Through out time it has been demonstrated that most people are a product of their environment. They wake up by a bell, are told how they should look, eat and act by the media, they go to class and change classes by the bell and then go home again to be told again,how they should look, eat and act by their parents/guardians.
Some of us have the reality of breaking free from those puppeteers strings. However, the majority of us still wake up by a bell, do as we are told and behave the way someone else says we need to behave.
Here is an awesome quote that I hope you take to heart:
“If you don’t set a baseline standard for what you’ll accept in your life, you’ll find it’s easy to slip into behaviors and attitudes or a quality of life that’s far below what you deserve. You need to set and live by these standards no matter what happens in your life.”— Anthony Robbins, Awaken the Giant Within
I encourage you all to decide what standard is good for you...and take the steps necessary to change your patterns, belief systems and surroundings and start living the way you deserve!!
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
1998 The year I thought was the beginning of a new life
I told you in my last post that I was really going to get real.
I came across something I had written in 1998. I had just divorced and moved to Pa to live with my father. My boys were so young.... so was I....
I had decided to put my self through college....one of the things that my ex would not allow me to do... it was kind of a I will show you kind of thing....
This was a writing assignment... and when I reread it recently all the emotions came back...
October 5th, 1998
Journey to the Beginning of my Life
The sun was rising The air was crisp and refreshing. I took a deep breath. I could feel my heart flutter. I took one last look at my surroundings. It had been our home for the last ten years. As I began this journey I realized it wasn't just a moving trip to Hilltown, Pennsylvania, it was the beginning of a whole new life.
My sons had fallen asleep. They had spent the whole day before saying goodbye to their father. What an emotional nightmare for a four and six year old to have to go through.
It was an emotional hell I knew to well. Ten years of trying to hold it all together. Ten years of crying deep in my soul. Crying for just one kind word, one that would come from the heart. If only he could love as passionately as he hated. My soul cried desperately for someone to rescue that little girl trapped inside my body.
I did try to understand and made all the excuses in the world for him. He was raised in a communist country. He was taught about religion by underground Catholicism. He saw his family in and out of prison because of their political affiliations. He basically lived a rough life, learning to hate, learning to retaliate. This is why he did what he did...this is why he was always so angry.
Sixty five miles per our did not seem fast enough. The memories came in and out of my head faster than each mile marker went by. the farther away from Montgomery I drove, the more my heart fluttered. I became more and more excited, more exhilarated. All my senses seemed to heighten.
I could suddenly hear the crickets chirping along. I never noticed the crickets...not like this, they were chirping in a steady song as if singing to me...."Don't look back, Don't look back...". The grass glistened in its bath of morning dew. I could see each little rainbow shining from each droplet. The shade of green gave me a sense of new life. A rebirth of the day yet to come. The air smelled like dampened earth. I could feel the warmth of the sun as it slowly rose, showing me the way. I could feel life pouring into me. All my secret wishes and dreams would soon come to life.
He wasn't a complete tyrant. Although his sinister black eyebrows and jet black hair would show signs of unheard tales, there was a good side....one of his many faces. He could be very sweet when he wanted to be. His Latin blood was a very passionate one. That was part of his psychosis. Passion. He loved passionately and hated just as passionately. Even in the end of it all his bitterness proved passionate.
Six hundred more miles to go and I relived in my head the past ten years. I could feel the pain in my temples as the stress began to surface. I began to laugh uncontrollably I felt crazed. The pictures of all the madness of ten years sped through my head....how we met that first night...the roses on my door step...the excruciating pain I felt in my arm as he slammed the car door on it out of rage before the wedding. The joy in his eyes at the Grand Opening of his medical practice. The pain of pure rejection when I was pregnant ...being told I was fat and that he wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. The pain of the first blow. The pain of all the bruises. The pain of a broken heart. So much pain and yet I hung on to the dream of a perfect marriage. I laughed uncontrollably.
The laughter turned into sobs. An overwhelming rush of emotion flowed through my body...fear, sadness, anger, joy, failure...Every neuron tingled. I cried long and hard.
My boys stared at me in complete confusion. They looked frightened. I am not sure at what point they had woken up. I wondered what they were thinking. I wondered if they were thinking of their pains too. The vicious words. The feelings of disappointment The painful kicks to the head, neck and chest. The fear of being locked in a dark room for using the left hand to eat with....the fear of whether or not daddy was coming home soon.
"It's alright guys", I said as I wiped my eyes trying to get hold of myself. "Mommy is just being a silly goose!" How lame. That is what I always said to them when they saw me cry.
"Are y'all hungry?" I tried to divert their attention. "Look guys", I pointed at the golden arches. Shrieks of laughter startled me as the boys became excited. They enjoyed playing at the McDonalds play land. I enjoyed the break.
Back on the road again...the farther north we traveled the colder it got. Our mood seemed to change. We began to think and talk of the future. No longer would I have to be yelled at because I did not cut the onions just right. No longer would I have to be humiliated by being dressed by him or having him apply my makeup. No more being afraid that he would hurt my boys in rage. No more death threats. No more hearing that he was going to kill them first so that I would have pain and then kill me after. I realized we could be safe. We didn't have to live that way anymore. And, although those fears subsided, new fears now began to slowly creep into my head.
I looked in the rear view mirror. My heart leaped. Was that him? Had he followed me all this way? My mind at that point had shifted gears. Shear fright rose through my body. The threats were loud in my head. The knowledge of the private investigators he hired to follow me while we were in hiding. I had to think fast. I could see an exit ahead.
To my disappointment the exit was closed. My heart sank. I looked in the rear view mirror again The maroon 350 SDL was approaching faster and faster. Tears of fear began to well in my eyes. I could only hold my breath. I prayed that my children were low enough in their seats that if he had one of his many guns they wouldn't be hit.
The words came into my head again as if someone had hit me with a sledge hammer. "I will kill you and them, but them first so that you will suffer and then it will be you!" I could hear his accent strongly in my head. It was deafening.
The maroon Mercedes was on my tail now. I had no choices. I pulled into the right hand lane hoping that it would just pass by. As the car came closer I could feel the hair on my ars stand up. A chill of death went trough my body. As the car approached my eyes locked on the driver. All I could see was dark hair. I felt as though my hear would stop. Just then, the person turned and looked at me. SHE had a look of concern on her face. It was a she, not him!!
I was relieved. The woman nodded at me as if to say it will be alright. A sense of satisfaction overcame me. I was on the right track. I was beginning a new life.
Now I live in Hilltown. My boys have adjusted quite nicely. I have gone through a major brain unscrambling and am quite happy. I've decided that no one or thing will get in our way ever again. Now one will ever abuse me or my boys and we will live happily ever after.
Your thoughts are appreciated...and if you have a story...by all means....share...
I came across something I had written in 1998. I had just divorced and moved to Pa to live with my father. My boys were so young.... so was I....
I had decided to put my self through college....one of the things that my ex would not allow me to do... it was kind of a I will show you kind of thing....
This was a writing assignment... and when I reread it recently all the emotions came back...
October 5th, 1998
Journey to the Beginning of my Life
The sun was rising The air was crisp and refreshing. I took a deep breath. I could feel my heart flutter. I took one last look at my surroundings. It had been our home for the last ten years. As I began this journey I realized it wasn't just a moving trip to Hilltown, Pennsylvania, it was the beginning of a whole new life.
