May 8, 2015

adaptation.

Months have passed by without a post, mainly due to time spent on another bigger project. Many stories, blessings and obstacles have passed that I’ve wanted to share, but in all, a recurring theme has seemed to creep throughout.

Adapting.

I’m in awe of the strength, power, challenge and the reality of human beings’ ability and desire to adapt.

I believe it is mostly good; we adapt to survive, of course. We adapt to improve, typically. What is interesting to me about adapting is that we do it so automatically and naturally most of the time. The evolution of history is phenomenal, really. It doesn’t come with a manual or FAQ link. We as a society and as individuals have a somewhat easy time adapting to the world around us. One definition describes it as a slow, usually unconscious modification of individual and social activity in adjustment to cultural surroundings.

But why then, can adapting to changes in my daily life and routine sometimes be extremely difficult and frustrating? Even worse, are we adapting to become better or are we adapting because we’re too lazy to take the time to grow or cultivate properly?

I have a hard time accepting change when I don’t ask for it. The seasons of life seem much more easily acknowledged when the change happens over time, but the abrupt difference is almost impossible for me to swallow. I recognize none of this is rocket science and everyone knows that change can be hard, but I want to focus on the adaptation aspect – that we as humans have the ability to change our thinking and perspective of a situation. We need to remember that while we only see what’s happening around us in the present, there is a much bigger picture evolving for us.

Our human scope is intended to be limited because we’re selfish creatures who would still end up screwing it all up even if we knew what was supposed to happen in the end. Maybe we can’t handle the real truth about what’s next and intended for our paths five, ten, or thirty years down the road. We want the truth, but we can’t handle the truth! you can't handle the truth

When we initiate the change ourselves, our destiny is determined by how tightly we control the outcome. When change happens to us, our destiny is determined by our controlled reaction to the change. How simple. Let go, have faith, and seek the positive instead of focusing on the change.

Easier said than done, this I know. But it can be done. As I’m challenging myself to embrace change and have faith that the change happening now is ultimately what is going to get me to where I’m meant to be later, I ask you to do the same.

That – and to just, love life.

Love,
Chianne

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February 4, 2015

#LikeAGirl

I like to wear high heels, chuck taylors, cowboy boots, and running shoes. I buy a new outfit before a big event or a first date but can never find anything to wear every other day in my closet that’s full of clothes. My text messages use plenty of emojicons and exclamation marks, and my apartment is color coordinated. I always have my nails done to keep from biting them, and they have to be short so they don’t bug me when I work out. I love Taylor Swift and I laugh out loud until I cry, literally every single time I watch the movie Bridesmaids. I use the word literally too much. I drink wine and I drink whiskey. I go to church and I have pictures of my friends and family all over my apartment. I drive a manual car, and parallel parked it every day living in San Francisco. I don’t have the gift of crafting, or arting, or whatever it’s called. I work hard every day at my job and sometimes have to act like a boss in a meeting even if I’m the youngest one in the room. I get so passionate about my sports teams that it gives me anxiety, and I’m a terrible winner and an even worse loser. I think being a CEO sounds fun, but being a mom would be the hardest job in the world.  In my lifetime, I’ve hiked the Grand Canyon, run a half marathon, been sky-diving eleven times, have logged in twenty-two scuba dives and one cage shark dive. Since the sun set last night, I’ve run six miles, done sixty squats, sixty lunges, sixty second wall sits, sixty pushups, and went to spin class before the sun rose today. And I’m not stopping any time soon. Like a girl.

If you haven’t already seen this commercial; I beg you to by the end of the day. Not because I’m a feminist activist who thinks women are all necessarily treated poorly or even that I think men deserve to be treated any less, but because the little girls and young women in this world need to know their worth. Girls need to hear the message for themselves. I want strong women to be seen as sexy. I want young girls to be able to stand up for and protect themselves. I want to live in a world where men do take care of the women in their life, but the women can be individuals with a voice.

