1. I budged in front of Robin Williams in a line up @ Planet Hollywood in Vancouver - didn't realize until after I did it - I thought he was being rude but he was signing a autograph and I was waiting to pay - he said Hi after though
2. I accidentally got into a boobie fight ... long story another day ...
3. I ate grouse soup -GROSS GROSS GROSS
4. I thought my hair caught on fire on a road trip - long story ... another day...
5. I opened a bottle of juice and forgot I did and shook it in my own face.
6. I gave Gar Midol for a headache and got scared cause apparently men are not supposed to have Midol - he didn't take well to find out what I gave him afterwards
7. I caught a rock when I was out fishing - struggled with it for over an hour
8. I was chased ashore by a humpy fish - threw the rod and ran while Julian and Gar laughed at me - it was chasing me!!!
9. I got trapped in a funeral precession - a few times trying to beat traffic. lol
10. I stepped on poop and ran into a wedding - still LMAO over that one
11. I couldn't stop laughing at a funeral with some of my cousins and everyone thought we were crying - she had tissue all over her face and stuck to her eyes ... tough place to laugh and cry at the same time - we still laugh over it
12. I tried to ride a bike out of a moving van and crashed where the ramp met the road - my chin hit the ground - head first! OUCH!
13.I moved over 25 times after we got married before finally finding a house to buy! my friends might say it was more ... they stopped offering to help move after ... LOL
14.I fainted in the doctors office when Julian had to get stitches when he was about 8, the doctor stitched him up while holding my chair from rolling with his foot, they had to give me smelling salts.
15. I had all my cousins and brother Taylor put blueberries all over there faces on a berry picking trip when we were kids to keep the flies away - we got eaten alive!
16. I got pussy willows stuck in my nose when I was a kid and my brother Rod had to use tweezers to remove them.
17. I am writing a book
18. I love camping but I am afraid of all the creatures ... moths, spiders, mice, bats, snakes, frogs, bugs anything that moves basically.
19. I want to travel to Paris with Gar and dance ...
20. On one of Gar & I 's road trips we danced under a gazebo on the side of a river - I am a big romantic
21. I knocked my head onto a window at a store called Pappas Furs in Vancouver - really hard!
22. I stepped on Trent's Sparrows prized fishing rod and broke it in half.
23. I took pictures of a moose that was running ahead of us on the way to the Nass, I was going to share with everyone at the office and all that was on there was moose butt and moose balls - we laughed for months - Moose Porn! Didn't know it was zooming in ... LMAO
24. I watch reruns of Little house on the Prairie
25. Karla and I still think if we tell a story over and over to each other it will get funnier - it does but it's cause we can't get the story right most times.
26. Darian and I could spend hours talking and laying in bed laughing and goofing about with funny faces to funny stories.
27. Brooklyn and I absolutely adore and love each other and have to see each other everyday - 1 out of 20 of those times spent we will have a fight and than we end it with a awesome cuddle and nap.
28. I am terrified of loud wind, thunder, lightening, and will freak out if I get scared enough - like run to hide scared. Who doesn't?
29. I may or may not have inhaled!
30. I am normal and normal things do happen!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Christmas traditions
Think back on some of your earliest childhood holiday memories.
What comes to your mind?
I recall when my mother would pull out of the back of the closest all the holiday paraphernalia, packed away from the previous year. There were boxes of what, to a child, seemed to be a prequel to Christmas itself. I had of course seen the contents every year before but, still, that new unveiling, opening of the boxes, was like its own tradition. In those days, we went out and got a live tree. That, of course, had its own traditions, as kids my brother and I thought that we knew best, the perfect tree for Christmas. Always something of a real procedure . . . pulling limbs and limbs and the trunk, finding the stand, and getting the whole thing up and ready for the decorating. . . .if the snow fooled us that we had a full tree we then proceeded to fill it by drilling stick holes and filling it with gathered branches. Voila! Perfect tree to decorate!
Christmas music played in the background of chattering family. The room smelled of cookies and hot chocolate. The wood stove was filled to enhance the warmth. The room felt like it glowed with anticipation and excitement.
