Beware the Fast Talkers

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I was recently approached by a co-worker asking for help with his writing project. He is an entrepreneur with current up and running businesses and the gift of gab, if you will. What stood out in the conversation was his wording. Let me pause here and give you a bit of insight into what I do. Aside from my writing, I get a salary for listening. I always tell my family and friends, I get paid to listen.

As we talked this morning, he began sharing his vision for his book with me. One theme stood out, he wanted my skills as a writer. Now, I have no qualms assisting him with his project, but I realized my assistance would involve a lot more than coaching.

It’s been said, writing a book is a lot like giving birth and I suppose it is. Any writer will tell you, it take a lot of time, patience and sometimes struggle to create. We spend hours alone with our laptops, tablets or pens and paper bringing our characters to life and no one can tell our story for us. That is unless we use a ghostwriter. My co-worker’s wording had ghostwriter written all over it.

Years ago, I would have fallen for the idea and consequently over committed myself. (Growth is a beautiful thing) I have since become more astute. As I stated earlier, I don’t mind assisting my co-worker but I will make it clear, this is his project. Hence he will do the work.

I’m sharing this because there are those who’ve learned to manipulate words to convey a message far differently than what we think we’ve heard. And in the end, we find ourselves inundated with more responsibility than we can handle. It could be because they aren’t proficient in the tasks they need help with and not just about laziness. To that I say, what an opportune time for a learning experience under our tutelage. In the case of laziness, no better time than the present to roll up the sleeves and go to work, again under our guidance.

The art of listening along with the assertiveness to say no will save us a lot of grief when conversing with a Fast Talker. Stand your ground and redirect the conversation letting them know you’re there for them but the work to be done is theirs.

Ciao!

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Living Fearlessly

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One of my favorite cliches is “awwww live on the edge.” The interesting thing is although I  strongly suggested others live fearlessly, and proclaimed to do so myself,  I really wasn’t. I allowed fear to control many of my decisions and often dominate my life. However, I recently resolved to truly live life to the fullest. That includes tossing fear aside and living on the edge.

My decision came about following a recent awakening. The beautiful thing is, I’ve never felt so free in my entire life. I’m doing as many of the things I’ve always wanted to do as possible. With that, I’ve developed a longevity list. I don’t believe in Bucket lists for me because it conjures feelings of having to complete a list of things as quickly as possible. I prefer the term longevity  because I’ll need a long life to enjoy all the activities I have planned for myself.

I want to put my discomfort with heights aside and go zip lining with my family. I plan to audition to sing the National Anthem at a professional sports event. And that trip to Italy no long sounds like too much time in the air.

The amazing thing about living fearlessly is it brings a sense of joy along with the freedom.  Each time an item is crossed off my longevity list, I feel exhilarated and challenged to move onto the next item. As always, I share my stories to encourage others to join me in embracing life. So, toss caution to the wind, as they say and join me in living on the edge. In other words, Live Fearlessly!

 

How Rude!

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I have a treatable but painful chronic condition that on occasion causes me to use crutches. On one such occasion I needed to pick up a few items from a local grocery store. As I moved about the store on my crutches, I was amazed at how many people treated me as though I were invisible.

No one seemed to notice as I hobbled along. And all those who passed me pushing shopping carts with the exception of one woman, never broke their speed. It was if they looked straight ahead and refused to see me. One man actually cut me off as I moved to make a selection from the floral section. As he passed me, he offered a flippant apology, to which I made no reply.

This experience led me to ponder how must people with permanent disabilities feel?  Are they ignored when they shop as I was as they try to move from one isle to the next, only to have someone almost topple them over? Do they find, no one holds or opens  doors for them?

Perhaps my situation was perceived as temporary in the minds of my fellow shoppers. If so, that perception may cause them to treat me as though I weren’t in need of patience. Call me biased but I believe anyone with a disability deserves respect and compassion. Not sympathy but compassion. I’ll be the first to say, although I live with chronic pain, I don’t want sympathy. But if you’d like to hold the door open for me, and anyone else who could use it, that would be great.

Ciao!

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

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A little bird singing in the rain.

8352_A-sweet-little-bird-on-a-rock-in-the-rain“Baby, you’re like a little bird singing in the rain.” Those were my late mother’s words to me on more than one occasion. She based those words on my tenacity; my ability to never give up. What my mother was telling me in essence was, she saw me as a worshiper.

Have you ever had your attention drawn to a window because you heard a bird singing it’s heart out in the pouring rain? Most birds will seek shelter when it storms but every now and again, one will stay and sing; that was my mother’s definition of a worshiper. A worshiper will sing in spite of. In spite of their circumstances, their feelings, or their health to name a few. Like that little bird who raises it’s voice in song to our Creator in the storm, a worshiper will raise their voice with tears streaming down their face.

I, like most people have had my share of hardships. When things become unbearable, I do what comes naturally. I close my eyes, throw my head back and I worship God. And above all, I trust and believe that in my brokenness like that little bird singing in the rain, my prayers are heard.

Quite often, life throws us curve balls, it’s what we do with those curve balls that matter. The next time you find yourself caught in one of life’s storms, close your eyes and throw your head back. And then like the bird in the rain, sing.

Ciao!

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

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Beyond Cancer

Still waters from South CarolinaWell, this may be one of the most emotional blogs I’ve been led to write so far. This morning, I attended a breakfast in honor of a co-worker who’s in the process of defeating cancer. She looked radiant, full of life and beautiful; as she should. It blessed my heart to see employees coming from all over the building to grab a bite to eat and place a donation in the jar to help out with her expenses.

