Yes, I dare you to __________. Fill in the blank.
So what is it? What did you fill the blank with? Was it personal? Was it directed toward me? Remember the game, Truth or Dare? Sometimes I think that life is a little like that game. It can contain all the silliness and absurdity of the things we dreamed up in our younger years. Someone daring us to kiss someone else, or share the truth about whether or not we have ever kissed someone. Think about it. Today we are faced with those sort of challenges. Do we tell the truth about who we are? Do we dare to be real? Do we tell someone honestly how we feel? The truth and the dare are so much closer now that we are older. Do we dare step out and tell our truth?
In the game it was often embarrassment or fear of judgment that made us choose the dare. Then there were a few of us that just loved the excitement of trying a dare! The growing anticipation can be intoxicating.
Today we face the question of our truths all the time. The truth is that none of us are promised a tomorrow. So, do we dare to tell that person that we love them? Do we dare to put ourselves out there and risk disappointment or rejection? Do we dare to do the thing we have been putting off? I know I hesitate to make that call or send that email, all the time. I do foolishly hold on to the thought that there is always a tomorrow. And, I have been burned by that magical thinking a time or two. Thankfully, I have gotten better at acting on letting someone know that I care. When a friend comes to mind, I do try to reach out and let them know that I am thinking of them. It doesn't have to be a long drawn out conversation or email. The simplest reminder can change someone's world and put a smile on their face.
I do understand that not everyone can shout their truth from the rooftops. Nor do they have the freedom to, in some cases. Having at least one person in your life that you can be completely honest with is an enormous blessing. Having at least one person that knows your whole truth and that you dare to just be fully yourself with, is freeing. There are a couple of people like that in my life and I am forever grateful! I made a very conscious decision about 15 years ago to no longer hide my truth. I had felt like I was living a lie and it became intolerable to me. Part of it was about spanking and I had come to the point that I no longer cared what anyone thought. I didn't flaunt my truth. I also didn't hide it.
I welcome questions and comments. Those that know me, know that they will get the truth. Sometimes, I do ask them first if they are sure they want the answer. Especially if they are asking about my past. I don't shy away from the questions anymore. That said, I also believe that truth can be used as a weapon to hurt others. (Something like a *back-handed compliment* But, I will leave that for a different blog post.) I want to be wise about how I chose to answer someone. Think about it this way: Having a 5 year old ask you where babies come from, the truth you give them will be very different from the truth you give a child of 13. Truth should never be purposely overwhelming. Truth sometimes is used for the shock value of it. To me, that is just cruel. Dare to be kind and caring in your truth!
That dream you have secretly inside you, dare to do one small thing today towards making it real. Do you dream of a raise in pay? Dare yourself to begin listing your attributes and the reasons you might deserve to be considered for a raise. Dare to list the areas you believe you need to improve. Do you dream of one day being spanked? Dare to put that wish in writing for yourself. Dare to take risks, CALCULATED, risks. Keeping yourself safe should be the number one priority in any dare! Playing the game truth and dare, you would never follow through on the dare to drink a glass of bleach! So, don't be foolish as you take those little steps forward.
Embrace your truth and dare to be yourself! Come on, I dare you!
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Friday, January 8, 2016
Age Play
Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered how you got to be so old? Or, how you could feel so young? Or while looking at your reflection thought that what you were seeing sure didn't match what you were feeling? I know I have. Especially before and after I have done some age-play.
I enjoy age-play. There is a 7 year old little girl in me that likes to have the freedom to play. I have coloring books, stuffed animals, tea sets, blocks, books and a doll. Things you might find in any little girl's bedroom. Mickey, Daddie Mickey, spoils her little girl rotten. She is often surprising me with something new. I have the freedom to go and play anytime I want to. The Master bedroom is set up for both the big and little me. So many of the things have spilled out into the living room and it is not unusual to find me coloring in a coloring book while watching a television program. I have both adult and children's coloring books. Coloring relaxes me and has been useful in bringing down stress levels sometimes. These impromptu times are just that, a few moments in time where I just relax and am in a younger mindset.