I don’t have kids yet and I only have one little nephew(er), but I have three young swimmer cousins in South Africa.  They’ve won first place, they’ve set championships, and they swim like girls. And I am so proud of them. Someday if I have a daughter of my own, I plan to tell her she is beautiful and encourage her to be strong and active, and work hard every day at whatever her passion is. Like my parents did to me, I’d tell her to live up to her amazing potential – to act like a boss and even more importantly, to act like a girl.

So today, join me in honoring the women and girls in your life. Let’s join Procter & Gamble in changing the definition of LIKE A GIRL by sharing this video and spreading the word. The next time you say someone does something like a girl, I know you’ll mean it as a compliment.

As #Always, remember to just, love life… like a girl.

Love,
Chianne

November 14, 2014

Am I really getting blasted by a fellow American for saying Happy Veterans Day on Facebook?

This past Tuesday, I updated my status to say: “Home of the free, because of the brave. Thank you to every past, present, anTyler Shay commentd future US Veteran. God Bless you!”

Apparently it offended a person I went to grade school with, a Facebook Friend. Not because of the mention of my God or religion, but because he does not believe that Veterans deserve to be honored. I’m flabbergasted.

This blog is not intended to be a forum for debate, controversy or argument. But I promised my readers I will always write words that speak true to my heart. And I literally may not sleep again until I get this off my chest. I’m not writing in response to the words or message that this person is interrogating me, but rather because now more than ever I feel my obligation and responsibility to stand up and support Veterans and the United States – and my freedom of speech.

The comment he wrote on my status was enough to offend me and those very close to me that have or are currently serving our country. While my status did not ask anyone’s opinion or provoke any sort of discussion, he felt the need to write his judgment on my status. I wanted to stand up for my Military friends, or even those I’m friends with who have family or friends serving our country. I responded to his comment with my beliefs, and asked him not to respond any further.

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Yet he did. And again, I did not provide any response to him further interrogating me. Then I received this lengthy private message that left me at a loss for words. His beliefs are his, and my beliefs are mine. While I am not taking his viewpoints personally, I wish he would have simply made his own status that of his own philosophies, leaving me out of it, and not inserting his own opinion on my status that clearly was going to offend me. I certainly wish he would have respected my request to stop pestering me.  Am I really the only person on his Facebook feed that said Happy Veterans Day?

He really is barking up the wrong tree. Many of you wouldn’t know, but I have always had a strong calling to join the military. I have no real reason, family tie or personal connection to the Armed Forces, yet somehow I have felt this way shortly after immigrating to the US.  I came very close to joining the Coast Guard after college, but during my indecisiveness I was given an opportunity to move to San Francisco instead. I think about it all the time, still to this day questioning that perhaps I am meant to take that path. Now more than ever, that fire is reignited in my soul. (Sorry Mom … maybe just the Reserves!?)

I recognize that America is not perfect, but I’ve lived in a country that at the time had real corruption, crime, lack of opportunity, and no real line of defense.  I also recognize that humans everywhere are sinners, greedy, selfish and some even twisted.  I’m confused about this person’s argument and desire to have no military at all, calling all veterans pawns? I’m confused about this person’s comment that I don’t deserve an abundant life, unless every single person in the world has an abundant life. I believe we can be grateful for an abundant life while also doing what we can to serve those in need. We will have to agree to disagree I suppose.

Mostly, however, I’m offended that because I chose to thank Veterans on their national holiday – all of a sudden means I’m ignorant and selfish and don’t deserve freedom of speech.. or to wear clothes from Banana Republic?

So, to be loud and clear: I will continue to support the brave men and women who defend our country. That doesn’t mean I am a ‘war lover’, or ‘bully’ or ‘insensitive to the rest of the world’. I pray that war will end, I really do.  I will continue to travel the world and learn other cultures, loving and serving people the best I can.

I believe America is a great country to live in; while not perfect, I do not take living here for granted. I am proud to have gained citizenship in 2003.

God Bless our troops, and God Bless America.

Today I may need help to remember to just, love life.