My co-worker was humble and gracious as person after person stepped forward to hug her and offer continued support. She quietly answered our questions, providing a small glimpse into her world. None of her actions evoked pitiful stares or comments but demonstrated a woman strong in her faith.

Cancer is an awful beast. It has stolen time from a number of my family members including, my oldest sister. My sister was a remarkable woman and artist. She was intelligent, beautiful, talented, wise, kind, giving and all around incredible. For three years she fought a valiant fight but one day her body grew tired and she closed her eyes for the last time. Here in lies the beyond.

When my sister died, we had to make a decision. Do we allow grief to consume us or do we move beyond cancer and keep living. We chose to move beyond. I believe that’s what everyone must do, especially those receiving the diagnosis. We must dig deep and find the tenacity to stare cancer in the face and say, you may not have my future.

Although my sister died, her belief in God and assurance of an eternal home saw her move beyond cancer. She knew that on the other side of the door she walked through, God and the angels were waiting to greet her. Those who receive a cancer-free diagnosis after treatment have purposed in their hearts long before their first therapy to move beyond.

It takes tenacity, obstinacy, and resolution to look challenges in the eye and say, I will move beyond this. Cancer is a challenge. I agree with Henry Ford when he said, “whether you think you can, or think you can’t— you’re right.” The challenges you face may be different from those faced by me and others. Regardless of the situation, make a decision today to move beyond. Your future awaits.

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

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The Return of Camelot

 

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Today I was going through a stack of magazines I had obviously put aside to read. One magazine in particular caught my eye. It was a tribute to the Kennedy years. On the cover was a picture of the late President John Fitzgerald Kennedy and his wife the late Jacquelyn Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.  Although I was a child when Kennedy was in office, I remember those years vividly.

John Kennedy was young, handsome, charismatic and intelligent. He was the hope of lower and middle class America, regardless of race or ethnicity. We saw him as sagacious, astute and yet personable. In the eyes of the people in my community he was the answer. Mrs. Kennedy was beautiful, charming, equally as intelligent and quite the trendsetter. Together they were our royalty; our Camelot.

Growing up, my mother encouraged me to find mentors and heroes who looked like me. President  and Mrs. Kennedy did not, but just as the rest of the United States, I embraced them as my own. As a little girl, I was a dreamer. I pretended to be a princess, acted out plays with my dolls, even wrote a few stories back then. The Kennedy’s brought the splendor of Camelot into my little world and then just as the magic began with John Kennedy’s Presidency, it was one day silenced. Our President was assassinated and my Camelot was gone.

I’m now a grown woman with a child of my own, but I never completely let go of my desire for the return of Camelot. My wish was granted on November 4, 2008 with the election of President Barack Hussein Obama. For me he was young, handsome, charismatic, and intelligent. I saw him as sagacious, astute and yet personable. His wife, Mrs. Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama was beautiful, charming, equally as intelligent and quite the trendsetter. Together they were and still are my royalty and the return of Camelot.

The fact that Mr. Obama’s Presidency is the subject of controversy is no secret and this is not a political  opinion. This is the expression of a grown woman, who saw her childhood dream realized. My Camelot has returned in all it’s splendor and above all, they look just like me.

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

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Living Our Truth

 

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There is a freedom that comes with finally accepting one’s truth. My journey to accepting and living my truth began with the cutting of my hair. My father and paternal grandmother gifted me with long, thick hair. At it’s longest point, my hair was midway my back. I received compliment after compliment on my hair, everyone loved it.

Grooming my hair would take anywhere from two to two and a half hours. If I chose not to do it myself, I spent upwards of $50.oo a pop. One day, I decided I’d had enough. You see, my hair wasn’t my own, it belonged to everyone else. I was tired of tying up half my morning or night and spending way too much money.  And so, I walked into my girlfriend’s salon one day and asked her to cut my hair completely off.

People were shocked and couldn’t believe I’d cut all my “long pretty hair off.” I, on the other hand felt free. I needed to live my truth and my truth said I had way too much hair and I didn’t enjoy the upkeep. My next moment of truth came when I decided to no longer color my hair. I made an executive decision to proudly show my gray; my salt and pepper.

Following the decision to no longer color, I was lectured by well meaning souls on how they would never allow their gray to show. I was told by some how they would continue to color their hair as had their parents and grandparents before them. To that I said, “good for you, God gave me this gray hair and I’m wearing it proudly.” The Bible says in Proverbs 16:31  “Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained by living a Godly life.” So, there we have it. The Bible said it and that’s enough for me.

Many times in life, we struggle to live our truth. We may feel we don’t know what our truth is or we may be uncomfortable embracing it. Other’s may try and place their belief/truth on us and we cave into the peer pressure. I’ve come to believe deep down inside, we know what our truth is; we’re born knowing.

Think about the children in our lives. How easy it is for them to live honestly; to say exactly what’s on their minds. They live their truth. I’ve decided it’s time for me to audaciously be who I am; to valiantly accept my beliefs. To live my truth.

I implore you to join me on this journey. “Let your yes be yes and your no be no.” (Matthew 5:37) Life is too long and too short not to live happily and happiness is a state of mind. The next time you make a decision based on your beliefs and the naysayers/haters and the “well, I would” folk try and change your mind, live I say. Live for you and embrace your truth!

Ciao!

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

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Savannah is the author of The Prey now available in eBook on Kindle http://amzn.to/1xg0pgM and on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1q5hncz

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