COME TO ME MY SWEETEST THING

Sweet baby Jesus what a summer it has been.

Holy Crap.

I can hardly keep up with the glitter bombs going off in my life right now. Can someone hand me an umbrella please?

Before you begin the eye rolling and your gag reflex kicks in, let me clear a few things up. This has not been an easy summer. Not even a little bit.

As is standard protocol in this game called life, there are the usual disaster areas, construction zones, major obstacles and genuinely painful experiences happening in every single nook, cranny and corner of my existence. I have had some big “oops” moments and have done my fair share of overcommitting, over-planning, overdoing it in general, actually (big surprise there, huh?).

Yep. And? So? That’s just how I roll.

However, along with all the roadblocks, detours, and re-routing, however, I have experienced quite the personal remodel.

No, I’m not (gasp) talking about fitness. I’m talking about how I feel. Well, actually, how my soul feels. And how the universe is just . . . bringing it home. Big time. Like, knocking.it.out.of.the.fucking.PARK.

Hot damn.

It appears to me that the concept of manifestation, or the law of attraction is a real thing.

Seriously. It’s legit.

I read this today, on Blissbombed:

“Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Yes. Precisely. Exactly. And also,

“The bottom line is: we must be working on arriving at the destination for which we were put on this planet.” ~Yehuda Berg

I went into last summer with an internal suitcase packed full of vision, inspiration, motivation and a super charged dose of courage. I did not, by the way, bring along a definitive strict or structured plan, have money in the bank, or even craft a graceful exit strategy.

I just knew what I wanted, and so I let the universe know.

It’s been delivering little packages for me ever since.

I’ve spent a little over a year working, waiting, building networks, establishing communities, getting stronger, learning how to stand on my own two feet and seeing how I might begin to contribute to the happiness of others in a more consistent way and from a stable platform.

It’s been scary as hell a lot of the time. I took some really big risks and made, arguably, some decisions that might not pay off later. There have been times when I started to question myself and those choices, and almost gave up on my dreams to live this amazing life in this most amazing way. Almost.

And, finally, things are changing, again. The corner pieces in the puzzle of my life are fitting together, quite nicely and without force.  The life I’ve envisioned for myself is starting to happen and I am moving forward thoughtfully, but incredibly open.

Yep.

Zen. Brought you by my friends and teachers at Zuda Yoga Teacher Training. A life altering experience offered just twice a year; sign-up and get to know the new you.

Kidding. But not really.

I feel, again, a renewed sense of energy. A total body contentment. A restored peace within. Grounded. Centered. Chakras aligned (or something) and quite honestly, like there are yellow beams of light streaming out of my very being.

Does this mean I won’t get sad again? That my chakras won’t close? That I’m headed to the Social Security office now to rename myself “Suzie S. Sunshine?”

Yeah. No.

I recognize that while my current reality is overall quite lovely, shit happens. Life goes on. Things change, and fast.

I can name 10 major stressors in my life in under ten seconds flat at any given time. I can also, however, name 20 great things in five. Perspective is everything. The energy I put out is the energy I will rebound.

“The mind is above time and space. If you decide not to complain, it will immediately compensate you with intuition.” ~Yogi Bajan

Choose to see good, and more good comes. Send the universe love, get it back. Give gratitude, reap it tenfold. Be humble, find success. Be generous, receive more abundance than you can hold.

If you want something, define it, very clearly, and then ask for it. Make a vision board, write your intentions down, and send them out with and from your heart. Let the universe see it, let the universe see YOU, and get your buckets ready for the cosmic rain that is assured to follow.

Know what you want, and then, my darling friends, go fucking get it.

 

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FIX YOU

Oops, I did it again.

Yes, that was a Brittany reference. No, I’m not sorry.

Want to read this AWESOME story? Click here: elephant has it now.

Namaste.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/07/slow-your-roll-tips-for-learning-to-chill-michelle-sweezey/

WHERE IS MY MIND

Feeling a little pissed off? Ability to hide your crazy taking a steep and rapid descent? Having a mini-meltdown, in the middle of the grocery store, on a Monday night? On a scale of stockbroker to stay-at-home mom, how stressed are you feeling?

 INDICATORS YOU’RE ABOUT TO LOSE YOUR SHIT

1. Your shoulders are making cozy with your ears. Like, I think they’re going steady.

2. You are holding back tears, vomit, or both. Either way it just sounds wretched. Yes, wretched, not ratchet, although from my understanding of the word as explained to me by a seventeen year old, maybe that too, given the right scenario. . .

3.  You are walking in circles. Or repeatedly into another room without a purpose. Possibly also up and down the hallway. In any case, it’s freaking the kids out a bit.

4. You are speaking in “grit.” Through your teeth, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, angry lines fired up and throbbing on your forehead.

5. You suck at communicating. Only your toddler can understand your repeated broken half sentences. Your friends and family aren’t sure if you are regressing, or simply practicing for your years in the old folks home.

6. Certain things, like the sight of laundry, a “to do” list, or homework time, serve as emotional triggers for you and send you running in the opposite direction faster than a man being asked to commit.

7. You have developed adult ADD. Can’t.finish.a.single.ta. . s . . .k. . .   #squirrel!

8. You are packing white knuckles. This is definitely better than brass knuckles but. . . mayyyyyyybe the clenched fists are an indicator there is a problem brewing. Possibly. Just a thought.

9. Your heart skipped a beat, and not in a good way. Right after the epic and virulent sinking of your gut, your heart found a new rhythm- double time.

10. Your body is having a shitstorm. Rapid and unpredictable changes in body temperature as well as ever changing levels of bodily precipitation are occurring. Hot flashes, sweaty palms, dry mouth. All happening. All right now.

Meet one or more of this criteria? Congratulations. You are most likely about to enter the Land of the Lost. Bring an umbrella, the weather there is rather crappy, so I hear.  Or, conversely, CTFD already. Not sure how? Check it; here’s a little list of techniques I’ve borrowed, modified, and completely made up created to get myself down off the metaphorical ledge. Try them out, see if they work for you too. You’ve got nothing to lose but, uh, your own shit.

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BABY GOT BACK

Change. Get used to it.  This post can now be found here.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/07/baby-got-back-falling-in-love-with-my-new-body-michelle-sweezey/

Happy Happy Joy Joy!

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