Love,
Chianne

October 1, 2014

HEY WORLD – TODAY IS A BIG DAY

Today is a big day, a really big day. Today marks the first of the month. A really, big month. This month, I will no longer be just any lobbyist, or writer, or daughter, or chocolate fanatic. I will still be all these things but with an added bonus of a brand new shiny title. This month, I’ll become a first-time Aunt. And I want to shout it to the rooftops!!

We don’t have any babies in our family. I’ve been the youngest for years, and my extended family with babies live on the other side of the world so there hasn’t been much play time available to us. Babies are actually a very foreign element to my daily life, with the wonderful exception of my best friend’s sisters and their (many) kiddos. In fact, I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to have kids of my own until a couple of years ago. I’ve always been a daydreamer, a traveler, career obsessed yet free spirit and the first to admit that my selfish ways told me having kids wasn’t the hobby that would make me a better version of myself. Everyone else told me that I would change my mind – that as soon as I fell in love with ‘the right person’ or as soon as I spent a lot of time with nieces or nephews, or that just the thought of dying alone – I’d immediately want children of my own. Well, to all you people – the reason I now want kids actually has nothing to do with these top three most over inundated explanations which you tried to convince me. I’m not in love, or even dating anyone. And my decision was made years before my sister-in-law fell pregnant. The reason I want to have children (although not any time soon) is because I want to raise well rounded, beautiful-souled, solid and good people in a world who can share light in an often dark world. It is as simple as that.

Needless to say, I am ecstatic that my brother and sister-in-law will bring Baby Hewer into the world in a matter of a week (or two). This little boy is already loved more than he’ll ever know. I can’t wait to see his face and get to know his personality, and see my brother give love and attention in a way that I’ve never seen before. My parents will officially be grandparents and our family name will continue. Today is a really exciting day to start a very wonderful month.

Not only am I blessed to become Auntie Chianne to Baby Hewer, but I also get to be an unofficial Aunt to a few other very special babies. The world will without a doubt be a better place with the birth of Baby Cronin this month, Baby Cottle at the end of the year, and Baby Singleton (#4) early next year. They say when it rains, it pours! Boy, am I about to get this Aunt thing down pat.

My friends who already have the Auntie title tell me to say EVERYTHING I’ve ever needed to say NOW, because once the baby is here my family will no longer care about the daily happenings in my life, no longer care to hear about my awful dating stories, or suggest a picture without a baby in it. Family vacations will have to look different. I won’t pretend to think that I’ll handle it perfectly – I’m sure I won’t. I will take my Aunt title very seriously, but try not to fill your social media feed with every little movement that MY NEPHEW makes or make EVERY blog post about being an Aunt.

But the truth is, things are about to change. Part of the miracle of seeing new life is a reminder that we were all also just as innocent, happy, amazed, loved, reliant, loyal, and pure as a brand new baby. As adults, it can be so difficult to forget the bad, forgive the hurt, and remember the good. But every day is a chance to be renewed. james 1,17

So I hope you’ll celebrate with me in this magical first day of the month. Something about the beginning of a new season and change in weather makes it a great day to stop and think about change. When was the last time something changed your life forever? When was the last time you experienced the joys of being renewed?

Today I challenge you to have optimism of a brand new baby, love like a brand new aunt, and respect each other and relationships in your life like parents do – together we can build a beautiful world that these little ones will grow up in.

Mostly, I challenge you to just, love life.

Love,
Chianne


PS:

to baby Singleton: God made your Mom and Dad so good at being parents, He couldn’t resist but to make you, too. Be the light, the rebel, the fun, and the hope. May you always be grateful for your brother and sisters and your do-it-all parents.

to baby Cronin: May you have the strength, calmness, skill and leadership of your Dad’s; may you have the thoughtfulness, curiosity, adoration, and heart of your Mom’s. Recognize the beauty of the love that bonds your parents; it’s rare.

to baby Cottle: A miracle baby, without a doubt, as God saved your Dad in a world of war and spared him to inspire millions. Your parents are beautiful and remarkable people. Live fearlessly, boldly, and charmingly, just as they teach you.

to baby Hewer: The places you’ll go, the things you’ll do, and the person you’ll become is already inspiring to me. May you stretch to your very own potential, yet stay close to the principles of the people who brought you into this world. Live every second to the fullest, and be grounded to recognize beauty in the little things. You’ll be such a wonderful man, if you’re even half the man your Dad is.