We also have planned out age-play times together. These have been private, in the bedroom, intimate times of care and love. Nothing sexual takes place. All of it is nurturing. I have never been a brat. Well, not in the sense of some of what I have seen in videos on the internet. Often, I have her laughing at my antics and I think we are both surprised at the freedom age-play really gives me. Our age-play also has not been limited to the bedroom. Daddie Mickey has taken me places. To the movies, to the park, to the water, which is my favorite place in the whole world, where we both are just interacting together in a different way. She has taken me to build-a-bear, a place where you make your own stuffed animal. My most prized possession is a stuffed penguin. When I squeeze it's paw, I hear Daddie Mickey saying, Daddie loves her little girl! If I ever want or need a reminder, all I have to do is squeeze that paw and I can hear her, in her own words. It makes my heart smile every time!
Adults age-play for a lot of different reasons, I'm sure. For me it is a mixture of things. It is therapeutic and healing for sure. When the therapist I had been seeing told me that what I really needed was to be reparented, I didn't know what to think. The thought of anyone acting like a parent toward me scared the living hell out of me. I wasn't open to the idea, even after she explained what she meant by it. She talked to me about what a parent should bring into a child's life and what was never brought into my own. She spoke to me about nurturing, affection, encouragement, trust, and more. Really all I heard at the time was myself being in a vulnerable state and I wanted no part of it. Hell, even now very few people in my life are allowed to touch me, let alone hold me in their arms!
But, now because of some age-play, I get it. I am receiving nurturing and affection from outside of myself. I have always been my own parent, finding ways to encourage myself, doing what I could to make sure I was physically and emotionally safe. In age-play, I dont have to fight so hard to keep that time safe, I can just be me, and it is fun.
I know that some age-players brat the *adults* because they are trying to get spanked. They want the sensation of being spanked by the parent, aunt, uncle, teacher, etc. That just hasn't been my way. I have wanted to know that the *parent* cares enough about me to give the spanking. I have wanted to hear the warning and wanted to be confident that if I continued what ever it was I was doing, the *parent* really was going to spank me. I have needed that assurance that No means No and Yes means Yes.
I enjoy age-play. There is a 7 year old little girl in me that likes to have the freedom to play. I have coloring books, stuffed animals, tea sets, blocks, books and a doll. Things you might find in any little girl's bedroom. Mickey, Daddie Mickey, spoils her little girl rotten. She is often surprising me with something new. I have the freedom to go and play anytime I want to. The Master bedroom is set up for both the big and little me. So many of the things have spilled out into the living room and it is not unusual to find me coloring in a coloring book while watching a television program. I have both adult and children's coloring books. Coloring relaxes me and has been useful in bringing down stress levels sometimes. These impromptu times are just that, a few moments in time where I just relax and am in a younger mindset.
We also have planned out age-play times together. These have been private, in the bedroom, intimate times of care and love. Nothing sexual takes place. All of it is nurturing. I have never been a brat. Well, not in the sense of some of what I have seen in videos on the internet. Often, I have her laughing at my antics and I think we are both surprised at the freedom age-play really gives me. Our age-play also has not been limited to the bedroom. Daddie Mickey has taken me places. To the movies, to the park, to the water, which is my favorite place in the whole world, where we both are just interacting together in a different way. She has taken me to build-a-bear, a place where you make your own stuffed animal. My most prized possession is a stuffed penguin. When I squeeze it's paw, I hear Daddie Mickey saying, Daddie loves her little girl! If I ever want or need a reminder, all I have to do is squeeze that paw and I can hear her, in her own words. It makes my heart smile every time!