My sons had fallen asleep. They had spent the whole day before saying goodbye to their father. What an emotional nightmare for a four and six year old to have to go through.
It was an emotional hell I knew to well. Ten years of trying to hold it all together. Ten years of crying deep in my soul. Crying for just one kind word, one that would come from the heart. If only he could love as passionately as he hated. My soul cried desperately for someone to rescue that little girl trapped inside my body.
I did try to understand and made all the excuses in the world for him. He was raised in a communist country. He was taught about religion by underground Catholicism. He saw his family in and out of prison because of their political affiliations. He basically lived a rough life, learning to hate, learning to retaliate. This is why he did what he did...this is why he was always so angry.
Sixty five miles per our did not seem fast enough. The memories came in and out of my head faster than each mile marker went by. the farther away from Montgomery I drove, the more my heart fluttered. I became more and more excited, more exhilarated. All my senses seemed to heighten.
I could suddenly hear the crickets chirping along. I never noticed the crickets...not like this, they were chirping in a steady song as if singing to me...."Don't look back, Don't look back...". The grass glistened in its bath of morning dew. I could see each little rainbow shining from each droplet. The shade of green gave me a sense of new life. A rebirth of the day yet to come. The air smelled like dampened earth. I could feel the warmth of the sun as it slowly rose, showing me the way. I could feel life pouring into me. All my secret wishes and dreams would soon come to life.
He wasn't a complete tyrant. Although his sinister black eyebrows and jet black hair would show signs of unheard tales, there was a good side....one of his many faces. He could be very sweet when he wanted to be. His Latin blood was a very passionate one. That was part of his psychosis. Passion. He loved passionately and hated just as passionately. Even in the end of it all his bitterness proved passionate.
Six hundred more miles to go and I relived in my head the past ten years. I could feel the pain in my temples as the stress began to surface. I began to laugh uncontrollably I felt crazed. The pictures of all the madness of ten years sped through my head....how we met that first night...the roses on my door step...the excruciating pain I felt in my arm as he slammed the car door on it out of rage before the wedding. The joy in his eyes at the Grand Opening of his medical practice. The pain of pure rejection when I was pregnant ...being told I was fat and that he wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. The pain of the first blow. The pain of all the bruises. The pain of a broken heart. So much pain and yet I hung on to the dream of a perfect marriage. I laughed uncontrollably.
The laughter turned into sobs. An overwhelming rush of emotion flowed through my body...fear, sadness, anger, joy, failure...Every neuron tingled. I cried long and hard.
My boys stared at me in complete confusion. They looked frightened. I am not sure at what point they had woken up. I wondered what they were thinking. I wondered if they were thinking of their pains too. The vicious words. The feelings of disappointment The painful kicks to the head, neck and chest. The fear of being locked in a dark room for using the left hand to eat with....the fear of whether or not daddy was coming home soon.
"It's alright guys", I said as I wiped my eyes trying to get hold of myself. "Mommy is just being a silly goose!" How lame. That is what I always said to them when they saw me cry.
"Are y'all hungry?" I tried to divert their attention. "Look guys", I pointed at the golden arches. Shrieks of laughter startled me as the boys became excited. They enjoyed playing at the McDonalds play land. I enjoyed the break.
Back on the road again...the farther north we traveled the colder it got. Our mood seemed to change. We began to think and talk of the future. No longer would I have to be yelled at because I did not cut the onions just right. No longer would I have to be humiliated by being dressed by him or having him apply my makeup. No more being afraid that he would hurt my boys in rage. No more death threats. No more hearing that he was going to kill them first so that I would have pain and then kill me after. I realized we could be safe. We didn't have to live that way anymore. And, although those fears subsided, new fears now began to slowly creep into my head.
I looked in the rear view mirror. My heart leaped. Was that him? Had he followed me all this way? My mind at that point had shifted gears. Shear fright rose through my body. The threats were loud in my head. The knowledge of the private investigators he hired to follow me while we were in hiding. I had to think fast. I could see an exit ahead.
To my disappointment the exit was closed. My heart sank. I looked in the rear view mirror again The maroon 350 SDL was approaching faster and faster. Tears of fear began to well in my eyes. I could only hold my breath. I prayed that my children were low enough in their seats that if he had one of his many guns they wouldn't be hit.
The words came into my head again as if someone had hit me with a sledge hammer. "I will kill you and them, but them first so that you will suffer and then it will be you!" I could hear his accent strongly in my head. It was deafening.
The maroon Mercedes was on my tail now. I had no choices. I pulled into the right hand lane hoping that it would just pass by. As the car came closer I could feel the hair on my ars stand up. A chill of death went trough my body. As the car approached my eyes locked on the driver. All I could see was dark hair. I felt as though my hear would stop. Just then, the person turned and looked at me. SHE had a look of concern on her face. It was a she, not him!!
I was relieved. The woman nodded at me as if to say it will be alright. A sense of satisfaction overcame me. I was on the right track. I was beginning a new life.
Now I live in Hilltown. My boys have adjusted quite nicely. I have gone through a major brain unscrambling and am quite happy. I've decided that no one or thing will get in our way ever again. Now one will ever abuse me or my boys and we will live happily ever after.
Your thoughts are appreciated...and if you have a story...by all means....share...
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Let's get real
So, I haven't been here in a while. La ti Da.
What I've realized is that I love blogging when I can get real... so for now on... I am going to do exactly what this blog is for and just ramble.... and I might make you laugh, cry or even piss you off or make you scratch your head at some point... but that's life.. life makes you do all of the above.
I will be the first to admit that I struggle with a rather huge problem. At the age of 46 I still put myself in the "not good enough" or "less than" category.
I know for a fact I am not alone. I have spent the last 28 years doing mammograms on women....
And, as you could guess every single woman has a story of "less than" or "not good enough".
Does it ever make you wonder why on earth that is??? I wonder all the time.
I am not going to go into coaching mode right now, because right now I just want to vent. However, after you read this post please please send an email to yourofficehelptoday@gmail.com and tell me YOUR story...
With that being said, let's get to the venting stage!
No one is better than me. And, No one is better than you. It sucks that we can't figure that out and really feel that, but it's the truth.
We all have this weird idea that we should want what everyone else wants, we should behave like everyone else, that we should get upset by the same things and have the same ideas....BUT WE DON'T!! And, deep down you know it!
But, society would lead you to believe that something must really be wrong with you because.....whoa is me.....you are different...
You know...when I was a little girl...I wanted to wear long dresses and tennis shoes at the same time. Guess what that got me.... people whispering about me, the little boy I had a crush on making sure I hit the teachers desk with a toy truck so that I would get in trouble, being snickered at while attending a birthday party.... you know... the warming up period of ...hahaha look at her...she sucks... she isn't like us so she is not good enough.... she'll never amount to anything because...she is less than.
So...this is the beginning of figuring all of that out once and for all and making it a point to let all you others out there that haven't found your voice to get these feelings out to have a place to vent and get answers and to see that ...we are all different no matter what.....and all the same at the same time.
Would love to hear your stories.... You'll certainly hear mine...
What I've realized is that I love blogging when I can get real... so for now on... I am going to do exactly what this blog is for and just ramble.... and I might make you laugh, cry or even piss you off or make you scratch your head at some point... but that's life.. life makes you do all of the above.
I will be the first to admit that I struggle with a rather huge problem. At the age of 46 I still put myself in the "not good enough" or "less than" category.