The lights, was the only real task taken on by the man of the house, my dad. Dad would grunt and groan, and fumble and futz, but ultimately the tree would twinkle with brightly colored lights. He’d stand back, give it the eye, and pronounce it ready for decoration. Then he’d go off and leave it to Mama and us kids.
Next were all those sparkling, fascinating-to-a-child, ornaments. Some of them had special meaning to my mother; others were simply pretty little doo-dads which she had collected over the years. It was our job, as the children, to carefully take each ornament as she pulled it out of its specific boxed home, put it on a hook, and then we became tree designers—finding that one specific, special spot for that particular ornament, a spot where no other ornament would do. This ritual was repeated over and over, until just about every decoration in almost every box my mother pulled out of the closet had found a temporary new home on a tree branch.
Hmmm. . . . What next? In those days, days before everyone was concerned about fire prevention and what was, and wasn’t safe, tinsel was unequivocally next on the list. Silver tinsel! Nothing else would do. Each of us kids would carefully receive a handful, and we were instructed to take only a few strands at a time—not big handfuls!—and lightly fling those strands onto the tree branches. It was to look as if long delicate icicles precariously held on, very much in danger of falling to the ground at any minute. This was an art, an art my mother strictly adhered to and which we, as her students, learned the finer points from her, the Master.
Last, always last for the tree, was the Angel! Always was an angel at the top of the tree, beautiful in a white dress. And at this point Dad would come back into the picture, since he was the tallest, place the angel on the tippy-top of the tree, and he and Mama would declare the tree officially decorated. He would again retreat, and she and us kids would stand back and admire our beautiful creation, for what seemed like hours.
It wasn’t hours, though, and we weren’t finished. The process of holiday home decoration had only just begun. The tree was simply the starter. There were still boxes filled with Christmas goodies. Out would come Santa’s , ceramic trees with lighted bulbs , thick garland and , of course, the mistletoe for the doorway into the kitchen—always the best place, it seemed, to catch someone unaware for a big holiday kiss!
And even amidst all the glitter and color and bright lights, all the fascinating and fun decorations with which a child could become mesmerized, there was still one last item that, every year, was a staple of our home’s Christmas decor. Cards received every year became part of our decorating process, yet this piece of the process was ongoing since cards were received almost every day from roundabout December first until well after Christmas day. We received lots of holiday cards. We placed a string across the walls early in the in December, and it allowed for each card to be enjoyed for the duration of the holiday.
Now to wait for the choir and Christmas Eve … that is another story …
What are your memories of holiday traditions? Do you, as an adult, carry them on now that you’re grown? Bring those fantastic recollections into your child’s life . . . they’ll thank you for it, and love being able to continue them as part of their family ritual.
What comes to your mind?
I recall when my mother would pull out of the back of the closest all the holiday paraphernalia, packed away from the previous year. There were boxes of what, to a child, seemed to be a prequel to Christmas itself. I had of course seen the contents every year before but, still, that new unveiling, opening of the boxes, was like its own tradition. In those days, we went out and got a live tree. That, of course, had its own traditions, as kids my brother and I thought that we knew best, the perfect tree for Christmas. Always something of a real procedure . . . pulling limbs and limbs and the trunk, finding the stand, and getting the whole thing up and ready for the decorating. . . .if the snow fooled us that we had a full tree we then proceeded to fill it by drilling stick holes and filling it with gathered branches. Voila! Perfect tree to decorate!
Christmas music played in the background of chattering family. The room smelled of cookies and hot chocolate. The wood stove was filled to enhance the warmth. The room felt like it glowed with anticipation and excitement.
The lights, was the only real task taken on by the man of the house, my dad. Dad would grunt and groan, and fumble and futz, but ultimately the tree would twinkle with brightly colored lights. He’d stand back, give it the eye, and pronounce it ready for decoration. Then he’d go off and leave it to Mama and us kids.
Next were all those sparkling, fascinating-to-a-child, ornaments. Some of them had special meaning to my mother; others were simply pretty little doo-dads which she had collected over the years. It was our job, as the children, to carefully take each ornament as she pulled it out of its specific boxed home, put it on a hook, and then we became tree designers—finding that one specific, special spot for that particular ornament, a spot where no other ornament would do. This ritual was repeated over and over, until just about every decoration in almost every box my mother pulled out of the closet had found a temporary new home on a tree branch.