Adults age-play for a lot of different reasons, I'm sure. For me it is a mixture of things. It is therapeutic and healing for sure. When the therapist I had been seeing told me that what I really needed was to be reparented, I didn't know what to think. The thought of anyone acting like a parent toward me scared the living hell out of me. I wasn't open to the idea, even after she explained what she meant by it. She talked to me about what a parent should bring into a child's life and what was never brought into my own. She spoke to me about nurturing, affection, encouragement, trust, and more. Really all I heard at the time was myself being in a vulnerable state and I wanted no part of it. Hell, even now very few people in my life are allowed to touch me, let alone hold me in their arms!
But, now because of some age-play, I get it. I am receiving nurturing and affection from outside of myself. I have always been my own parent, finding ways to encourage myself, doing what I could to make sure I was physically and emotionally safe. In age-play, I dont have to fight so hard to keep that time safe, I can just be me, and it is fun.
I know that some age-players brat the *adults* because they are trying to get spanked. They want the sensation of being spanked by the parent, aunt, uncle, teacher, etc. That just hasn't been my way. I have wanted to know that the *parent* cares enough about me to give the spanking. I have wanted to hear the warning and wanted to be confident that if I continued what ever it was I was doing, the *parent* really was going to spank me. I have needed that assurance that No means No and Yes means Yes.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Strength
Strength. What is it? Is it measured in how much weight we can pick up? Is it in our ability to over-take another person? I suppose it could be.
Strength too is sometimes doing what seems so difficult.
Strength can be getting up and facing another day. Strength can be taking one more step when your body hurts so much and your brain is screaming no, but you do it anyway. Strength can be going against the crowd. Doing or being the unpopular. Strength can be standing up for your convictions. Strength can be facing yourself honestly. Strength sometimes is that step right past fear. Being so afraid, but taking that step anyway.
I called myself strong today. I feel anything but, actually. If I am to be honest, I would have to say that I actually feel pretty fragile at the moment.
Past memories came up strongly and shook me up pretty good. I felt the need to write out what I could and share it with two people who are important to me. Both of them are on my side and I know I can trust them to just listen. I won't be judged and I will be heard. They are walking with me, along side me. I am sure if I were to stumble and fall, one or the other, maybe even both, would reach for my hand.
As the past emotions were storming through me, I found myself wanting to rely on past behaviors that are in no way good for me. I had to find the strength to remind myself that this was just a memory. I had to remind myself that I am strong. Encourage myself that I could get through it. Remind myself that it wasn't happening now, it was/is the past.
Strength is grabbing a hold of your own bootstraps and pulling with all your might. Strength is telling yourself, No! Strength is holding on tight, to yourself as the storm rages. Strength is having your eyes fixed to the horizon and watching for the end of the storm.
I have never allowed anyone close to me when the storm of a memory floods over me. Not even my partner. Most of the time if it happens, I am completely alone anyway. I think my childhood prepared me for dealing with these things alone. Don't know if that is good or bad. It's just how it was. Now, I do have someone I can turn to, someone who wants me to turn to her. So far, I just can't. I have to wait until the storm is past and my emotions are under control. The closest thing I have done in letting someone near me while the storm was raging, was writing last night and actually sharing it. I didn't feel strong at all. I wanted someone's arms around me. I didn't want to be alone. I was hurting and I wanted the hurt to stop. In the past, I would cut myself to make the emotional pain stop. Last night, it would have been so easy to use a knife. I was in that place. But, I didn't.
When we are in the grip of emotional pain, it is so easy to make wrong choices. It takes strength, real strength to pull ourselves back from the brink of what could lead to destruction in extreme cases. At some point in our lives, we all are going to feel that heart wrenching emotional pain. We are strong enough to make it through. We have the strength.
We do have to realize that we are worth fighting for. We do have the strength to hang on one more minute. If it means picking up the phone and saying, help me... we have the strength. If it means waking the person in the other room, we can be strong enough to take that step.