I know for a fact I am not alone. I have spent the last 28 years doing mammograms on women....
And, as you could guess every single woman has a story of "less than" or "not good enough".
Does it ever make you wonder why on earth that is??? I wonder all the time.
I am not going to go into coaching mode right now, because right now I just want to vent. However, after you read this post please please send an email to yourofficehelptoday@gmail.com and tell me YOUR story...
With that being said, let's get to the venting stage!
No one is better than me. And, No one is better than you. It sucks that we can't figure that out and really feel that, but it's the truth.
We all have this weird idea that we should want what everyone else wants, we should behave like everyone else, that we should get upset by the same things and have the same ideas....BUT WE DON'T!! And, deep down you know it!
But, society would lead you to believe that something must really be wrong with you because.....whoa is me.....you are different...
You know...when I was a little girl...I wanted to wear long dresses and tennis shoes at the same time. Guess what that got me.... people whispering about me, the little boy I had a crush on making sure I hit the teachers desk with a toy truck so that I would get in trouble, being snickered at while attending a birthday party.... you know... the warming up period of ...hahaha look at her...she sucks... she isn't like us so she is not good enough.... she'll never amount to anything because...she is less than.
So...this is the beginning of figuring all of that out once and for all and making it a point to let all you others out there that haven't found your voice to get these feelings out to have a place to vent and get answers and to see that ...we are all different no matter what.....and all the same at the same time.
Would love to hear your stories.... You'll certainly hear mine...
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Are you a Giver or are you a Prostitute?
My nature is to be a giver. Most women are in the same boat. It's part of being a woman...when we give we nurture.
However, many people get caught in a trap. One which I believe puts you in the state of being a prostitute.
What is a prostitute? Its someone that gives something to get something....right?
So what are you? Are you someone that feels that the only way you can get love is to give something? Are you someone that feels that you're not good enough unless you are giving? Did you know that most people feel that if they give away their money (like insisting to pay for dinner or lunch for everyone attending) they will gain significance? Well that's the same as being a prostitute. What happens to most prostitutes.....they either get beat up, or get a disease....because they gave to get.
Don't get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a giver, so long as you are doing it from a place of abundance rather than that of need.
If you give from your heart rather than from the place of thinking that if you give you get then being a giver will make you happy.
On the flip side, if you are a giver to get....you become a prostitute of sorts.
Think about it...
In the end...when you catch a passion for helping others a richer life will come back to you!!
However, many people get caught in a trap. One which I believe puts you in the state of being a prostitute.
What is a prostitute? Its someone that gives something to get something....right?
So what are you? Are you someone that feels that the only way you can get love is to give something? Are you someone that feels that you're not good enough unless you are giving? Did you know that most people feel that if they give away their money (like insisting to pay for dinner or lunch for everyone attending) they will gain significance? Well that's the same as being a prostitute. What happens to most prostitutes.....they either get beat up, or get a disease....because they gave to get.
Don't get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a giver, so long as you are doing it from a place of abundance rather than that of need.
If you give from your heart rather than from the place of thinking that if you give you get then being a giver will make you happy.
On the flip side, if you are a giver to get....you become a prostitute of sorts.
Think about it...
In the end...when you catch a passion for helping others a richer life will come back to you!!
Sunday, September 1, 2013
September and Time
I woke up this morning wondering how on earth are we already in September!!??
This lead me to thinking about time, about how time is so relative.
I could sit here for 10 minutes feeling like I have been sitting here for 10 hours. I am sure you have felt the same thing. Kind of like when you are given a task to do at work that you absolutely hate to do and although it only takes 10 minutes you feel like you've been at it all day long.
There are times however when I am doing something I absolutely love, like gardening. I start out in the morning weeding or planting only to find myself wondering why the sun is going down (and why I didn't apply sunscreen again!)
So, with that being said, here is a something worth thinking about....
You can spend your time counting the minutes or you can spend your time enjoying the minutes.....
The greatest thing is ...you get to choose. Choose wisely. We only have a limited amount of time on this earth!!
What are your thoughts?
This lead me to thinking about time, about how time is so relative.
I could sit here for 10 minutes feeling like I have been sitting here for 10 hours. I am sure you have felt the same thing. Kind of like when you are given a task to do at work that you absolutely hate to do and although it only takes 10 minutes you feel like you've been at it all day long.
There are times however when I am doing something I absolutely love, like gardening. I start out in the morning weeding or planting only to find myself wondering why the sun is going down (and why I didn't apply sunscreen again!)
So, with that being said, here is a something worth thinking about....
You can spend your time counting the minutes or you can spend your time enjoying the minutes.....
The greatest thing is ...you get to choose. Choose wisely. We only have a limited amount of time on this earth!!
What are your thoughts?
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Healing and Healing
It is sometimes mind boggling what you learn when you are down. Down doesn't have to be depression, or out of money, or lost of a loved one...it can just be down.
Recently I had major surgery. I was told that healing could take as short as 10 days to 4 weeks. I think my mind stuck on the ten day scenario simply because I am not one to just sit still.
I am only one week into healing physically and I had a bit of an emotional butt kicking. Yes...I am very hard on myself but that's the way it is.
I just couldn't understand why I was feeling so tired, why I wanted to cry, why I could wake up feeling absolutely amazing and a few short hours later if felt like I needed to just collapse and sleep. I began calling myself a wuss. Apologizing to anyone around me for my inadequacies. You know, things like why I am so slow at the grocery check out. Why I feel the need to lay down again and not spend time. I am sorry for this and sorry for that...etc.
Then, I did a search on post surgery stuff and found that its not just me out there feeling like I'd been crushed by a car.
After reading all that I read I realized that actually I am not sorry. It's an old label I gave myself many years ago.... it kind of goes along with that "not good enough" label that attached itself to my backside at a very young age only to be found and ripped off after looking in a mirror for a long time.
I remembered that I had written a book about these kinds of labels and asked myself...what would I tell someone else who confided in my about these feelings.
I would tell them...girlfriend...you just had major surgery!! No one expects you to be wonder woman right now...except for you...so give yourself a break already!!!
So, that's what I will do...I am going to give myself a break. I am going to give myself time to heal and realize that's all I need to do right now.
If you find yourself in a situation where you are questioning yourself..... have you given yourself time to heal??
I'd love for you to have a look at the book I wrote and how I was able to leave the labels behind and begin my journey of healing. It's also the technique I have used on some of my coaching clients (women from abuse).
Here is a link to the amazon listing of the book:
The 7 Minute Mirror, Reflection, Revision, Results
Let me know what you think and if you need some healing and healing. :)
Recently I had major surgery. I was told that healing could take as short as 10 days to 4 weeks. I think my mind stuck on the ten day scenario simply because I am not one to just sit still.
I am only one week into healing physically and I had a bit of an emotional butt kicking. Yes...I am very hard on myself but that's the way it is.
I just couldn't understand why I was feeling so tired, why I wanted to cry, why I could wake up feeling absolutely amazing and a few short hours later if felt like I needed to just collapse and sleep. I began calling myself a wuss. Apologizing to anyone around me for my inadequacies. You know, things like why I am so slow at the grocery check out. Why I feel the need to lay down again and not spend time. I am sorry for this and sorry for that...etc.
Then, I did a search on post surgery stuff and found that its not just me out there feeling like I'd been crushed by a car.
