigyGe_AMIn57r1FOXa2M44zocq11aI4XfEVEtM95_d3Y-PtiorbGB4RovBxAZ_jdac2kNWwHAtLfdEH2oq_BQ9FpMSHwpOm6Gs/s640/blogger-image--1838362499.jpg" /></a></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-726109896172234152013-01-31T10:16:00.001-06:002013-01-31T10:16:23.734-06:00Rise and Create!Who says you have to start your day with the same routine morning after morning?<br />
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Coffee.... Paper.... Run off to work.... <br />
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Try something different. I'm certain it will give you an extra boost :)<br />
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Yesterday I pulled out a few paints and started a little project. It was only 5 minutes or so of painting but it was such a sweet way to start my day. <br />
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Thought I would share some morning inspiration! Happy Thursday friends!<br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
B <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVj2_qy2NsMRngpRvsjPtuzPZjHnQw4WQgZnR-BVO8vux54t143b6egyML0jIpERMVkpYQfJ4tu-NnnBHGLClBLh9OZzj-NG5HpBwQw5GeHlvYqVDo43eP8gBVxssk2dIms8HhZXcdOQ/s640/blogger-image--830968610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVj2_qy2NsMRngpRvsjPtuzPZjHnQw4WQgZnR-BVO8vux54t143b6egyML0jIpERMVkpYQfJ4tu-NnnBHGLClBLh9OZzj-NG5HpBwQw5GeHlvYqVDo43eP8gBVxssk2dIms8HhZXcdOQ/s640/blogger-image--830968610.jpg" /></a></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-5583689539823997632013-01-17T08:07:00.001-06:002013-01-17T08:11:27.750-06:00Replenish Your PoolIt's amazing how the culmination of a week or even a day can leave us dazed and confused. What happened? How did my emotions go from happy and peaceful to irritable and frustrated in such a short period of time? <br />
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It's usually not one thing but a myriad of events that bring us to our "breaking points." This is where I usually analyze, compartmentalize, write, talk, and pray. <br />
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And from all that there are often very simple things that bring me back to even grounds. <br />
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-taking one hour to myself in the morning to drink tea, read, write, listed to music, or watch a TV show <br />
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-take time for myself after work to run or read or shop or cook <br />
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-do a project for my house on my sewing machine or knit something for myself <br />
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The key is to do something for YOU. Whether we are mothers, wives, husbands, providers, sisters, brothers, or someone's best friend, we spend a lot of our day doing things for other people. The beauty in the world is because of this. But we must refill our pools and find love for ourselves when we're tired and stressed. It's no ones job but our own to give ourselves what we truly need. And sometimes that is just a little time. <br />
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This morning, feeling as though I needed a week to recuperate from my last few days I'm surprisingly refreshed and alive. Simply because I let myself enjoy tea and my journal and a little blog time. <br />
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Now I'm ready to go and take on this chilly Pensacola morning and all that it holds! <br />
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What will you do for YOU today? Refill your pool! <br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
B <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEy66mpBEgtMeUnWGjB09GUgGGMcTsqpCfJ3xqiY9ARacWsXGiTGqycZcCeDMw-LQrILfqG2Idw10hkVeuE382y84Udr6C5kDYDlHxXIio1AJT9F3GxSMiR1HY73rTvn20AqbsSk-5QLc/s640/blogger-image--1524479246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEy66mpBEgtMeUnWGjB09GUgGGMcTsqpCfJ3xqiY9ARacWsXGiTGqycZcCeDMw-LQrILfqG2Idw10hkVeuE382y84Udr6C5kDYDlHxXIio1AJT9F3GxSMiR1HY73rTvn20AqbsSk-5QLc/s640/blogger-image--1524479246.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dtxoF1eG0yD_2ukUzp41JMF0Mxh_3DuKsDznigCcD00tCFCb5hmpB48H1hetv6W4XxpFPLwHYwhg11jIoMhixhRg9NnDn-qOm947O-i3hW6p259oqbX-0M6c5whH9lUrdYkqVqc1z4I/s640/blogger-image--667583775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dtxoF1eG0yD_2ukUzp41JMF0Mxh_3DuKsDznigCcD00tCFCb5hmpB48H1hetv6W4XxpFPLwHYwhg11jIoMhixhRg9NnDn-qOm947O-i3hW6p259oqbX-0M6c5whH9lUrdYkqVqc1z4I/s640/blogger-image--667583775.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2OInUEiB1W1_m3EOPuqlu8uLxLmPgzWbAtZ1IuRXYDL6yCOFKjsxQ3aUP1uCDsZB4h8QOCNNZAnKbxAKCuQt7L-XvFkyc1xm6KQkwL4Y8uZ6i12IAXJntAlhqsSlxy1dMgUaO0c4PYE/s640/blogger-image--420080990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2OInUEiB1W1_m3EOPuqlu8uLxLmPgzWbAtZ1IuRXYDL6yCOFKjsxQ3aUP1uCDsZB4h8QOCNNZAnKbxAKCuQt7L-XvFkyc1xm6KQkwL4Y8uZ6i12IAXJntAlhqsSlxy1dMgUaO0c4PYE/s640/blogger-image--420080990.jpg" /></a></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-63475497813920000892013-01-13T21:52:00.001-06:002013-01-13T21:52:21.494-06:00Tunnel VisionI started a new job this past week. Every day had constant work, fast pace schedules, and influxes of new information. I was traveling down the the work tunnel. <br />
