Got Stress??

Whew, let’s talk about stress baby, let’s talk about you and me, let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be, LET’S TALK ABOUT STRESS….let’s talk about Stress. (to the tune of a song by an all-girl rap group from my youth, you may know it. If so sing along, heeeeheee)

Is that you, are you a stressed mommy who want to just have a day of calm?

I for sure know all about that word.

As a full-time earner, new business owner, mother, wife, community advocate, ministry leader, gardner, many hats a mom wears, yada yada yada…….I CAN RELATE!

What I don’t do though is indulge in stress.

I have the tools to acknowledge when stress is about to rear his ugly head. BAM

But I remember being there. Here is what happened to my mind and body during stress;

  • forgot everything – appointments, paying bills, how to do simple things like making my favorite meals
  • yell a bunch at everyone – kids, co-workers, drivers
  • weakness in my body – physically unable to complete tasks, fatigued throughout the day
  • sleep loss – reeling in my head at night, toss and turn, least amount of sleep ever
A terrible time I had to coach myself through with the life coaching tools I learned.
The first step to get on the other side of stress to literally experience it.
To lean into the stress to find out what I need to learn about it.
To let it be.
After doing it a few times, I notice it sneaking up on me and I call it out – Not Today Stress, I See YOU!
If you want to learn how to process stress, hop on a call with me. Click this link to get er’ done.
Listen you do not have to be afraid of stress. You can totally own it. You got this.

Poetry should we do it or not??

As a little girl, I used to enjoy writing poetry.

By high school, we were required to write essays and critical analysis’s.

I let poetry fall by the wayside.

I didn’t pick it back up.

I found a journal of poetry when I was moving five years ago and cried. ..

RIH – Rest In Heavy Monaye’s Poetry

Poetry has always found a way into my heart to bring joy.
Whether through smiles or tears.

Rest-In-Peace Mary Oliver
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes?
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver

The Price of LOVE

Today I’m reminded of a person who was taken from this world.

I’m reminded of how I tried to hide my grief of his death for 14 years.

I’m reminded of how his son would never see him on this Earth again.

I grieved today and it’s OK.

I let it happen.

I allowed the tears to stream.

I didn’t resist, I didn’t hold back, I wasn’t embarrassed that those around me could hear me sob.

I CAN handle grief

I am not weak because I choose to grieve.

He was loved.