Rethinking Our Way To Success

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As a child, I, as were others was programmed to think a certain way. This morning as I was walking to my car, a thought ran across my mind prompting an epiphany, if you will. The thought involved my son and I realized the context of it, was clearly influenced by my upbringing. It was at that moment, I said to myself, self you need to work on retraining your thought pattern.

Some well known motivational speakers call negative thinking, “stinkin’ thinkin’,” others call it “ruminating”. Now, the essence of my thought about my son wasn’t negative but it wasn’t affirmative either. My focus was more on what he hasn’t accomplished instead of on what he has. Now, I’m a firm believer that our thoughts have as much power as our words.

This is why I believe we should be cognizant of what we say as well as what we think. My son is a gifted photographer. When he was a teenager, I used to tell him he’d call me one day from the Amazon Rainforest as he sat swatting flies, waiting on the perfect shot. In retrospect, I decided to rethink that. It’s my dream for my son to work for National Geographic, but not necessarily his.

How many times have you inadvertently said something or thought something only to have your thoughts or words manifested. I’ve heard countless successful individuals state how they professed what they would one day accomplish. They spoke and believed what they wanted for their lives. I’ve begun to work on this process. I have affirmations I read aloud on a daily basis and I’ve added a in couple for my son. I now see myself where I’d like to be in 3 – 5 – and even 10 years. It’s a matter of retraining myself to think on the outcome I desire and more so the outcome God wants for me. I’m learning to rethink my way to success.

Many people have already mastered the art of positive thinking, perhaps you’re one of them. If however, you’re like me and still working on it. I invite you to join me as we rethink our way to success. For the most part, I’m a pretty positive person, but there’s always room for growth!

P.S. As for my son, I’m focused on the fantastically creative photographer his is and applauding his growth. I’m rethinking my role as mom and cheerleader. It’s my place to offer kudos from the sidelines and only come into the game when invited. By the way, my picture for this blog is one of his. It’s a shot of the bridge over the Mataponi River in King and Queen County at night. If you’re interested in knowing more about my son and his work, just let me know.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Soooo, what just happened?

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“There are three types of people in the world: those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder what happened.” I’ve heard the previous quote by the late Mary Kay Ash on more than one occasion. One morning I had a conversation with a co-worker whom I find to be exceptionally gifted and bright. However, as I listened to her words, I found myself placing her in the second category of the late Mary Kay Ash’s quote. Now before you pass judgement on me for presumably passing judgement on her, allow me to explain.

On that morning another co-worker had been called into our supervisor’s office and offered a promotion. For the sake of clarity, I’ll call her Co-worker B, and the other Co-worker A. Following Co-worker B’s disappearance into our supervisor’s office, Co-worker A became consumed with curiosity as to what the talk between Co-worker B and our supervisor was about. “The talk” was the hot topic of the morning as Co-worker A, two others and I walked to our cars after completing our night shift. When I spotted Co-worker B headed toward her car, Co-worker A waited to inquire from her as to what had “happened.” Well, as I previously said, Co-worker B had been offered a promotion.

A third of the way into my drive home, my phone rang, it was Co-worker A. She was beside herself with anger about Co-worker B’s offer. She was upset because she herself had asked to apply for the promotion and was told she didn’t qualify. Her rant went on for the remainder of my drive and then some. Co-worker A was upset because she felt disrespected and walked over. She felt that all her hard work, coming in on days we were short to help out and attending numerous meetings was all for naught. No one noticed; no one cared. All her toiling was futile.

As I listened to her, I came to realize she was waiting for acknowledgement and opportunities to be given to her. Now, sometimes that concept works and sometimes it doesn’t. I’m not trying to make light of her situation because I know her character and how hard of a worker she is. I know all she said is truth. The picture I’m trying to paint here is, how this gifted, talented, and intelligent woman was watching things happen instead of saying, the heck with this, I’m going to grab the bull by the horns and make something happen for me!

I’ve come to understand we have everything we need to succeed already on the inside of us, all we have to do is tap into it. After listening, I suggested to Co-worker A, that she take her talents and resources and carve out a future for herself instead of waiting for something to happen. At the end of our conversation, Co-worker A agreed with me; not only did she agree, she took action.

So many times in life, we sit silently by and allow opportunity to slip away. Instead of going after our dreams we allow them to grow dust. We not only watch things happen, we wonder what happened. I, too, have been guilty of this. As of a couple years ago, I made the decision to take steps to make things happen in my life. Now, I’m a firm believer that God has the final say, but James 2:26 that says  “. . . faith without works is dead.”

I don’t believe God wants me sitting idly by waiting for opportunity to fall in my lab, I believe we have some control of our future and it’s up to us to set our goals and execute. It’s up to us to make things happen!

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Lovin’ The Skin I’m In (make-up free!)

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Lately, there has been much media attention on young ladies and women who’ve sustained injury due to illegal butt injections gone wrong. Quite a few of those receiving the illegal injections, have died or been victims of severe complications. The sad thing is, they are dying or becoming maimed for no reason at all.