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At the same time I found this tunnel to be a distraction. It occurred to me just how distracted I had been when I was falling apart at the drop of a hat and shouting at my poor husband A for absolutely nothing that he had inflicted. <br />
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Mid freak out I had no idea what my problem was. I had a great week. I was happy to be settling back into the swing of things. I've been catching up with friends and learning my new job.<br />
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It turns out that my focused energy on work and orderly life was really just a distraction from dealing with my emotions. Feelings about being home and then leaving again. Feelings about this next phase in my life and in my marriage. Feelings about distance between me and all these people I love. Feelings about my purpose here and how I'm meant to have an impact. <br />
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All and all the freak out was welcome and necessary. I know I can't ignore these feelings. I have to find balance in doing my work in a focused fashion without tunneling into a falsely perfect life. Life is not perfect and tunnel vision is only a distraction from what's really going on. <br />
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This weeks focus will be about balance and about embracing all the truths that come with this crazy life. <br />
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Have a great start to your week! How will you create balance? <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8BIuZW0oaAYa7LzE0UO_4Nok0PcMyCYYvF6mM_3MPNc9Hj9kh9dzD2vGl4UYy-EnQ1osbtWcfRi7BYtJNM-JbL9UA412xQllChSL2FFL0UxMeh45xL-2L6WO6nvSdXZ1TkPACmvo9Ps/s640/blogger-image-1931937698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8BIuZW0oaAYa7LzE0UO_4Nok0PcMyCYYvF6mM_3MPNc9Hj9kh9dzD2vGl4UYy-EnQ1osbtWcfRi7BYtJNM-JbL9UA412xQllChSL2FFL0UxMeh45xL-2L6WO6nvSdXZ1TkPACmvo9Ps/s640/blogger-image-1931937698.jpg" /></a></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-79162768537403428712013-01-06T14:17:00.001-06:002013-01-06T14:18:33.687-06:00Cherish and Be CherishedHappy 2013 my friends. Words are pouring from my pen today. Having spent 14 beautiful days with my family and friends I am fulfilled and yet sad to be so very far away yet again. I'm moved to laugh and cry and I'm not sure which is stronger. What I do know is that I am truly feeling today. Not ignoring, hiding or over overcompensating in my actions. I am sitting here, alive and vulnerable and at the mercy of my thoughts and feelings. There's no question that there are terrifying aspects to these actions. Who would have thought it to be so frightening to sit with our thoughts and not succumb to distractions? <br />
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I decided to make a list. What would I like this year to bring? <br />
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I have everything on my list from "staying connected with my family" to "growing in my professional life" to "dancing and singing more freely and frequently." My list ended surprisingly with "being cherished" subsequent to "cherishing my relationships." As I thought about the people in my life that I love so very much it felt natural to focus on cherishing them through words and actions. To my surprise I became aware of my emotional stubbornness. There is so much love in my life that I often have difficulty receiving. I've built sound structures to avoid the hurt of distance and dissonance, a disservice to myself and others. It's a two way street this thing called love and if we want to truly cherish one another we must be cherished ourselves. <br />
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So this year among many other things I plan to cherish and be cherished. I hope you can do the same. <br />
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BPositive and BCherished (and happy new year!) <br />
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Love,<br />
B <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBrkn2y8Rtn4aXj-AkFjubfsTlpZphsa4RsmdXvI7tCrkgOWaT9R8JW71tgE-t7XzflfQ-CKMoO-OFgzHtrJGAELTQuFxGqDNRp1OtZWAj3FIzHvg8YD_METGff9A_g0ZZA1vVwiAwxUM/s640/blogger-image-1292602134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBrkn2y8Rtn4aXj-AkFjubfsTlpZphsa4RsmdXvI7tCrkgOWaT9R8JW71tgE-t7XzflfQ-CKMoO-OFgzHtrJGAELTQuFxGqDNRp1OtZWAj3FIzHvg8YD_METGff9A_g0ZZA1vVwiAwxUM/s640/blogger-image-1292602134.jpg" /></a></div>B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com1Southeast Pensacola Pensacola30.472473 -87.209584tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-45911707320250375082012-11-27T09:30:00.000-06:002012-11-27T09:32:48.871-06:00Kindness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was reading a book written by my new friend S. As soon as I opened the cover I knew it would sit right in my heart. She started her story with a quote:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.100000381469727px;">"Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.100000381469727px;">~Mother Teresa</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.100000381469727px;">I haven't been able to get these words out of my head. They remind me that no matter what is happening in our jobs, families, or friendships that may be challenging if we practice Mother Teresa's words we have a positive purpose in life every single day.</span><br />