Hmmm. . . . What next? In those days, days before everyone was concerned about fire prevention and what was, and wasn’t safe, tinsel was unequivocally next on the list. Silver tinsel! Nothing else would do. Each of us kids would carefully receive a handful, and we were instructed to take only a few strands at a time—not big handfuls!—and lightly fling those strands onto the tree branches. It was to look as if long delicate icicles precariously held on, very much in danger of falling to the ground at any minute. This was an art, an art my mother strictly adhered to and which we, as her students, learned the finer points from her, the Master.
Last, always last for the tree, was the Angel! Always was an angel at the top of the tree, beautiful in a white dress. And at this point Dad would come back into the picture, since he was the tallest, place the angel on the tippy-top of the tree, and he and Mama would declare the tree officially decorated. He would again retreat, and she and us kids would stand back and admire our beautiful creation, for what seemed like hours.
It wasn’t hours, though, and we weren’t finished. The process of holiday home decoration had only just begun. The tree was simply the starter. There were still boxes filled with Christmas goodies. Out would come Santa’s , ceramic trees with lighted bulbs , thick garland and , of course, the mistletoe for the doorway into the kitchen—always the best place, it seemed, to catch someone unaware for a big holiday kiss!
And even amidst all the glitter and color and bright lights, all the fascinating and fun decorations with which a child could become mesmerized, there was still one last item that, every year, was a staple of our home’s Christmas decor. Cards received every year became part of our decorating process, yet this piece of the process was ongoing since cards were received almost every day from roundabout December first until well after Christmas day. We received lots of holiday cards. We placed a string across the walls early in the in December, and it allowed for each card to be enjoyed for the duration of the holiday.
Now to wait for the choir and Christmas Eve … that is another story …
What are your memories of holiday traditions? Do you, as an adult, carry them on now that you’re grown? Bring those fantastic recollections into your child’s life . . . they’ll thank you for it, and love being able to continue them as part of their family ritual.
Monday, December 14, 2009
my journey continues
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the crisp bright blue of the sky through the partially opened blinds ... a soft gentle breeze from the open window smelled clean and sweet. I knew that today was a day of healing.
It was time for me to turn over the pieces of my life and start the process of the healing of my inner spirit.
I let go of so much mental garbage in the past few days that I'm empty, I had so many thoughts and feelings that I was completely confused. I felt lost and worn. I rather liked the feeling last night to “feel” the loss and despair, I can only go up from here was my thinking in the midst of pain. Thank the good lord for showing me the way, my way.
It's time now that, I let the spirit of who I am to swell and fill the empty spaces that linger within.
…how to fill myself?
the essentials in which to build a new foundation of beliefs for my life.
Spiritual Nourishment—
Love and Laughter
Kindness
Hope
Understanding
Peace
Serenity
I shared something today.... with a friend and learned something myself.
“Find Happiness in your home.
Find accomplishment in your work day.
Find fulfillment in daily activities.”
This really was a reminder to me of a message that I had received sitting in a room meditating months before.
In the past month or so I have been so consumed with keeping the pieces of my new life together, ‘trying’ to hold on to what I had that there was no time for anything else.
Work. Sleep. Grieve
Work. Sleep. Grieve.
That's not life.
That's a self-induced jail sentence. I have made the time for me. I have stopped trying and started believing and doing.
Life seems to repeat itself over and over before you finally hear what it says.
“this isn’t working for you”
God is always talking, it was just me that wasn't listening.
Often I discover a little too late that the flight has been redirected by the autopilot in my head and I'm in the first class section of life cruising at high altitude on my way to a place of pain.
Greif has a great way of getting my attention.
It starts a small crack in my unconscious thinking patterns; One second in which I can fully take a look at what I am doing and why I am even doing it.
That's what this change is about.
Keeping the moment in my line of vision; allowing myself to steer my own course through life instead of running on the faulty beliefs that have just not worked … “Greif is out to get me.” – Not today!