‘For every good and perfect gift comes from above’ – James 1:17

August 11, 2014

I want my cake and I want to eat it too.

In the past week or two, life seems to be testing me with simple-things-gone-complicated disorder. Work projects that shouldn’t be as involved as they’ve become, less ability to stay away from chocolate and cookies, and yes – the ultimate kicker: I’ve finally been dealing with missing the constant activity, change, movement and excitement of living in San Francisco. I still love it here in AZ, and more than ever feel like this is where I need to be – but my daily routine, less travel, confusion about wanting stability, and a difficult situation – it’s all got my thoughts twisted and turned and has left me feeling like the grass is always greener on the other side.

I recently re-watched the movie, The Bucket List, which didn’t help my travel adventure withdrawal syndrome. It did open my eyes though, when I heard a quote from the movie that spoke to me: “A survey once asked 1,000 people if they could know the exact date of their death, would they want to know? 96% said No.” – Carter Chambers.

If you know the exact end date of something truly awesome and remarkable, wouldn’t that just make you want to soak up every single millisecond? Wouldn’t you then just embrace every moment, and not waste a single day and do everything you’ve ever wanted to do? Or would you live in fear and sadness by the simple thought of counting down the clock? A vast majority of people in this supposed survey said no, they don’t want to know the day they’ll leave this Earth. I’m not sure which I’d pick; both seem to have positives and negatives. I guess there I go again; wanting to have my cake and eat it too. GreenGrassRachel

Tell me, would you rather? A friend of mine recently posted on his Facebook wall, a simple question that got quite the attention – and divided response. His question: “If you had a choice between taking a trip of a life time or buying your first house….what would you do?” Many likes and 73 comments from friends later, it seems that his friends absolutely did not at all help him in this decision. Everyone was split; some having great arguments to settle down and invest in a house while interest rates are low, others trying to allure him to take the adventure and make memories of a lifetime while he is young and has the time. So which should he do?

My best friend always tells me to trust my gut. She says your intuition is never wrong, even if the situation doesn’t end up the way you anticipated it would. I like to look at it this way; whichever option would leave you with little to no regret; do that.

Anything awesome with an expiration date attached to it is bittersweet, so I’m looking to just love the time I have while I have it. I think I’d rather embrace every second until I no longer can, rather than spend the minutes in fear from the distraction of a ticking clock. Right? It’s easier said than done, trust me. I think this means I get to eat the cake; and then I’ll no longer have it.

We only have this one life to live, so let’s embrace the here and now. I hope you’ll join me in this quest to just, love life.

Love,
Chianne

July 9, 2014

The Clunker

My family is not fancy, not millionaires or anything close to it. I am extremely fortunate to always have plenty of food on the table and a nice house in a safe neighborhood, mostly loaded with lots of love and beautiful family portraits on the walls. We’d rather spend our money traveling than buying things; an attitude I’ll forever be grateful that my parents instilled in me. That being said, I’ve been handed a nudge-of-a-reminder this week of a lesson in materialism. It’s called; the clunker.

The clunker, as we call it, is a car … no, a vehicle … no, it’s a box on wheels that my dad bought online from someone who was probably blown away that someone would even buy the stupid thing. It’s a two door, soft top, dark blue 2000 Kia Sportage that my dad bought as an extra set of wheels for when his kids came into town and we’d have a car to use. (Yes, my dad is amazing, I know).  It has at least a handful of dents, a broken odometer, and a manual fifth gear you have to find somewhere near the glove box or passenger side window. My dad had to put in a lot of work at first; a new radio, new AC, new this and new that. But he keeps it exceptionally clean, the engine runs smoothly, and it’s a set of wheels to get me from point A to point B.