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B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-81788539955619203592012-11-04T18:23:00.001-06:002012-11-04T18:24:43.671-06:00The Good, The Bad and Everything in BetweenAB is going out for drinks for her birthday... CD is getting married... EF just had a baby... GH is gearing up for the big game...IJ just ran 5 miles...KL is watching her daughter's ballet recital... MN is having a perfectly fall day in New England... And so on and so on and so on... <br />
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We all do this. And there is no shame in it. In fact as soon as I'm finished this post is going straight to my Facebook page... <br />
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But it got me thinking about how we feel about ourselves and others at the various stages of our lives. We usually share the good stuff, the joyous stuff, the photos that make us shine. Sometimes we share the woes of bad days, sleepless nights and boss horror stories. But this post is not really about Facebook. It's about YOU. It's about ME. It's about all of US. It's about life.<br />
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This is a reminder to be kind to yourself. Be gentle with your own state of mind. Be patient with your life and your happiness. Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, do it for you. Do it for your happiness. Just because someone is celebrating doesn't mean you have to feel ashamed for shedding a tear. You don't have to be perfect. You can feel disappointed. You can have a bad day or a great one too. Just feel whatever you feel for your sake and no one else's. and celebrate wherever you are in life right now. <br />
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As I've always been open here I'll share where I am. I'm tired. I'm overworked. I miss spending time with husband. My house is a mess. I'm enjoying eating what I like because I run every weekend. I love being a vegan but i miss cheese! I don't always love work but I find something I enjoy about it every day. I wish I could be home more. I miss my family. I love my friends here and they cheer me up. Sometimes I post good things about my life because it makes me feel better. When I'm exhausted I want to just scream at people! This could go on and on. Its definitely not perfect but it's where I am. I don't shout it out much because its so far from perfect. But tomorrow I'm going to celebrate my life. All the good, all the bad and everything in between. <br />
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Let yourself shine in EVERYTHING tomorrow. Celebrate the present you :) Below are two pictures. One that represents the me that loves where I am and the me that hates it! It feels kind of freeing to show the ugly! Try it.. I dare you<br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
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I'm taking a short break from working in the sun to sit in doors and have a cup of Darjeeling black tea. It's soothing to sit here and reflect particularly when my life has recently gotten a bit more hectic.<br />
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My very dear friend M came to visit last week. I'm still sailing on the sea of strength that we provide for one another. Her words are comforting. Her insights are uplifting. Her friendship is something I cherish everyday.<br />
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Often a similar theme surfaces in our lives and we are able to relate on the topic. The current issue at hand is endurance.<br />
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In a race you need endurance and in life you need endurance. Maybe it's to get through a tough day, week or month. Maybe it's a whole season of growth that requires one to endure through and through. I feel like perhaps I'm in that season.<br />
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I know there is light at the end but part of endurance is not thinking about the end. When I know I'll be running 10 miles, I often can't even thinking about the finish line until I have only about a mile to go.<br />
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Lets call this season a 20 miler....<br />
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This season involves a lot of work both physically and emotionally, often from early in the day until late into the night, and in particular this season involves enduring and learning from things I know are not my future callings.<br />
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How does one sit in an office they know will soon no longer be their home? How does one participate in work that sometimes contradicts their beliefs? How does one take on new work for the sake of making things a little lighter even though it is so far from their passions?<br />
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I'll keep you posted and let you know...<br />