After reading all that I read I realized that actually I am not sorry. It's an old label I gave myself many years ago.... it kind of goes along with that "not good enough" label that attached itself to my backside at a very young age only to be found and ripped off after looking in a mirror for a long time.
I remembered that I had written a book about these kinds of labels and asked myself...what would I tell someone else who confided in my about these feelings.
I would tell them...girlfriend...you just had major surgery!! No one expects you to be wonder woman right now...except for you...so give yourself a break already!!!
So, that's what I will do...I am going to give myself a break. I am going to give myself time to heal and realize that's all I need to do right now.
If you find yourself in a situation where you are questioning yourself..... have you given yourself time to heal??
I'd love for you to have a look at the book I wrote and how I was able to leave the labels behind and begin my journey of healing. It's also the technique I have used on some of my coaching clients (women from abuse).
Here is a link to the amazon listing of the book:
The 7 Minute Mirror, Reflection, Revision, Results
Let me know what you think and if you need some healing and healing. :)
Saturday, August 24, 2013
The Road to Recovery
So I am on the road to recovery and really excited !! As I said before the surgery I am excited about things to come and I am still very excited.
I am more than ever seeing every opportunity that is presented... as I learn more about rainmakers and see how much of me is rainmaker material all I can do is keep going forward!!
So, my wish to all of you is that you see what is naturally you, embrace it, harness it and then take the ride of your life and do whatever it is that makes you happy!!
So, my wish to all of you is that you see what is naturally you, embrace it, harness it and then take the ride of your life and do whatever it is that makes you happy!!
I now realize what people mean when they say the possibilities are endless, because they really are!!
I am more than ever seeing every opportunity that is presented... as I learn more about rainmakers and see how much of me is rainmaker material all I can do is keep going forward!!
So, my wish to all of you is that you see what is naturally you, embrace it, harness it and then take the ride of your life and do whatever it is that makes you happy!!
So, my wish to all of you is that you see what is naturally you, embrace it, harness it and then take the ride of your life and do whatever it is that makes you happy!!
I now realize what people mean when they say the possibilities are endless, because they really are!!
Friday, August 16, 2013
It's What YOU make of it!
So, I am a lover of anything that helps you move to the next level. I follow and read many of the greats like Tony Robbins, Og Mandino, Matt Oechsli and oh does my list go on.
Well I am so excited because my fiance, who is fully in tune to me, bought me tickets to the next Tony event! I am over the moon about it.
Now for some of you, your probably rolling your eyes and saying things like "oh that motivational stuff". And I am sure that at some point in your life you've come across someone that is really outgoing and goes to these sorts of events all the time. They go, they get their fill, they come back all pumped up and then bam..they crash back into what they were before they went. This causes you to again..roll your eyes.
Well, as the title of this post suggests, its all what YOU make of it.
That person that comes back and crashes hasn't learned to utilize what he or she learned. You can say, "well they didn't learn anything", but I would say again...its all what you make of it.
Everything I come across and touch in life I learn from. Some of it makes sense so I keep it on board. Other parts are kind of wishy washy so I put it in the back of my head to revisit another time. Other things just make no sense at all so I forget about it. But, I make the most out of each occasion I can.
So, the next time you are given an opportunity to learn...how about trying to use the opportunity ...make something out of it. Decide if its right for you or not. But learn from it.
Its the same sort of thing I always told my boys as I was raising them... if they were miserable I told them..its a choice.. you make it what it is...if you want to be miserable, be miserable...but if you want to be happy...do something about it. Its all about what YOU make of it!!
Well I am so excited because my fiance, who is fully in tune to me, bought me tickets to the next Tony event! I am over the moon about it.
Now for some of you, your probably rolling your eyes and saying things like "oh that motivational stuff". And I am sure that at some point in your life you've come across someone that is really outgoing and goes to these sorts of events all the time. They go, they get their fill, they come back all pumped up and then bam..they crash back into what they were before they went. This causes you to again..roll your eyes.
Well, as the title of this post suggests, its all what YOU make of it.
That person that comes back and crashes hasn't learned to utilize what he or she learned. You can say, "well they didn't learn anything", but I would say again...its all what you make of it.
Everything I come across and touch in life I learn from. Some of it makes sense so I keep it on board. Other parts are kind of wishy washy so I put it in the back of my head to revisit another time. Other things just make no sense at all so I forget about it. But, I make the most out of each occasion I can.
So, the next time you are given an opportunity to learn...how about trying to use the opportunity ...make something out of it. Decide if its right for you or not. But learn from it.
Its the same sort of thing I always told my boys as I was raising them... if they were miserable I told them..its a choice.. you make it what it is...if you want to be miserable, be miserable...but if you want to be happy...do something about it. Its all about what YOU make of it!!
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Being a Rainmaker
The meeting I had with that amazing woman set me in to motion. As I said before I was called a Rainmaker.
This caused me to want to thoroughly investigate what was needed to really brush up on my skill set and to find what else I needed to develop to really move forward as a Rainmaker.
In my research as to exactly how to develop skills as a rainmaker I came across this definition. It's from Kim Greenhouses website called "The rainmaking company".
I think this matches me...to a T!!
What Is A Rainmaker?
A Rainmaker…
Can be anyone, anywhere at any time
Makes and delivers commitments
Loves surprise, adventure, and challenge
Works with and without form
Is an instrument of timing
Is an agent of delivery and manifestation
Serves to uplift and nurture the human spirit
Is receptive and flexible
Is creative and adaptable
Is honorable and humble
Is deliberate and moves quickly
Is about movement, integration, and joy
Is internally directed and energy-efficient
Possesses vibrational acuity and spatial acumen
Is called or invited to a task, situation, or gathering
Can cook, weave, and dance just about anything into this world. Once aligned with your purpose, look out!
A Rainmaking team is like a great orchestra playing a symphony. Rainmaking teams are highly creative, very mischievous, wise, and virtually unstoppable once they kick into high gear. Since they are about making and delivering commitments in time and space, when they say yes to delivering something, watch out! It is merely a matter of time, place, style, and the number of people they will call upon to make sure that their commitments are fulfilled.
This caused me to want to thoroughly investigate what was needed to really brush up on my skill set and to find what else I needed to develop to really move forward as a Rainmaker.
In my research as to exactly how to develop skills as a rainmaker I came across this definition. It's from Kim Greenhouses website called "The rainmaking company".
I think this matches me...to a T!!
What Is A Rainmaker?
A Rainmaker…
Can be anyone, anywhere at any time
Makes and delivers commitments
Loves surprise, adventure, and challenge
Works with and without form
Is an instrument of timing
Is an agent of delivery and manifestation
Serves to uplift and nurture the human spirit
Is receptive and flexible
Is creative and adaptable
Is honorable and humble
Is deliberate and moves quickly
Is about movement, integration, and joy
Is internally directed and energy-efficient
Possesses vibrational acuity and spatial acumen
Is called or invited to a task, situation, or gathering
Can cook, weave, and dance just about anything into this world. Once aligned with your purpose, look out!
A Rainmaking team is like a great orchestra playing a symphony. Rainmaking teams are highly creative, very mischievous, wise, and virtually unstoppable once they kick into high gear. Since they are about making and delivering commitments in time and space, when they say yes to delivering something, watch out! It is merely a matter of time, place, style, and the number of people they will call upon to make sure that their commitments are fulfilled.
Friday, July 26, 2013
TGIF
I am excited its Friday!!