Luckily, I moved back to Scottsdale from San Francisco with my own car shortly after this ‘wonderful purchase’, so I got out of using the clunker too much and instead just make jokes about the thing falling apart every chance I get. It sits in my dad’s garage, and every once in a while he takes it out for a spin.

My car, my baby, is also not new. In fact, she is almost just as old as the clunker. But you see, my car is my first car, my first love, and my first major purchase of my life ten years ago. She’s old, she’s not fancy, but I’m proud of her. And she recently got hit in a minor accident, which means she’s been in the shop this week, and – yup you guessed it – that means I’ve been driving the clunker.

Yesterday morning on my way to work, I wasn’t very enthusiastic about the thought of someone seeing me park in our building parking lot. I even thought about parking in the visitors lot, but didn’t. The thought of someone I know seeing me drive the thing bouncing down Scottsdale Road was enough to make me speed, not that the clunker can go that fast.

It wasn’t until that evening, as I was innocently parking at the Target by my house and pulled in the spot next to a brand new silver Porsche Panamera with a California license plate that it really hit me. I just had to take a picture. Even better, I really had to just stop and laugh at myself.

After the first thirty seconds of shock realizing that just the steering wheel of the car parked next to me was probably worth about the same amount as the entire clunker, it really made me thankful. As I got out of the clunker, and slammed the door really hard (…because else it won’t shut), I noticed a baby seat in the back of the car that’s worth more than my annual salary. I pictured a tiny baby, growing up to only know cars like Porsche Panameras and whatever else people drive who can afford cars like that. This is not to say anything about the type of people they are; they could be the best, kindest, most generous people in the world. That’s not the point. The point is, that my appreciation of the clunker, and my own ten year old car grew even more because of the amount of love, care, hard work, and dedication that has gone in to the vehicles that get me from point A to point B.

Sometimes it seems that the world rates our accomplishments and success by the value of the things we own. My struggle most of the time, is that the life I’d ideally like to live and experience costs more than I can actually afford. All the traveling I want to do, concerts I want to attend, hobbies I want to take up, and wine I want to drink – it all costs money. And so, I get up and go to work, and park the clunker in the parking lot, and remember the hard work it takes to find the true value of accomplishments. I may never be able to afford a Porsche Panamera, and maybe I’ll always have a clunker-alike sitting in my garage. But at least I worked for it, and even better, I have something to work my way up to 🙂

This morning when I drive to work in the clunker, I won’t race to get there in case someone spots me. I’ll let everyClunker and Porche mile sink in as I drive, feeling blessed and grateful that I’m getting from point A to point B.

I hope you can appreciate something like the clunker in your own life – and remember to just, love life.

Love,
Chianne

 

June 18, 2014

Soccer and God

Is there something – anything – you believe in that is bigger than you? Something that humbles you, gives you hope, reminds you of your place in this world, and excites you to awake the next day just for a chance to see it all again? My wish for you is that if you don’t already have this, you will search your heart, soul and the world until you find it. It makes breathing every day worthwhile.

For me, I am so very blessed to say that there are a handful of things like this in my life. Most importantly and without a doubt the most humbling, is my relationship with God. It guides my belief on why humans are here, where humans are going, and how to spend every day in loving relationships with each other. It reminds me that I am just one piece of a giant puzzle that needs an entire planet worth of cultures to make the complete pretty picture.World Cup

The second most important ‘something’ in life that reminds me how our amazing world is made up of so much more than just me: the World Cup.

Yes, that’s what I said. World Cup Soccer.

I’m sure some of you (probably the Americans reading this… no offense, but let’s just be honest) just rolled your eyes when you read that line. But I challenge you to read on, and open your mind to see why the rest of the world is as enthralled with the World Cup and soccer in general, as we are.

The World Cup is by far the world’s most widely viewed sporting event. During the last 2010 World Cup, an estimated 909.6 million television viewers watched the final game. And for my fellow American friends as an example, the numbers for the National Hockey League’s Stanley Cup finals this year were 6 million TV viewers. Sunday’s NBA Finals between the San Antonio Spurs and the Miami Heat attracted 17.9 million viewers. This year, 111.5 million viewers watched the NFL Superbowl.