With all my tools in heart and my new way in mind I am ready to stand up!
Today was a day of embracing the love, laughter, blue skies and sunshine that is everywhere.
In every moment.
In every smile.
In every sweet breeze.
In every warm kiss of sunshine on my face.
The sparks of hope within me have set ablaze my willingness to continue in this process.
My persistence … a roll of thunder opening every door of possibility.
I am finding my truth is getting stronger … my belief is getting bigger … my inner strength is a victory to successful living.
It began with a question I asked and an answer that came to me “Do you believe in me?” I was asking God. Over and over my question is answered in my daily life – through my husband, my children, my mothers, my fathers, my family, my friends, my own self. His belief in me began the process of me believing in myself.
I am in the process of succeeding!
It was time for me to turn over the pieces of my life and start the process of the healing of my inner spirit.
I let go of so much mental garbage in the past few days that I'm empty, I had so many thoughts and feelings that I was completely confused. I felt lost and worn. I rather liked the feeling last night to “feel” the loss and despair, I can only go up from here was my thinking in the midst of pain. Thank the good lord for showing me the way, my way.
It's time now that, I let the spirit of who I am to swell and fill the empty spaces that linger within.
…how to fill myself?
the essentials in which to build a new foundation of beliefs for my life.
Spiritual Nourishment—
Love and Laughter
Kindness
Hope
Understanding
Peace
Serenity
I shared something today.... with a friend and learned something myself.
“Find Happiness in your home.
Find accomplishment in your work day.
Find fulfillment in daily activities.”
This really was a reminder to me of a message that I had received sitting in a room meditating months before.
In the past month or so I have been so consumed with keeping the pieces of my new life together, ‘trying’ to hold on to what I had that there was no time for anything else.
Work. Sleep. Grieve
Work. Sleep. Grieve.
That's not life.
That's a self-induced jail sentence. I have made the time for me. I have stopped trying and started believing and doing.
Life seems to repeat itself over and over before you finally hear what it says.
“this isn’t working for you”
God is always talking, it was just me that wasn't listening.
Often I discover a little too late that the flight has been redirected by the autopilot in my head and I'm in the first class section of life cruising at high altitude on my way to a place of pain.
Greif has a great way of getting my attention.
It starts a small crack in my unconscious thinking patterns; One second in which I can fully take a look at what I am doing and why I am even doing it.
That's what this change is about.
Keeping the moment in my line of vision; allowing myself to steer my own course through life instead of running on the faulty beliefs that have just not worked … “Greif is out to get me.” – Not today!
With all my tools in heart and my new way in mind I am ready to stand up!
Today was a day of embracing the love, laughter, blue skies and sunshine that is everywhere.
In every moment.
In every smile.
In every sweet breeze.
In every warm kiss of sunshine on my face.
The sparks of hope within me have set ablaze my willingness to continue in this process.
My persistence … a roll of thunder opening every door of possibility.
I am finding my truth is getting stronger … my belief is getting bigger … my inner strength is a victory to successful living.
It began with a question I asked and an answer that came to me “Do you believe in me?” I was asking God. Over and over my question is answered in my daily life – through my husband, my children, my mothers, my fathers, my family, my friends, my own self. His belief in me began the process of me believing in myself.
I am in the process of succeeding!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
My non-resolutions for 2010
I am really bossy.
I am a whine-y baby.
I drink wine in bed - and out of bed.
I wake up early and go to bed late.
I am always in a hurry and always late.
I have eyes that I know how to use and use them often.
I don't exercise, unless you consider rushing to rest an exercise.
I love many.
I live passionately.
I laugh everyday.
I like to be messy but don't like it being messy.
I am a truth teller - even if it hurts!
I am a sap for sad situations/stories/movies etc ...
I have quirks.
I don't resolve to being less to anyone I will come at you full force.
I will pinch kick and punch if you hurt or scare me.
I will say sorry.
I will not be resolving to be any different next year ... just more!
I am a whine-y baby.
I drink wine in bed - and out of bed.
I wake up early and go to bed late.
I am always in a hurry and always late.
I have eyes that I know how to use and use them often.