Aren't we all? Ha! Well today I finally am feeling amazing and back to my old self. And, tonight I have a call with a coach and am over the moon!!
Do you remember when I wrote about making connections and how important they are to your life whether it be personal, business or pleasure....well during that women's network meeting I met a fantastic coach. We chatted and seemed to click right away. The one thing that she said to me that really made me want to get this show on the road is that I have a natural talent .....which of course I knew I had but didnt now what to do with it!!!
I am a great connector. I have made connections for so many people that have brought either more profit, more support, more connections, more ideas....just more more more.....
So, tonight's call will be a call to action.
And, remember what I have been saying for a long time now ( if you have ever followed me ) ....
Success is not a measurement...it's a MOVEMENT.....
So I am moving again!!!
I really hope you will join me in success (movement). It's an awesome place to be!!
So...before I am off to start my day...I have one big question for you...
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO GET YOUR MOVEMENT ON??????
Comments are always welcome!!!
Get up and MOVE!!
Aren't we all? Ha! Well today I finally am feeling amazing and back to my old self. And, tonight I have a call with a coach and am over the moon!!
Do you remember when I wrote about making connections and how important they are to your life whether it be personal, business or pleasure....well during that women's network meeting I met a fantastic coach. We chatted and seemed to click right away. The one thing that she said to me that really made me want to get this show on the road is that I have a natural talent .....which of course I knew I had but didnt now what to do with it!!!
I am a great connector. I have made connections for so many people that have brought either more profit, more support, more connections, more ideas....just more more more.....
So, tonight's call will be a call to action.
And, remember what I have been saying for a long time now ( if you have ever followed me ) ....
Success is not a measurement...it's a MOVEMENT.....
So I am moving again!!!
I really hope you will join me in success (movement). It's an awesome place to be!!
So...before I am off to start my day...I have one big question for you...
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO GET YOUR MOVEMENT ON??????
Comments are always welcome!!!
Get up and MOVE!!
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Pain Endurance - Womanhood
Yes, I am a woman.
There are so many different kinds of pain women endure throughout the life time.
Obvious pains are those of heart ache, whether it be from their growing children or a spouse. Other pains similar to this type of pain (emotional pain) would be memories from the past, feelings of not being good enough etc.
We then go through another kind of pain. For some it is not as severe as it is for others, but it ends up amplifying all the other pains.... This is a physical pain... called womanhood.... aka menstration.
Now I grew up without the physical pain but did bear the brunt of the emotional pain that came with the dreaded monthly montage of crying uncontrollably for no reason at all, eating things that I regretted 5 days later, swelling and feeling as big as a house. Yes...I had the emotional part of this lovely part of womanhood. ( would could call the "emotional part" temporary psychosis...because that is what it feels like!!)
Now, as time goes on we learn to live with our emotional pain (and other learn to live with it as well). But now, I am enduring another pain...quite physical and rather debilitating.
Like many other women I opted to have an endometrial ablation to correct my anemia. Many friends and coworkers have had this done and swore that it was the best thing they could have ever done. All parts are intact, no more bleeding...life is good. So... why not...its better than getting iron shots and feeling like crap all the time...or so I thought.
I am not complaining about my Doctor. She is amazing and I would go to her over and over. But, the pain post ablation for a year is about to do me in. I looked on many websites to read about this issue and have found that many women have experienced the same thing. It feels like having 5 days of non stop labor. Sure, they give you meds that take the edge off, but if you know me, I hate putting anything in this body of mine. Now, not only am I putting meds in but also am completely drained. UGGH
Next step is surgical consult. Which again...I really dont want to part with any body parts, but must.
Thought...when they do the deed can they get rid of the emotional pain as well...
I am sure that many family members to those of us that have premenstrual breakdowns would be so very pleased!!
So, a little advice for those of you that are thinking about getting an ablation...it could be the best thing you have ever done for yourself or it can be the worst. There are those that it worked miracles for and those that it just caused more pain. Do your homework and really have long discussions with your Doc about the procedure and do your due diligence and do some reading.
My Doctor was very informative. She really did her job, I just happened to be one of the many that probably should have gone straight for surgery.
We women...what we go through only makes us stronger.... lets get this show on the road!!!
Comments are always welcomed... so are questions...etc
There are so many different kinds of pain women endure throughout the life time.
Obvious pains are those of heart ache, whether it be from their growing children or a spouse. Other pains similar to this type of pain (emotional pain) would be memories from the past, feelings of not being good enough etc.
We then go through another kind of pain. For some it is not as severe as it is for others, but it ends up amplifying all the other pains.... This is a physical pain... called womanhood.... aka menstration.
Now I grew up without the physical pain but did bear the brunt of the emotional pain that came with the dreaded monthly montage of crying uncontrollably for no reason at all, eating things that I regretted 5 days later, swelling and feeling as big as a house. Yes...I had the emotional part of this lovely part of womanhood. ( would could call the "emotional part" temporary psychosis...because that is what it feels like!!)
Now, as time goes on we learn to live with our emotional pain (and other learn to live with it as well). But now, I am enduring another pain...quite physical and rather debilitating.
Like many other women I opted to have an endometrial ablation to correct my anemia. Many friends and coworkers have had this done and swore that it was the best thing they could have ever done. All parts are intact, no more bleeding...life is good. So... why not...its better than getting iron shots and feeling like crap all the time...or so I thought.
I am not complaining about my Doctor. She is amazing and I would go to her over and over. But, the pain post ablation for a year is about to do me in. I looked on many websites to read about this issue and have found that many women have experienced the same thing. It feels like having 5 days of non stop labor. Sure, they give you meds that take the edge off, but if you know me, I hate putting anything in this body of mine. Now, not only am I putting meds in but also am completely drained. UGGH
Next step is surgical consult. Which again...I really dont want to part with any body parts, but must.
Thought...when they do the deed can they get rid of the emotional pain as well...
I am sure that many family members to those of us that have premenstrual breakdowns would be so very pleased!!
So, a little advice for those of you that are thinking about getting an ablation...it could be the best thing you have ever done for yourself or it can be the worst. There are those that it worked miracles for and those that it just caused more pain. Do your homework and really have long discussions with your Doc about the procedure and do your due diligence and do some reading.
My Doctor was very informative. She really did her job, I just happened to be one of the many that probably should have gone straight for surgery.
We women...what we go through only makes us stronger.... lets get this show on the road!!!
Comments are always welcomed... so are questions...etc
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Making Connections
Well, tonight was a success.
I have always said that Success is not a measurement, it is a movement.
So, tonight I moved. In otherwords, instead of just going to the business forums and watching everyone, nodding my head and smiling, I connected.
The funny thing about it is that I have been connecting with people for a very long time and just never really put it together in my head that in life, no matter what station you are in, connecting is important.
I walked around the room tonight, introducing myself, asking about them, listening to their stories and figuring out who I could connect them with and how they can make movement in their business.
Yes.. I was born to be a connector.
I am at a stage in my life where I realized, that I have only just begun. People are stunned at how much I have already done, but goodness gracious. I am only 46, kids are off in college and I have this enormous opportunity sitting right in front of me waving its hands and making a ruckus so that I would just realize that its there.
Everyone I met tonight or reconnected with from the past has something so nice to say and how they can't wait to see what I do with the rest of my life.
That feels good.
So, success....its a loaded word, a word that to many people throw around making up meanings that are not reachable. Success is as I said a movement, not a measurement.