I think the biggest enemy to strength is a sense of worthlessness. When we believe the lies that worthlessness sometimes screams in our face, strength wanes. Strength seems elusive. It is still there, just buried under so many lies. It atrophies because we have forgotten how to use it.
Let's all exercise some strength because we ARE strong!
Strength too is sometimes doing what seems so difficult.
Strength can be getting up and facing another day. Strength can be taking one more step when your body hurts so much and your brain is screaming no, but you do it anyway. Strength can be going against the crowd. Doing or being the unpopular. Strength can be standing up for your convictions. Strength can be facing yourself honestly. Strength sometimes is that step right past fear. Being so afraid, but taking that step anyway.
I called myself strong today. I feel anything but, actually. If I am to be honest, I would have to say that I actually feel pretty fragile at the moment.
Past memories came up strongly and shook me up pretty good. I felt the need to write out what I could and share it with two people who are important to me. Both of them are on my side and I know I can trust them to just listen. I won't be judged and I will be heard. They are walking with me, along side me. I am sure if I were to stumble and fall, one or the other, maybe even both, would reach for my hand.
As the past emotions were storming through me, I found myself wanting to rely on past behaviors that are in no way good for me. I had to find the strength to remind myself that this was just a memory. I had to remind myself that I am strong. Encourage myself that I could get through it. Remind myself that it wasn't happening now, it was/is the past.
Strength is grabbing a hold of your own bootstraps and pulling with all your might. Strength is telling yourself, No! Strength is holding on tight, to yourself as the storm rages. Strength is having your eyes fixed to the horizon and watching for the end of the storm.
I have never allowed anyone close to me when the storm of a memory floods over me. Not even my partner. Most of the time if it happens, I am completely alone anyway. I think my childhood prepared me for dealing with these things alone. Don't know if that is good or bad. It's just how it was. Now, I do have someone I can turn to, someone who wants me to turn to her. So far, I just can't. I have to wait until the storm is past and my emotions are under control. The closest thing I have done in letting someone near me while the storm was raging, was writing last night and actually sharing it. I didn't feel strong at all. I wanted someone's arms around me. I didn't want to be alone. I was hurting and I wanted the hurt to stop. In the past, I would cut myself to make the emotional pain stop. Last night, it would have been so easy to use a knife. I was in that place. But, I didn't.
When we are in the grip of emotional pain, it is so easy to make wrong choices. It takes strength, real strength to pull ourselves back from the brink of what could lead to destruction in extreme cases. At some point in our lives, we all are going to feel that heart wrenching emotional pain. We are strong enough to make it through. We have the strength.
We do have to realize that we are worth fighting for. We do have the strength to hang on one more minute. If it means picking up the phone and saying, help me... we have the strength. If it means waking the person in the other room, we can be strong enough to take that step.
I think the biggest enemy to strength is a sense of worthlessness. When we believe the lies that worthlessness sometimes screams in our face, strength wanes. Strength seems elusive. It is still there, just buried under so many lies. It atrophies because we have forgotten how to use it.
Let's all exercise some strength because we ARE strong!
Spanking Horoscope
| Virgo (Aug. 23-Sept. 22) – Be prepared to learn a painful lesson. Chances are good, though, you will be grateful afterward. |
Oh my! I was sort of aimlessly searching the web and came across this page that was listed as spanking horoscopes. I am a Virgo. Can we just say that it is spot on?