So what attracts these hundreds of millions of people to watch the World Cup? This is a tournament unlike any other sporting event in the world. It takes four years worth of blood, sweat and tears from athletes who represent their entire country. Much like the Olympics, the soccer players are not playing for their contract with a professional team at that moment. Their dedication and loyalty is played for their country.

Soccer is a game won by speedy footwork, team collectiveness, individual endurance for nonstop cardio and mental preparedness and focus for ninety minutes. These players require just as much muscle strength as American football players, combined with just as much cardio endurance as basketball players, on top of the mental strength needed for a professional golfer. The game doesn’t stop, except for blood on the field, but even then the clock keeps ticking. No helmets, minimal padding, and much, much more attractive uniforms.

Most importantly, what I love about the World Cup is the reminder that there is an entire world full of people who are passionate, dedicated, strong, and unique and are a part of something much bigger than I am. The World Cup is a showcase for each country to have hope and pride. For many, soccer is a religion and the passion that fans exude is not just a once-every-four-years type of thing.

Fans dress up with faces painted, goofy headwear or anything creative they can put together to demonstrate their pride. Language differences are not barriers, instead they become bridges. The World Cup is held in different places in the world and then at stadiums within different cities of that country, opening up our eyes to the beauty of new places. The games are fascinating, unpredictable at times, fast-paced and the knock-out rounds are intense.

While thirty-two teams make it to the World Cup, the other countries that strive to be there are just as important to building the puzzle.

I am not aiming for you to forget your favorite NFL teams or NCAA dedication and all of a sudden only like futbol. I just hope you can get a taste for the importance of a tournament like the World Cup; embrace and respect it, have pride for your country, appreciate it and break your ignorance by recognizing that the entire world believes in the beauty of this game.

Perhaps my statement that both God and soccer belong on a similar pedestal is a little too extreme, but it’s close.

The World Cup makes every four years unexplainable, magical and exhilarating and I hope you’ll count it as one more reason to just, love life.

 

Love,
Chianne

 

 

May 22, 2014

Those Shoes Just Don’t Fit

I have a favorite pair of work pumps that I love. They are simple; a unique color of beige with a shade of rose. They have small detailing around the ankle, but nothing obnoxious. They aren’t too high, and aren’t too low – which is hard to find in a good pair of business heels. The problem is, they’re slightly too small. And no matter how much I thought and hoped the leather would give a little, they didn’t. I wear these shoes often, because I love them, but after a while they hurt me. It’s been months and months now of trying to make these shoes work. But the truth is, those shoes just don’t fit right.

The most frustrating part is that they are, in fact, my size. The number printed on the shoe reads the exact same as other shoes, in the same designer, that fit perfectly. They are supposed to fit. Just like the other ones do. I bought them in a store, tried them on and thought while they may have been a little snug, surely that wearing them a couple times they’d too, fit just as the other pair does. But those rose shoes just don’t fit.

You would think it would only take me a handful of days of pain to come to terms with them being too tight.  Not true. I’ve had them for months, and even as I type these words, I’m not sure I’m ready to let them go. If I throw them away, there is a zero percent chance I’ll get to wear them again. If I keep them in my closet for a rainy day, perhaps for an occasion only lasting for a short while…

The mind has a way of convincing us of what we want to hear, doesn’t it? Our perception of the facts can so easily be tweaked, and facing reality is sometimes very difficult. I am particularly bad at this, and admire others that have a better handle on recognizing reality in plain view. Somebody recently told me, “If you want something, you should have hope”. And I agree. As long as the hope you have hasn’t totally distorted the truth of the situation and the facts, if perhaps the shoe just doesn’t fit. I haven’t decided if I will throw away my shoes, but I probably should. They may just be taking up room for another pair that wouldn’t require any convincing on my part about how good they fit.