And, if yo really want to be successful...move in the direction of making connections. You never know who God will put in your circle of influence. By connecting you open up your world... to big, bright, wonderful opportunities.
I have always said that Success is not a measurement, it is a movement.
So, tonight I moved. In otherwords, instead of just going to the business forums and watching everyone, nodding my head and smiling, I connected.
The funny thing about it is that I have been connecting with people for a very long time and just never really put it together in my head that in life, no matter what station you are in, connecting is important.
I walked around the room tonight, introducing myself, asking about them, listening to their stories and figuring out who I could connect them with and how they can make movement in their business.
Yes.. I was born to be a connector.
I am at a stage in my life where I realized, that I have only just begun. People are stunned at how much I have already done, but goodness gracious. I am only 46, kids are off in college and I have this enormous opportunity sitting right in front of me waving its hands and making a ruckus so that I would just realize that its there.
Everyone I met tonight or reconnected with from the past has something so nice to say and how they can't wait to see what I do with the rest of my life.
That feels good.
So, success....its a loaded word, a word that to many people throw around making up meanings that are not reachable. Success is as I said a movement, not a measurement.
And, if yo really want to be successful...move in the direction of making connections. You never know who God will put in your circle of influence. By connecting you open up your world... to big, bright, wonderful opportunities.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
What we decide to put up with
A week or so ago I put a post up about being called names. You know, rhinoceros, cow etc. I took that post down just because it felt so negative.
I kind of wish I wouldn't have removed it. Being a real woman means having real emotions and I was really hurt by the words. Even though they aren't true and the person who did the name calling apologized up and down, the words still hurt.
I've been accessing emotions as of late. Being 46, I have many years of experience with emotions. And guess what...we all have them. It is okay to feel what you feel.
At some point in our lives, we all come across what seems to be abusive and we have to look at the situation no matter who it is and decide whether or not it's something we deserve or should allow in our lives.
I'm generally a very happy go lucky kind of person, but when I have to take time to think about these situations I do become emotional.
I realized this morning that changes have to be made. I don't, and no one ever, deserves to have that short of harshness. The changes are purely mental. Purely what I decide to allow into my life again. I did spend many years of my life in abusive relationships so this kind of thing hurt me, but probably not as badly as it should have.
I've coached women from abuse. I know how hard it is to make the kind of decisions that are life changing. Decisions that will protect you not only physically but emotionally as well. But these decisions have to be made. Allowing anyone, no matter how much you love them to be abusive in anyway means that you are not loving yourself enough.
Now I am not going to get into talking about making yourself number one...because I have many opinions on that, but what I will say is that God made me the way I am. I am proud of who I am and how far I have come. I have learned to love myself as of late simply because I understand that God loved me first. What others have to say about me I can use as creative criticism or just throw away what I don't need.
There is an old saying out there that if you don't stand for something you will fall for anything. So, with that being said, if you don't stand up for yourself, who will you fall for?
I am not sure I will ever completely understand why someone else could be so cruel, but I suppose its not for me to understand completely. I do know that most people behave the way they are taught growing up until they finally decide to do something different, but I don't think I could ever intentionally hurt someone no matter how angry I've become.
Well...that's my rambling for today....Hopefully next time I'll be a bit more upbeat.
By the way...I love to have feed back...so if you read this and you are compelled...comment!
I kind of wish I wouldn't have removed it. Being a real woman means having real emotions and I was really hurt by the words. Even though they aren't true and the person who did the name calling apologized up and down, the words still hurt.
I've been accessing emotions as of late. Being 46, I have many years of experience with emotions. And guess what...we all have them. It is okay to feel what you feel.
At some point in our lives, we all come across what seems to be abusive and we have to look at the situation no matter who it is and decide whether or not it's something we deserve or should allow in our lives.
I'm generally a very happy go lucky kind of person, but when I have to take time to think about these situations I do become emotional.
I realized this morning that changes have to be made. I don't, and no one ever, deserves to have that short of harshness. The changes are purely mental. Purely what I decide to allow into my life again. I did spend many years of my life in abusive relationships so this kind of thing hurt me, but probably not as badly as it should have.
I've coached women from abuse. I know how hard it is to make the kind of decisions that are life changing. Decisions that will protect you not only physically but emotionally as well. But these decisions have to be made. Allowing anyone, no matter how much you love them to be abusive in anyway means that you are not loving yourself enough.
Now I am not going to get into talking about making yourself number one...because I have many opinions on that, but what I will say is that God made me the way I am. I am proud of who I am and how far I have come. I have learned to love myself as of late simply because I understand that God loved me first. What others have to say about me I can use as creative criticism or just throw away what I don't need.
There is an old saying out there that if you don't stand for something you will fall for anything. So, with that being said, if you don't stand up for yourself, who will you fall for?
I am not sure I will ever completely understand why someone else could be so cruel, but I suppose its not for me to understand completely. I do know that most people behave the way they are taught growing up until they finally decide to do something different, but I don't think I could ever intentionally hurt someone no matter how angry I've become.
Well...that's my rambling for today....Hopefully next time I'll be a bit more upbeat.
By the way...I love to have feed back...so if you read this and you are compelled...comment!
Thursday, July 11, 2013
A Bear Does What a Bear Does
So, the past few days we've had the honor of having a black bear visit the hospital grounds. As a matter of fact, the little darling sat not so far from my car just watching the world go by.
Here he is the cutie pie.... just doing what bears do.
The funny thing is...every single day he shows up, takes a look around, wanders around a bit, then disappears again.
Now the bear is just doing what bears do.....and I keep telling people that...
But what's really funny is that while this little fellow was doing what he does, so were the humans.
Every morning they arrive at the hospital. The first thing they ask about is whether or not anyone has seen the bear. Then for the next seven or so hours they talk about the fact that the bear was spotted again. Meanwhile helicopters are heard overhead and everyone gets excited.
This will go on for days, maybe even weeks. Each animal in their own environment doing what they do.
We could say that the bear is a wild animal, but I know for a fact, there are quite a few people that are wilder!!!
So, what do you do in your natural environment? What is your habitat...and your habits?
Soon, the bear will find his own territory and go on with its life....what will you do??
The funny thing is...every single day he shows up, takes a look around, wanders around a bit, then disappears again.
Now the bear is just doing what bears do.....and I keep telling people that...
But what's really funny is that while this little fellow was doing what he does, so were the humans.
Every morning they arrive at the hospital. The first thing they ask about is whether or not anyone has seen the bear. Then for the next seven or so hours they talk about the fact that the bear was spotted again. Meanwhile helicopters are heard overhead and everyone gets excited.
This will go on for days, maybe even weeks. Each animal in their own environment doing what they do.
We could say that the bear is a wild animal, but I know for a fact, there are quite a few people that are wilder!!!
So, what do you do in your natural environment? What is your habitat...and your habits?
Soon, the bear will find his own territory and go on with its life....what will you do??
Monday, July 8, 2013
A Job Well Done
You know, in the work force whether that be at a job or at home things can become mundane. On top of that you can go through a time period where you just don't feel appreciated.
You know how it is, you get up, go to work, work hard, try to please everyone, come home, work hard, try to please everyone.......and then what?
Today it occurred to me that the group of people I was working with seemed to be in a rut. They behaved as though they were not appreciated. They got cattie, took to much time worrying about who was doing more work etc.