The women and young ladies I’m speaking of, have fallen victim of the latest rage; that is having a big booty. We see these booty’s everywhere; in videos, magazines, and on TV to name a few. As a woman who struggled with poor self image as a teen and young adult, I can understand the struggle my sisters now face. It seems now a days, if a woman or girl doesn’t possess a bodacious derriere, she risks not being seen as beautiful by her male counterparts. This leads me to an age old question. Why, do we as women feel we have to measure-up to some ridiculous standard, set by some unknown force, who feels someone died and left them in charge of what is considered beautiful?

Many people blame it on Rappers and Rap videos, but I believe it goes so much deeper and started many years before Rap was ever heard of. I believe the tearing down of a woman’s self image and self esteem dates back to the days of the Old Testament. The convenience of modern media is just a means of perpetuating it.

I remember growing up as a young girl and being ridiculed for my dark skin; later it was my thick lips. My saving grace was I had a mother who taught me to embrace who I was. My struggle as a teen was with my big legs and narrow hips. As an adult the degrading remarks came because, I don’t have the classic bodacious booty most women of color possess.

For quite a few years I struggled with the fact, my buttocks were not as round and firm as some of my sisters. To add insult to injury, I was even slapped on the butt and called “flats” on more than one occasion by men as well as women of different races. One day. however, I had an awakening. On that day, I embraced (as my mother taught me), the woman I am. I am a strong, intelligent, confident, vivacious and beautiful woman and I stand in all the glory of who God created has me to be.

My sisters everywhere. I challenge you to dare to be who you are. I challenge you to embrace every inch of your body, however you’re shaped and declare yourself to be beautiful, because you are. We don’t need a big butt or big boobs for that matter to be beautiful. The Bible states in Proverbs 30:31 (Amplified Version) “Charm and grace are deceptive, and beauty is vain [because it is not lasting], but a woman who reverently and worshipfully fears the Lord, she shall be praised!” Physical beauty is vain because 9 times out of 10, it doesn’t last!

Sister’s we must embrace, nurture and love ourselves as a whole, striving to become the best us we can be. As we age, it’s our inner beauty that will shine the brightest. It’s this inner woman who will fulfill all we are destined to be. I’ve included a link to Colbie Caillat’s song “Try” on YouTube; it’s of my favorite videos. (click here>) “Try” by Colbie Caillat

I hope the video and what I’ve said here will encourage you to love yourself just as you are. Be blessed!

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Who Am I Really?

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For so many years of my life, I’ve struggled with accepting who I am. I guess my reluctance was fueled by the nay-sayers if you will. You know who they are; the well meaning, self proclaimed-realistic folks who are always quick to point out why our ideas or dreams will never work out.

My dream as some of you may know was to take Broadway by storm. I wanted to sing, act and dance. As a child, I could be found one of two places, either on the floor with a book in my hands or in front of a mirror with a hairbrush aka “microphone” (mic) in my hand. I loved to sing and act out plays and stories I made up in my head.

As a creative, my personality was a bit different. I never really felt at home if you will unless, I was with other creatives, in the music/theater department of my high school or in front of a mirror with my mic. And so, I altered my personality so as to not be teased so much for my quirkiness.

To fast forward, I’m at the point in my life where wisdom has taken over and I’ve come to realize the only opinions that matter when it comes to who I really am, are mine and God’s. I’ve accepted my gift of creativity wholeheartedly and completely, along with the traits that make me . . . well me!

I’m animated, silly, passionate, contemplative, an extrovert who is at times withdrawn. I believe everyone next to me in line at the grocery store is comfortable carrying on a conversation. Although, my son who is an introvert, has assured me, not everyone enjoys talking with strangers. I’ve come full circle and relish in being me!

I don’t believe in “bucket lists,” instead, I have a longevity list because I’m going to need a long life to do everything I have planned. I’m going to take the acting lessons, I’ve always wanted and participate in plays. I plan on taking voice lessons again and joining a local choral. I refuse to be shamed into being someone I’m not just to fit in. My answer to that is, if you are at all bothered by my personality, you have the choice not to hang around me. And I’m perfectly fine with that. I am so in love with this fabulous creative spirit, God placed in me and I’ve never been happier in my life.

Perhaps you can relate to what I’ve been through, maybe you find yourself in that place now. Well, if you are, I say stop right now and fully embrace who you are. You see, we each were created with special gifts and by hiding them we are robbing the world of something very unique and special. We are robbing the world of us. Don’t waste another minute altering yourself to fit into a place you aren’t meant to be. Rise up in all your glorious you and join me in blessing this world with the beauty of who we really are.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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The Ebb And Flow of Relationships

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I recently had a conversation with a relative about a six month relationship she was in that had ended. As we talked, I shared something I’ve observed in successful marriages/courtships. I’ve learned in these relationships there is a natural ebb and flow much like the waves of the ocean or river. Perhaps you’ve stood on the shoreline of the beach or the banks of a river and watched the water as it gently moved.

There is something special in the way the waves of the ocean roll in and then as if on cue, roll back out again. The same can be seen when observing the flow of a river. At times it may seem as if the waters of a river aren’t even moving, but they are; naturally, gently, easily to a larger body of water. I liken the sync between two people who are meant to be together to the ebb and flow of the ocean or river.