Monday, January 4, 2016
My Disciplinarian
The phone call led to a little more communication and setting a time to get together. Everything just fell together in a beautiful and unexpected way. Miss Jenn of Seattle was going to step into my life in a way that no one else ever had. I dreamed of this. I wanted this. I was sure I wanted it. Then when the day did arrive, I was a bundle of nervous excitement. Heck, I didn't know what to expect. I mean, I knew I was going to be given a spanking. Just all these other thoughts came soaring through my mind too. Would I be able to let myself go and step into the role of the little girl? And, if I did embrace that role fully, would she also treat that little me with care? Could I trust her with that? Looking back, I am sure my concerns were pretty normal, but I found out that I didn't have anything to worry about. I have done a lot of role-play and age-play before. Never before was I able to let go and dive right into being that little girl. Not the way that I did during that time. Miss Jenn got it all, the shy bashful little girl to begin with, quickly followed by the willful, stubborn, defiant one who had never ever had anyone discipline her before. She and I had decided on doing a mother/daughter scene. Tackling right off the bat my disrespect for any female authority figure, starting off with what should have been my first female authority. It was the right choice for me. Miss Jenn balanced so well the need for strict discipline with a heart full of care and concern. It was perfect for what she and I were playing out. Anyone who has gone to see Miss Jenn knows that she has no problem flipping that switch from what comes across as kind friend, to no nonsense strict disciplinarian! Experiencing that had a tremendous impact on me. She stayed in character and dealt firmly with a defiant, tantrum throwing little girl. That little girl me did not want to obey her and did a lot of protesting! Staying true to what I imagine would be a maternal authority figure in every good sense of that position, Miss Jenn dealt with every action that little me gave her! I was told why I was going to be punished and when I complained and said that she had never done that to me before, she acknowledged that she hadn't and told me that she DID know that it was long overdue. Every act of willfulness on my part was met with her own willfulness, and guess who won out? Sure, wasn't the little girl me. Miss Jenn was so in-tuned to me and what was going on in me that even the hesitations on my part, the stalling, was met with *Crie Lin, I said now.* No yelling, just a firmness and my full name that sliced through my rebellion almost instantly.
Miss Jenn is most definitely a Spanker! She IS a professional disciplinarian. I was given the longest most intense spanking of my life. She addressed real things from my past and let me know in no uncertain terms that I would no longer be getting away with them. She reached in and touched that little girl part of me, reassuring that little girl that things would be different from now on. Even letting me know that even though I had been so naughty for so long and getting away with it, that did not make me a *bad* girl. I was a good girl who received a very long overdue spanking for some very naughty things.
There is so much I could continue to say. So much that happened in that time together. Really though, right now I still just want to keep it to myself. I came away from it with an incredibly sore backside and a sense of freedom that I have never experienced before. She and I will be getting together more. She is a disciplinarian from Seattle and now too, she is my disciplinarian!
Thank You Miss Jenn!
Miss Jenn is most definitely a Spanker! She IS a professional disciplinarian. I was given the longest most intense spanking of my life. She addressed real things from my past and let me know in no uncertain terms that I would no longer be getting away with them. She reached in and touched that little girl part of me, reassuring that little girl that things would be different from now on. Even letting me know that even though I had been so naughty for so long and getting away with it, that did not make me a *bad* girl. I was a good girl who received a very long overdue spanking for some very naughty things.
There is so much I could continue to say. So much that happened in that time together. Really though, right now I still just want to keep it to myself. I came away from it with an incredibly sore backside and a sense of freedom that I have never experienced before. She and I will be getting together more. She is a disciplinarian from Seattle and now too, she is my disciplinarian!
Thank You Miss Jenn!
My Journey To A Disciplinarian
When I originally wrote this I didn't have permission yet to use her name. Miss Jenn is the Disciplinarian I am referring to.
You can find her at: spankingseattle.blogspot.com
When I wrote my last post, I knew that the next day I was going to be meeting with a woman who was going to discipline me. I had stepped out of my comfort zone and asked for help. So, I wrote to the woman after having done my homework. There was no sort of picking a name out of a hat and saying *you* will do. It was important to me to be as sure as possible that she and I would be a good fit. My first email to her was polite and let me tell you, I listed my concerns right off the bat. I will also admit that as I was writing it, I was shaking like crazy even though I was seated alone in my own home. Clicking send, I didn't know if it would be seen any time soon. I didn't know if it would just be ignored. I just knew that I had to try.