Please don’t get me wrong. I am a dreamer, I believe in miracles, and I believe in giving something everything you’ve got to make your wish come true. Just remember to not let one thing take all of your hope, and not leave any hope left for the bigger and better miracles in store for you. You never know what He is up to.

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All this with a grain of salt, if you must, but remember to just, love life.

 

 

 

Love,
Chianne

May 5, 2014

the thorn in my foot

Sometimes the smallest, stupidest, silliest, and senseless things can throw you off.  A few days ago, I woke up in the middle of the night from what felt like a stabbing pain in the middle of my foot. I tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, but the pain was persistent and penetrating, and wouldn’t let me even drift off.  Not much can wake me up from my beloved sleep, so whatever this was needed to stop hurting me ASAP. I got up, very annoyed and frustrated, to check out what was hurting my foot in the light.

It wasn’t a spider bite or a big gash or anything you could really even see. It was a just tiny, baby little thorn.  I easily took it out with tweezers, and got back into bed and fell asleep wondering where the heck the stupid little thorn came from.

At that point, though, it didn’t matter where it came from or why it took five hours into my sleep to really start hurting. It didn’t matter that it was so small I could barely see it – it still hurt, and enough to jolt me up from what I would have preferred to be doing. I was frustrated that something so small aggravated me and got under my skin (literally), when I should have been able to not let something so minuscule cause me any pain at all.

Every once in a while life throws something at you that shouldn’t really push you off base, but it still might. Don’t focus on the fact that you were thrown off and didn’t see it coming, or make yourself feel guilty that it even hurt you in the first place. Just get back up, and focus on what you need to do to feel better. Take out the thorn and go back to doing what you preferred to be doing.

If you’re hurting from something or someone that you didn’t think was big enough to upset you, don’t feel silly. The more you tell yourself you’re stupid for feeling hurt, the less you’re giving yourself what you need to heal. Recognize its size compared to your strength, will and determination and that perhaps it’s just testing your faith.

Thorns and trials are just a way of reminding you to appreciate how good you have it, when things are good. They make you stronger, and better, and grateful.

While the thorn in my foot is gone, my life will never be void of trials. It doesn’t work that way. I just have to get up, pull out each thorn as they come, and be thankful for the strength and faith I have to keep going.

That – and continue to just, love life.abraham-lincoln-quote

Love,
Chianne

March 19, 2014

the second alarm clock

We live in a constantly changing, fast paced world. We are surrounded by people, and challenged with survival of the fittest. You are always pushed to do better than you did before, and be better than you were yesterday. You can either sink or swim. You have to adapt, become innovative, and stay motivated – or else you’ll easily get left behind. Someone will always try to one-up you, climb the ladder faster than you, or just merely out run you.

For the most part, I think this is a good thing. I believe we’ve been given one life to live, and are put on this Earth to be successful, driven, happy, grateful and helpful people. Without losing balance, quality of life, or the appreciation of the small things, I believe it is good to keep being a better you; so long as you’re only comparing yourself to you.

Sometimes, though, I think it’s just as (if not more) important to slow down and take one second to realize how far you’ve come. What have you done in the last year, month, or even week that you didn’t think you could do five years ago? What responsibilities do you tackle daily, or trials have you overcome? Give yourself credit for the person you are, are working to be, or have become. alarm clock

When times are tough, we often focus on how hard and unfair life always seems to be. When times are great, it is so easy to forget what we accomplished to get to that happy place. Every day may not be easy, but there is good in you, everyday.

There are days – like today – that I’m just proud of myself for waking up after only the second alarm clock buzz. Maybe you’re proud that you went to the gym two days this week, or that you didn’t burn dinner for the first time. Be proud of the big accomplishments you’ve made, but remember that your life is just made up of tiny, everyday, one-step-at-a-time decisions.

If we don’t take the time to slow down every once in a while, and appreciate the path we’ve come from and the journey we’re on – what’s the point of getting where we’re going? What is your second alarm clock buzz?

Be proud of something, big or small, that you’ve done today. And always remember to just, love life.

Love,
Chianne