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Is there room to grow in these days to come? of course. Will I adapt, learn and even find joy in my daily work? I expect so. Will I have to be where I am forever? Nope.<br />
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Part of endurance is not just accepting it, not just going through the motions, not just taking it for what it is like a rock in the middle of a river, water flowing around it's rigid body. Endurance is about <i>feeling</i> it, <i>experiencing</i> it and letting it change you for the better.<br />
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I accept my challenge for all that comes with it! What challenges must you endure?<br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
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B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-55369950502812910592012-10-03T08:17:00.000-05:002012-10-03T08:17:18.840-05:00New Insights<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You can listen to the same song over and over again. And walk the same path each day without a second thought. Go about routines and daily habits.<br />
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But when you stop and listen or really look, each day has something special to offer. On my way to work today I listened to a favorite song for the umpteenth time and a line struck me that had never left an impression before:<br />
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"So much I know, that things just don't grow if you don't bless them with your patience."<br />
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How had I not <i>heard</i> these words before?<br />
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I always need words of patience and these were of particular help to me as lately I have been doing nothing more but yearning for what's next.<br />
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So today I bless my life, my time, my tasks, and my words with patience. Things will surely grow from here.<br />
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What can you find in your routines that gives you some new insight? Leave a comment!<br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
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B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-10847410288436774792012-10-01T17:51:00.001-05:002012-10-01T18:00:49.943-05:00Celebrate You TodayI don't like chaos<br />
Or messes in my house<br />
I thrive during times of change<br />
I'm cranky when I'm tired<br />
I'm sometimes independent<br />
But have no qualms in saying I often lean on my husband for strength.<br />
I don't always take criticism well<br />
I sometimes think things are personal when they're not. <br />
I get frustrated when I see my own flaws represented in others<br />
I control things <br />
I live with my heart<br />
I need lists to remember even three things to do. <br />
I sometimes live for tomorrow and not for today <br />
I don't always see things through to the end. <br />
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These are my flaws. <br />
These are my forever chances to grow. <br />
These things are part of who I am. <br />
Today instead of putting pressure on myself to be a better me. I am going to embrace everything about me and celebrate it all. They are what make me who I am after all...<br />
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Celebrate yourself today. You deserve it. Because you are amazing. <br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
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But this state of mind has me thinking about why these past few nights have been restless. A is on a deadline to publish the latest author at his publishing company. It's a complicated photo heavy cookbook with a complex layout. <br />
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A is stressed. He comes home in the middle of the night after working 16 hrs straight to get the book to the printer by Thursday. When A is stressed I am stressed. <br />
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But why? Why do we do this to ourselves? Is it empathy? Is I frustration that the situation weren't something different? When he's not home until 2 am why cant I just be sleeping? <br />
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These situations continue to teach me about being a teammate, a partner, a wife. How can I be the best supporter possible and when do I draw the line?<br />
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I guess i don't have all the answers yet but I know a few things. When we're tired, stressed, overworked and impatient, we have to let ourselves feel whatever we're feeling. Write it down. Get it out. Talk it out. But in the end remind ourselves that the feeling will end and a celebration will ensue. There is a always a finish line and if you don't feel like you've crossed it, you just have to push a little further. <br />
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A's company's book will be awesome. And it will get done in time. At some point (maybe tonight!) I will sleep and feel much better. And we will learn how to support each other during times like these better and better with practice. <br />
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There is beauty in struggle and ultimately how we come out on the other side. <br />