I was responded to much quicker than I could have ever imagined. I was stunned that she actually addressed each one of my concerns with a candor I had in no way expected. She was very professional and at the same time answered each of my concerns in a very personal way. I had told her what I was looking for. Explaining that it would be role-play and I was very concerned that I might regress into the little girl that I was. Her response went right to the heart of the matter. She told me straight up that from the sounds of it, I probably would experience some regression. (that was not calming to me at the time, lol) And, went on to say that maybe that was exactly what I needed and that it might also prove to be very therapeutic for me.
I started filling out the application sent to me even though my heart was feeling pretty heavy at the prospect of the fees that I needed to come up with. Being the girl that I am, I didn't see that as something blocking me, just a stumbling block that I knew I would get over. Things worth having are worth fighting for. I have found that the sacrifices I make that are intended for good, 99.9% of the time have a very positive outcome. The sacrifices rarely have anything to do with me gaining something either. Almost always it has been for the good of someone else. So this too was a new step for me, a new path.
I took about 24 hours to very thoughtfully go through the application and fill it out. All of this was done with my partner's full knowledge. She was included in every step. I was and am lucky enough that she too wanted this for me. It was hard for her at first when I voiced the need for an interaction with a more feminine woman. My partner, Mickey went through feelings of not being good enough, feelings of frustrations that she couldn't meet this need in me, and more. We had for over 2 years very long and in depth conversations about this. (Mickey is extremely butch and has a huge heart. Knowing that she couldn't do this for me was something she struggled with. Oh, how she wanted to! In that talking she actually discovered something in herself as well. We had started out as Mistress and girl, we found out that what actually fit better in describing our D/s relationship with one another was Daddie Mickey and girl. Now, Daddie comes out of my mouth with all the love and respect that had come with Mistress. Her eyes light up still, every time I call her Daddie instead of Mickey. We still share a D/s relationship and have added more role-play which includes Daddie and her lil girl.) Not only did my partner come to accept that I had this need, she began looking for someone to fill it as well. There have been a handful of women who have done some age play with me. Just age-play, nothing too emotional. The connection just wasn't there for me to go forward. All of this was before I had any idea that something such as a Professional Disciplinarian even existed
I sent the application and stated the times I would pretty much always be available for a phone call. With my crazy schedule, getting a hold of me on the telephone doesn't usually mesh very well with others. The call would be to see how we each felt about the other. You know, what sort of *vibe* would there be? I didn't think anything more about it really. I had taken the steps and we would just see where it goes. I was proud of myself for going this far. Of course I hoped that she and I would connect, see that we were on the same page, and so on. When my phone rang the evening after I sent the application, it was the last thing on my mind when I answered the phone. It was her! This woman that I knew to be so very busy according to everything in her blog, found time in that schedule to call me and take me through another step in the process. I was so freakin' startled and surprised that my voice was even shaking. Getting past the nerves came pretty easy. She made it easy. She asked her questions and listened, really listened to me. There was a connection and I knew without a doubt, that not only had she accepted me as a client, she was the right one!
You can find her at: spankingseattle.blogspot.com
When I wrote my last post, I knew that the next day I was going to be meeting with a woman who was going to discipline me. I had stepped out of my comfort zone and asked for help. So, I wrote to the woman after having done my homework. There was no sort of picking a name out of a hat and saying *you* will do. It was important to me to be as sure as possible that she and I would be a good fit. My first email to her was polite and let me tell you, I listed my concerns right off the bat. I will also admit that as I was writing it, I was shaking like crazy even though I was seated alone in my own home. Clicking send, I didn't know if it would be seen any time soon. I didn't know if it would just be ignored. I just knew that I had to try.
