Before I became an Apple worshipping, Amazon Kindle loving, multi-gadget owning chick, I was “that person”. That person who had to have her then three year old daughter boot up a computer and open a browser so I could search for song lyrics or look at the gruesome pictures of dead celebrities. As I became savvier at using the computer, I taught myself to knit, learned how to make lasagna, and begin to participate in Yahoo groups. I made many virtual friends through those Yahoo groups, but I also met some horrible folks as well. I could spend the rest of this post waxing poetic about the great people, but this isn’t what I’m on my cyber soap box about.
I’d heard about Chalk Paint in the past, and seen the different completed projects online, but I wasn’t sure how well the paint would work for me. Turns out, it’s easy to re-finish and revitalize vintage furniture with Annie Sloan’s Chalk Paint! With the French Linen I got, I thought I’d paint one of the vintage church chairs I bought from The Habitat for Humanity ReStore last fall.
I can remember the first time I breastfed my oldest child almost 15 years ago. Unlike many, breastfeeding was the norm in my family so it wasn’t really a big decision for me. After seeing it done so often, I fully expected it to be natural and easy. I didn’t get what I expected.
The lactation consultant came into my hospital room shortly after birth to help me through feeding my baby for the first time. I was almost annoyed by the fact that she was there. “My body was made for this,” I thought. “What do I need her for?” Then I started breastfeeding my child.
In the last 6 months, Ayva has gone to dance camp, taken swim classes, joined a soccer team, been promoted in her Bible classes, and started kindergarten. She’s learning to read, taken up drawing (a lot), and has recorded 2 videos for her YouTube series. Every morning when she wakes up, she pulls out her writing tablet to practice writing the words that she knows, or creates stories with the dozens of stuffed animals that sleep in her bed. Basically, she’s totally rocking life. …
There are a lot of reasons why I decided to go Spelman College, a historically black, woman’s college. But the surprising part is that I did so that I could not be looked at as a black woman. Well, not just a black woman. Being black and a woman is part of who I am, and I am very proud of that fact. But for so much of my life, that has been all that I am.
At Spelman, almost everyone is a black woman, so that is no longer a descriptive character trait. I have to look beyond my race and gender and look at who else I am. What else I bring to the table. I am not trying to ignore the fact that I am a black woman, I just see Spelman as a way to better find out who I am as a person.
It was 11am. I’d stayed up until 4am the night before, just like every other night. I heard the shuffling of the family around 8am, but decided to turn over and go back to bed. Something told me to get in as much rest as I could this morning. It’s amazing how your mind and body know exactly what you need. They both knew, my body especially, that this would be the last morning I could lounge in bed without interruptions.
Once I dragged myself out of bed, I felt even more exhausted. I was rested, but my body ached, especially down in that pelvis area. During my doctor’s appointment a few days before, I wasn’t dilated but I knew my time was winding down. I shared with my doctor that I’d predicted the baby arriving August 30th. Since I knew he was a boy, that date had haunted my mind. He laughed and said “maybe so,” then sent me on my way to make next week’s appointment. As I walked through the hallway from our bedroom to the front of the house, I remembered that conversation. Then I remembered the date: August 30th.
There are lots of days when I think that I do not completely have this homeschooling thing in my grasp. The twizzlers pretty much get to do fun activities, while the ladybug is working on her printing and reading comprehension. Those days can sometimes be exhausting and cause me to want to give up for the next day or three, so we try to switch it up. I’m SO grateful for the homeschool co-op that I finally decided to connect with this year (hello fear of being judged by other homeschoolers) and we have been trying to do at least two outside activities with the group each month. Sometimes it works, other times not so much, but the ONE thing that I’m learning is it’s not going to make me a failure.
Every successful person has had to deal with fear. Uncertainty and fear are obstacles that every successful person has had to overcome at some point in their journey. They have had to make the conscious decision to take significant action to overcome obstacles they encounter.
9 Steps to Move From Fear to Freedom
These steps will enable you take that significant action:
- Simply decide to succeed. Sounds pretty simple and easy. The first step in your success is making a conscious decision to do so. However, once you’ve truly decided to go for your dreams, affirm to yourself that there is no other option – and no room for fear or doubt – in your mind. In fact, the word ‘decide’ means to cut yourself off from any other possibility.
Go to your bosom; Knock there and ask your heart what it doth know. ~Shakespeare
How often have you promised yourself something and didn’t follow through?
Or made a decision based on your second thought when you should have gone with your first?
Perhaps, you followed the path of someone else when you knew in your heart you should have listened to your intuition…and you paid for it later.
No wonder we can’t trust ourselves!
But you know what’s crazy? When someone else promises us something and don’t follow through, we look at them side-eyed. “Untrustworthy,” we say.
Think about it. Twenty bucks (20!) can provide a lifetime of vaccines for a child in another country who might die from disease otherwise. That’s four children who can now have a shot at reading a book or attending a tea party! If you’ve donated, thanks! If you haven’t, think about it?