This got me to thinking of course. Me being their lead I need to take care of this right away...so, instead of just giving them a pat on the back, I started asking them questions about them. You know, things like, "What did you do this weekend?" "What's going on with your kids these days?", "How's your bad back doing?" etc.
I got them talking. Not just to me, but to each other. Sharing stories, connecting at different levels. Giving eachother advice on how to deal with certain things.
After a while as the day went on, everyone forgot about what everyone else was doing. It was as if they all understood that they weren't alone in their struggles or their triumphs. They were all communicating. They picked up their pace. They helped eachother out. Even they patients seemed to be happier.
What's the moral here? Well you can start of by saying that you're not alone in anything. You could also gather that by communicating connections get deeper. And, just letting someone get off their chest what's really bothering them could lighten their load. In the end we are all winners here. The employees, the patients, the establishment....everyone.
You know how it is, you get up, go to work, work hard, try to please everyone, come home, work hard, try to please everyone.......and then what?
Today it occurred to me that the group of people I was working with seemed to be in a rut. They behaved as though they were not appreciated. They got cattie, took to much time worrying about who was doing more work etc.
This got me to thinking of course. Me being their lead I need to take care of this right away...so, instead of just giving them a pat on the back, I started asking them questions about them. You know, things like, "What did you do this weekend?" "What's going on with your kids these days?", "How's your bad back doing?" etc.
I got them talking. Not just to me, but to each other. Sharing stories, connecting at different levels. Giving eachother advice on how to deal with certain things.
After a while as the day went on, everyone forgot about what everyone else was doing. It was as if they all understood that they weren't alone in their struggles or their triumphs. They were all communicating. They picked up their pace. They helped eachother out. Even they patients seemed to be happier.
What's the moral here? Well you can start of by saying that you're not alone in anything. You could also gather that by communicating connections get deeper. And, just letting someone get off their chest what's really bothering them could lighten their load. In the end we are all winners here. The employees, the patients, the establishment....everyone.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Good Morning World
Good Morning World.... isn't that what a happy woman would say upon waking??
Ha! I know, happy go lucky first thing in the morning can be irritating, but that is what I usually am...happy go lucky. Today is one of those days.
I had a quick search of old friends today and was so pleased to see that the ones I knew were going to make something of themselves actually have!!! So proud of you all.
And what about me...well I am the rambling woman. I have my hand in many pots most of the time just to try to encourage someone else to be all they can be. Usually it works. When it doesn't I wouldn't have a clue because either they hide it really well or they just don't tell me about it!!
But, this morning it got me thinking. What can I do to get myself to the next level. I am already working on my finances. I am going to finally finish my BS degree in Radiologic Technology, but somehow in my little mind its not enough. I really want to pursue my coaching and speaking.
So, on that note, as I drive to the beach today to get my dose of vitamin D I think I will put my old Tony Robbins tapes in if I can find them and go man go.
I used to always say that as a human we can reinvent ourselves over and over until we get it just right. Those old friends I mentioned...they did just that. The kept going despite it all. They are continually learning and improving on themselves. I applaud them.
I've been sedentary for about a year now. Just getting my feet back up underneath me and firmly planted on the ground....okay perhaps not firmly yet, but getting there. That's all part of the growing and learning cycle we must go through to improve on ourselves.
I used to think happiness was just something that everyone else had. Now I am beginning to understand that I have it too...I just have to let all the other crap go and grab hold. So, as I ramble and improve on myself and get back to being me...perhaps you'd like to come for the ride.
I will open my coaching back up on one condition....that if you choose to hire me as your coach, that you will dive in and know that while you're growing, I am too and while you're succeeding, I am too and that while you are finding your own happiness... I am too. Message me if you're interested. I am serious about this and will only take on someone that is serious about it.
Okay...off to the beach (or perhaps the pool). A little bit of me time is warranted.
I will be back.... let me know what you did today... :)
Ha! I know, happy go lucky first thing in the morning can be irritating, but that is what I usually am...happy go lucky. Today is one of those days.
I had a quick search of old friends today and was so pleased to see that the ones I knew were going to make something of themselves actually have!!! So proud of you all.
And what about me...well I am the rambling woman. I have my hand in many pots most of the time just to try to encourage someone else to be all they can be. Usually it works. When it doesn't I wouldn't have a clue because either they hide it really well or they just don't tell me about it!!
But, this morning it got me thinking. What can I do to get myself to the next level. I am already working on my finances. I am going to finally finish my BS degree in Radiologic Technology, but somehow in my little mind its not enough. I really want to pursue my coaching and speaking.
So, on that note, as I drive to the beach today to get my dose of vitamin D I think I will put my old Tony Robbins tapes in if I can find them and go man go.
I used to always say that as a human we can reinvent ourselves over and over until we get it just right. Those old friends I mentioned...they did just that. The kept going despite it all. They are continually learning and improving on themselves. I applaud them.
I've been sedentary for about a year now. Just getting my feet back up underneath me and firmly planted on the ground....okay perhaps not firmly yet, but getting there. That's all part of the growing and learning cycle we must go through to improve on ourselves.
I used to think happiness was just something that everyone else had. Now I am beginning to understand that I have it too...I just have to let all the other crap go and grab hold. So, as I ramble and improve on myself and get back to being me...perhaps you'd like to come for the ride.
I will open my coaching back up on one condition....that if you choose to hire me as your coach, that you will dive in and know that while you're growing, I am too and while you're succeeding, I am too and that while you are finding your own happiness... I am too. Message me if you're interested. I am serious about this and will only take on someone that is serious about it.
Okay...off to the beach (or perhaps the pool). A little bit of me time is warranted.
I will be back.... let me know what you did today... :)
Friday, July 5, 2013
Customer Service
I am a go getter. Someone that doesn't stop until the job is done.
I was having fun with my patients today. I would go out to the waiting room and call out a name and as they stood up I would say, "You're the next contestant..." and I would get a giggle out of the waiting room and my patient would relax.
I did this all day long. Greeting old patients with a big smile and making them feel like they are old friends.
This is my usual demeanor. As each patient came back, if I had taken care of them in the past I would make them feel like I remembered them and that made them relax even more. If I hadn't taken care of them in the past I asked questions as I was doing their xray or mammogram which completely took their mind off what was being done.
I got hugs all day long and even had one patient go home, call her best friend and tell her to request me for her mammogram.
This is customer service.
Later in the day I was answering the phones at the front desk and a poor fellow who was new to the area and a bit confused called in. He didn't know for sure if he was our patient or not and just wanted to find out where he was supposed to go for his appointment.
One of my colleagues was sitting near me when this call came in. I felt bad for the man because I could tell he was frustrated and probably had been given the run around elsewhere. So, I went the extra mile. I called different facilities, called his physician, and in the end was able to find out where and what time his appointment was.
The colleague that was sitting near by was gobsmacked that I did all that for the patient....
She said to me, "If we have to be on teams, I want you on my team. You don't stop till its done".
I agreed. I don't. I will do what it takes to make sure the patient/client/customer is taken care of. In the end, we all win with that kind of attitude. This patient will come back, will refer friends and in the end that creates momentum.
So...if you ever wonder what more you can do....just do what it takes to get the job done. You'll find that your patients/customers/clients will do the same for you!!
Just another rambling of a real woman!!!!
I was having fun with my patients today. I would go out to the waiting room and call out a name and as they stood up I would say, "You're the next contestant..." and I would get a giggle out of the waiting room and my patient would relax.