I was responded to much quicker than I could have ever imagined. I was stunned that she actually addressed each one of my concerns with a candor I had in no way expected. She was very professional and at the same time answered each of my concerns in a very personal way. I had told her what I was looking for. Explaining that it would be role-play and I was very concerned that I might regress into the little girl that I was. Her response went right to the heart of the matter. She told me straight up that from the sounds of it, I probably would experience some regression. (that was not calming to me at the time, lol) And, went on to say that maybe that was exactly what I needed and that it might also prove to be very therapeutic for me.
I started filling out the application sent to me even though my heart was feeling pretty heavy at the prospect of the fees that I needed to come up with. Being the girl that I am, I didn't see that as something blocking me, just a stumbling block that I knew I would get over. Things worth having are worth fighting for. I have found that the sacrifices I make that are intended for good, 99.9% of the time have a very positive outcome. The sacrifices rarely have anything to do with me gaining something either. Almost always it has been for the good of someone else. So this too was a new step for me, a new path.
I took about 24 hours to very thoughtfully go through the application and fill it out. All of this was done with my partner's full knowledge. She was included in every step. I was and am lucky enough that she too wanted this for me. It was hard for her at first when I voiced the need for an interaction with a more feminine woman. My partner, Mickey went through feelings of not being good enough, feelings of frustrations that she couldn't meet this need in me, and more. We had for over 2 years very long and in depth conversations about this. (Mickey is extremely butch and has a huge heart. Knowing that she couldn't do this for me was something she struggled with. Oh, how she wanted to! In that talking she actually discovered something in herself as well. We had started out as Mistress and girl, we found out that what actually fit better in describing our D/s relationship with one another was Daddie Mickey and girl. Now, Daddie comes out of my mouth with all the love and respect that had come with Mistress. Her eyes light up still, every time I call her Daddie instead of Mickey. We still share a D/s relationship and have added more role-play which includes Daddie and her lil girl.) Not only did my partner come to accept that I had this need, she began looking for someone to fill it as well. There have been a handful of women who have done some age play with me. Just age-play, nothing too emotional. The connection just wasn't there for me to go forward. All of this was before I had any idea that something such as a Professional Disciplinarian even existed
I sent the application and stated the times I would pretty much always be available for a phone call. With my crazy schedule, getting a hold of me on the telephone doesn't usually mesh very well with others. The call would be to see how we each felt about the other. You know, what sort of *vibe* would there be? I didn't think anything more about it really. I had taken the steps and we would just see where it goes. I was proud of myself for going this far. Of course I hoped that she and I would connect, see that we were on the same page, and so on. When my phone rang the evening after I sent the application, it was the last thing on my mind when I answered the phone. It was her! This woman that I knew to be so very busy according to everything in her blog, found time in that schedule to call me and take me through another step in the process. I was so freakin' startled and surprised that my voice was even shaking. Getting past the nerves came pretty easy. She made it easy. She asked her questions and listened, really listened to me. There was a connection and I knew without a doubt, that not only had she accepted me as a client, she was the right one!
Saturday, January 2, 2016
January 2016
There are so many things that can be written about at the start of a new year. Resolutions, hopes, dreams, goals, promises... the list goes on and on. The new year for me is going to start out on a very different note. What I have learned, especially in this past year, is that just hoping and wishing for something isn't going to make it somehow magically appear. I have learned that keeping my hope to myself accomplishes nothing. I have learned that even though putting my hope, wish, dream, out there for someone else to see or hear, is very hard and even scary, without that step, I am simply lost in my own dream. I have learned that getting negative responses is not the end of the world or the death of the dream, hope. I have learned that taking the advice of someone who seems to really have your best interest at heart, can prove to be not only fruitful but, so beneficial. (Thank You, Ms.Dana!) I have learned that the vulnerability of saying, I need, isn't going to kill me. I have learned that even the tiniest steps toward my dream are still steps. I have learned that I must do the work to bring that dream to life. It is my dream after all and I must put the effort into it. I could go on and on.
For this new year, I just want to continue learning.
For this new year, I just want to continue learning.
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