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Hope you can find beauty in your challenges today! <br />
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BPositive and BFree! <br />
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Love,<br />
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Take some time to slow down today even if just for a little while. It's important to let ourselves enjoy the slow processes and not worry about what task is next to come. <br />
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BPositive and BFree! <br />
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Love,<br />
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Today's beautiful thing comes in the form of an article I found titled: The City that Ended Hunger<br />
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This article was a ray of hope and sunshine on a day that I felt tired, sluggish and unmotivated. It reminded me of everything I am working towards and how it's all possible if i just keep moving forward.<br />
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<a href="http://www.yesmagazine.org/issues/food-for-everyone/the-city-that-ended-hunger">http://www.yesmagazine.org/issues/food-for-everyone/the-city-that-ended-hunger</a><br />
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feel free to check it out. I love discussing these sorts of movements so if you want to start a discussion feel free to leave some comments!<br />
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I hope you find your ray of beautiful sunshine today in a form that's unexpected!<br />
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BPositive and BFree!<br />
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Love,<br />
B</div>
B Positivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02943332938367222160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398591131004787516.post-51679188866659886122012-08-28T09:17:00.001-05:002012-08-28T09:42:23.937-05:00A Beautiful Thing: Day 13In 8 days A and I will be boarding a plane to RI to see our wonderful amazing friends become husband and wife. <br />
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Every time I think about this I become so aware of how special that day in your life is. My wedding day was so significant and so life changing. The people who came, cried and danced the night away with us. The beautiful setting, the amazing decorations, and delicious food. I can't wait to have this with T and E as we celebrate their wedding! Spending the weekend supporting them and participating in their day feels like a true honor. <br />
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Here's to happy, beautiful memories about to be had! <br />
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BPositive and BFree! <br />
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Love,<br />
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I love days when I can feel truly affected by others. <br />
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Is it my outlook for the day? <br />
Are people offering something extra special? <br />
It's there a sync in the universe allowing us all to connect perfectly?<br />
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Yesterday I met C. Last minute I decided to get a sandwich from my favorite vegan restaurant after teaching a knitting class. I was in a hurry, excited to meet up with A at the coffee shop (we cherish our weekends together.) As soon as walked in to pick up my food, C was beaming at me.<br />
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In the 20 minutes we spent together, we talked about marriage, relationships, love, beautiful smiles, free spirits, life without wearing shoes, traveling the world and writing books. <br />
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I can't help but be affected by her beautiful spirit and feel as though my beauty shone through in our exchange. <br />
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Everyday I meet strangers. Everyday I say hi to people I pass by. Everyday I connect with people I already love and care about. <br />
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So what made yesterday different? Was is C? Was it me? <br />
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Something she said resonated with me. I can't remember her exact words. But she mentioned the smile I had when I greeted her at the door. The smile invited her to reciprocate and welcomed a moment to be present together at the restaurant's bar. <br />
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Sometimes we need to remember to widen our smiles, inviting what is always right in front of us....<br />
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....connections with beautiful, insightful and life changing individuals. <br />
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Have you connected with anyone lately that's affected your life in a beautiful way? Give em' your best smile! <br />
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BPositive and BFree! <br />
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Love,<br />
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