I’m not saying happy couples don’t hit rough waters, I just believe the natural rhythm between the two enables them to weather the storms and come out on top. As my cousin and I spoke more, I pointed out to her, this natural ebb and flow isn’t just seen or felt in relationships between men and women. Have you ever met someone who became a new friend because you just hit it off? There is a feeling as if you’ve known them for life? Even in disagreeing, there is harmony. This is the ebb and flow I’m speaking of.

I believe we know in the beginning when a relationship is right for us. I believe we feel that natural rhythm; we feel that we are in sync even though we’ve just met.I also believe we know when it isn’t right. There is an uneasiness and discord that’s felt. I have two best friends that happen to be men. Although, we are only friends, there is an uncanny ease between us, so much so, when I hangout with either of them, people think we’re a couple. Again, it’s this natural flow that I see between couples who are happy.

As my relative and I talked she began to realize her relationship had required extra work from day one. We even went on to talk about friendships we’ve had with women that took so much work, we grew tired and let the friendships go. “I see what you mean,” she eventually said.

I’ve been single for awhile, although I’ve dated. I’ve remained single because I now understand the natural ebb and flow of relationships. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for or expecting perfect. I’m just no longer trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, if you will. And I’m happy to say, I don’t think my relative will either.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Okay, so I’m not a beast.

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I’ve been into health and fitness since I was eighteen years old. There were times when I’d slack off and gain a few pounds but when recommitting, I’d be fortunate to loose the weight. I’m usually in the gym four to five times a week. I do strength training two days a week.

A couple days ago, I went to the gym to do my cardio and strength training. I felt fine when doing the cardio, but when it came time for weights, I felt unusually tired. Me being me, I pushed through. That night, I felt lethargic and developed chest pain. I took a antacid and felt better. The next morning, the lethargy returned, I skipped the gym and I ended up in my doctors office receiving an EKG.

You may be wondering why I’m sharing my story with you. Well, I’d like to use myself as an example as to why we should listen to our bodies. So many times, especially in this day and age, we drive ourselves to the point of exhaustion in order to accomplish everything on our “To do” list. We allow life to pressure us into keeping up with some unseen force and truth be told, other people. We may work high pressured jobs with unrelenting managers. Perhaps we are self-employed with a certain quota to meet each month in order to stay in the black.

All of the above as it pertains to maintaining our lifestyle is understandable, but as my mother used to say, “take time each day to smell the roses.” My daily relaxation is in the form of meditation. I try to fit meditation in each day if only for fifteen to twenty minutes. Meditation clears the mind and allows clarity, it lowers the blood pressure and relaxes our muscles, to name a few.

Perhaps meditation isn’t your thing; well that’s understandable. I urge you, however, to find your form of relaxation. Whatever leads you to a place of tranquility and peace. It’s imperative we spend time loving on ourselves and giving back to us. I do believe de-stressing and detoxing on a daily basis is effective in keeping us healthy and may even promote longevity. So, on days when you find yourself pushing to the limits, remember it’s okay not to be a beast.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Bitter-Sweet Memories

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One day last week, I attended a networking event for women in my area. The venue was in a shopping center I used to frequent as young mother after my son was born. There was a store at that time in the shopping center, that sold discounted children’s wear, and furniture. I can remember buying my son a highchair, stroller and disposable diapers there.

After the event was over, I did a slow cruise through the parking lot. So many memories filled my mind and heart. I recalled the sound of my son’s voice as a child and the sweet smell of his skin as a baby and toddler. The remembrance of those days, now long since gone brought tears to my eyes. I’d say they were bitter-sweet.

Bitter-sweet because time continues on and we can’t go back, When my son was a little boy, I did things with him to create memories for both of us. I spent quite a bit of quality time with him; I took lots of pictures with my camera and my mind. I used to hold his tiny hands as often as I could. I’d sit by his bed and watch him sleep and when he fell asleep in my arms, I’d listen to the sound of him breathing close to my ear.

I’m so incredibly thankful for my son and having had the opportunity to raise him. My son has been an exceptional child and young man. As a baby and toddler, he used to wake from a nap laughing. He never gave me a minutes grief as a teenager. He obtained the rank of Eagle Scout and is now a phenomenal photographer.

Looking back over our past can be bitter-sweet when we realize the past can not be relived and there are things we’d like to change or experience again. But we can draw from the sweetness of those memories and focus on the now and future, because I believe the best is yet to come. If you find yourself living in the past, may I kindly suggest you refocus your thoughts? What is done is done and what is gone is gone, however, if we learn to live in the now; to be present in this moment our views on life will change completely.

I miss the days of my son as a baby and little boy but his days as a young adult man bring me just as much joy. He still comes to me with wonder and excitement in his eyes when experiencing something new. He still shares his hopes and dreams with me and believe it or not, we still play around and act silly sometimes.

The present has so many wonderful things to offer us as does the future. Lets keep our eyes focused on the now and enjoy the blessings of today, with that we will reap the sweet without the bitter.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Also look for Raising Tristan on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1pL4GqN and on Kindle http://amzn.to/1AlHl6g