I did this all day long. Greeting old patients with a big smile and making them feel like they are old friends.
This is my usual demeanor. As each patient came back, if I had taken care of them in the past I would make them feel like I remembered them and that made them relax even more. If I hadn't taken care of them in the past I asked questions as I was doing their xray or mammogram which completely took their mind off what was being done.
I got hugs all day long and even had one patient go home, call her best friend and tell her to request me for her mammogram.
This is customer service.
Later in the day I was answering the phones at the front desk and a poor fellow who was new to the area and a bit confused called in. He didn't know for sure if he was our patient or not and just wanted to find out where he was supposed to go for his appointment.
One of my colleagues was sitting near me when this call came in. I felt bad for the man because I could tell he was frustrated and probably had been given the run around elsewhere. So, I went the extra mile. I called different facilities, called his physician, and in the end was able to find out where and what time his appointment was.
The colleague that was sitting near by was gobsmacked that I did all that for the patient....
She said to me, "If we have to be on teams, I want you on my team. You don't stop till its done".
I agreed. I don't. I will do what it takes to make sure the patient/client/customer is taken care of. In the end, we all win with that kind of attitude. This patient will come back, will refer friends and in the end that creates momentum.
So...if you ever wonder what more you can do....just do what it takes to get the job done. You'll find that your patients/customers/clients will do the same for you!!
Just another rambling of a real woman!!!!
Always another lesson to be learned
You know, as a life coach I should know all the rules right? Well...remember..I am a real woman and when real women have a bug up their backside so to speak, they don't always think positive thoughts.
However, today is another lesson to be learned.
Yesterday was a particular irritating day. Not because of anything other than me. I woke irritated and restless, and my day went on being irritated. It didn't dawn on me that what I tell my clients when they have this irritability is that they have a choice to change it just by changing your thoughts.
This morning...I woke up on the proverbial right side of the bed. No irritation what-so-ever. As I started my day I thought back to yesterday... and realized that I had a day in my life that was a bit miserable not because of anything else but ......ta da...me.
So, today is my day of reckoning. If I do get irritable I will remind myself that all I have to do is take a deep breath and thank God that I have the choice to not remain irritated. There are to many other things in my life that are so good so why let an emotion such as irritation get in my way!!
As a woman, a coach, and even that little girl inside of me that likes to just play.... I can tell you this that when I choose to make it a great day...no matter what happens...its a great day!!!!
Put a smile on your face...its a great place to start!!!
However, today is another lesson to be learned.
Yesterday was a particular irritating day. Not because of anything other than me. I woke irritated and restless, and my day went on being irritated. It didn't dawn on me that what I tell my clients when they have this irritability is that they have a choice to change it just by changing your thoughts.
This morning...I woke up on the proverbial right side of the bed. No irritation what-so-ever. As I started my day I thought back to yesterday... and realized that I had a day in my life that was a bit miserable not because of anything else but ......ta da...me.
So, today is my day of reckoning. If I do get irritable I will remind myself that all I have to do is take a deep breath and thank God that I have the choice to not remain irritated. There are to many other things in my life that are so good so why let an emotion such as irritation get in my way!!
As a woman, a coach, and even that little girl inside of me that likes to just play.... I can tell you this that when I choose to make it a great day...no matter what happens...its a great day!!!!
Put a smile on your face...its a great place to start!!!
The Morning Ritual
So Yeah.... a real woman huh?
We all wake up at a certain time each day because we have to.
For many years, since I was about 13 years old I have woken up at 5am. Back then it was so that I could iron my moms clothes for work, then spend the next hour with the ritual of putting on and taking off only to put back on make up routine. (I had no idea how to apply that mud on my face!)
As time went on, 5am seemed to still be the hour of rising. I'd get myself ready for work, then get to work on waking the kids. I can remember actually dressing my oldest while he was still asleep because there was no way he was waking up that early in the morning.
Then it was waking up at 5am to get to the gym to work out. I would look at all those people, sweating, pumping iron, running on the treadmills and wonder where on earth did they get that kind of enthusiasm first thing in the morning???
Well, now, I wake up at 5am just because I do. I like taking my time getting ready for work, making sure the house is cleaned up before I leave for work, and having time to read emails and....as you can see blog about 5am in the morning.
There is nothing really magical about it. It just occurred to me this morning that goodness...its 5 am yet again...and here I am, getting up.
What time do you get up? What is Your ritual?
Just sayin...
We all wake up at a certain time each day because we have to.
For many years, since I was about 13 years old I have woken up at 5am. Back then it was so that I could iron my moms clothes for work, then spend the next hour with the ritual of putting on and taking off only to put back on make up routine. (I had no idea how to apply that mud on my face!)
As time went on, 5am seemed to still be the hour of rising. I'd get myself ready for work, then get to work on waking the kids. I can remember actually dressing my oldest while he was still asleep because there was no way he was waking up that early in the morning.
Then it was waking up at 5am to get to the gym to work out. I would look at all those people, sweating, pumping iron, running on the treadmills and wonder where on earth did they get that kind of enthusiasm first thing in the morning???
Well, now, I wake up at 5am just because I do. I like taking my time getting ready for work, making sure the house is cleaned up before I leave for work, and having time to read emails and....as you can see blog about 5am in the morning.
There is nothing really magical about it. It just occurred to me this morning that goodness...its 5 am yet again...and here I am, getting up.
What time do you get up? What is Your ritual?
Just sayin...
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Inside Out Of Me
I am sure like many of you other women out there that you get to a stage in your life where you look back at what you've done.
I am 46 years old and am at that stage.
I am sure that the age is insignificant in the ramblings of any woman. We all have been through it, whatever it is, but for me its this age.
The past few months have been very odd for me. Thoughts of my life have been swirling in my head like some sort of whirly gig. Round and round it goes, when it stops no one knows!
I'm kind of proud of me right now. (I will try to describe the thoughts as the circle back around!)
I grew up thinking I had a rough childhood only to find out that there are so many people out there that either had it worse than me or the same...none the less I lived through it all.
Many memories are happy and many are sad, some are terrifying, but who hasn't had the same sort of memories. I could kick myself for living in those memories for so long! I realized today as I was having a bit of anxiety pangs that I have got to stop living in the past or the future and just enjoy myself now.
Who hasn't heard that their entire life!!
So...today is a fresh start...I will blog as much as I can to get off my chest as much as I can and hopefully leave this world a better place.
I know....I know...I am rambling...but isnt that what this is all about?!
I am 46 years old and am at that stage.
I am sure that the age is insignificant in the ramblings of any woman. We all have been through it, whatever it is, but for me its this age.
The past few months have been very odd for me. Thoughts of my life have been swirling in my head like some sort of whirly gig. Round and round it goes, when it stops no one knows!
I'm kind of proud of me right now. (I will try to describe the thoughts as the circle back around!)
I grew up thinking I had a rough childhood only to find out that there are so many people out there that either had it worse than me or the same...none the less I lived through it all.
Many memories are happy and many are sad, some are terrifying, but who hasn't had the same sort of memories. I could kick myself for living in those memories for so long! I realized today as I was having a bit of anxiety pangs that I have got to stop living in the past or the future and just enjoy myself now.
Who hasn't heard that their entire life!!
So...today is a fresh start...I will blog as much as I can to get off my chest as much as I can and hopefully leave this world a better place.
I know....I know...I am rambling...but isnt that what this is all about?!
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