I don't exercise, unless you consider rushing to rest an exercise.
I love many.
I live passionately.
I laugh everyday.
I like to be messy but don't like it being messy.
I am a truth teller - even if it hurts!
I am a sap for sad situations/stories/movies etc ...
I have quirks.
I don't resolve to being less to anyone I will come at you full force.
I will pinch kick and punch if you hurt or scare me.
I will say sorry.
I will not be resolving to be any different next year ... just more!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
My Condolences to Leeson Family, the Nisga'a Nation
My heartfelt condolences:
To Nelson’s immediate family, son’s, closest friends, colleagues (current and past), fellow Nisga’a.
I wanted to share with you how sorry I am for your loss. There are never the right words to express how deeply sad one is at a time of loss. Nelson will be truly missed by everyone who knew him no matter where they crossed his path in life. He made time for people, to hear them, to listen. I had the opportunity to sit with him during one of his stays at Mills Memorial Hospital. He shared with me stories of when he first started out with this path(referring to his political realm). He said that he felt young and unknowing at times, and that he did a lot of listening in his first years. He described the chambers of the old New Aiyansh Village Government room right down to the etched mirror the swivel chairs, red carpet and talking stick. He shook his head and said ‘all the ‘life’ that has been put into our way of life, it’s so important to continue to move forward.’ He referred further to leaders of past, reminiscing through his memories. Nelson was a true leader of our nation - setting the course and ensuring that we are all paddling in the same direction. He had time to talk no matter how busy he was; no matter the time of day; he knew that to live on was to give of himself, in this way he will live on for many years to come. Leaders like Nelson are few in life and it is with a heavy heart that I also grieve with your loss. His friendship meant the world to many. He was a kind and gentle man with a heart strong enough to carry a nation. His life, his history, his passions, dreams, his leadership, Presidency, all speak volumes of a man walking with his nation. He leaves with us the legacy of a determined journey, through a political path of many levels of government. A journey that carries passion and a love of Nisga’a, our lives, the people, our land, our culture. Nelson belongs to the Angels now, we preferred when he was here with us. I am sure he was greeted by angels of our nation, honored and congratulated of a life fully lived. May your memories bring you comfort in the days ahead. Your loss is also my loss.
With my deepest sympathy, Maggie Patsey
To Nelson’s immediate family, son’s, closest friends, colleagues (current and past), fellow Nisga’a.
I wanted to share with you how sorry I am for your loss. There are never the right words to express how deeply sad one is at a time of loss. Nelson will be truly missed by everyone who knew him no matter where they crossed his path in life. He made time for people, to hear them, to listen. I had the opportunity to sit with him during one of his stays at Mills Memorial Hospital. He shared with me stories of when he first started out with this path(referring to his political realm). He said that he felt young and unknowing at times, and that he did a lot of listening in his first years. He described the chambers of the old New Aiyansh Village Government room right down to the etched mirror the swivel chairs, red carpet and talking stick. He shook his head and said ‘all the ‘life’ that has been put into our way of life, it’s so important to continue to move forward.’ He referred further to leaders of past, reminiscing through his memories. Nelson was a true leader of our nation - setting the course and ensuring that we are all paddling in the same direction. He had time to talk no matter how busy he was; no matter the time of day; he knew that to live on was to give of himself, in this way he will live on for many years to come. Leaders like Nelson are few in life and it is with a heavy heart that I also grieve with your loss. His friendship meant the world to many. He was a kind and gentle man with a heart strong enough to carry a nation. His life, his history, his passions, dreams, his leadership, Presidency, all speak volumes of a man walking with his nation. He leaves with us the legacy of a determined journey, through a political path of many levels of government. A journey that carries passion and a love of Nisga’a, our lives, the people, our land, our culture. Nelson belongs to the Angels now, we preferred when he was here with us. I am sure he was greeted by angels of our nation, honored and congratulated of a life fully lived. May your memories bring you comfort in the days ahead. Your loss is also my loss.
With my deepest sympathy, Maggie Patsey
Our Youth ~ Our Future
Our Youth ~
sharing my understanding, point of view, vision ... to just share ...
~ searching for lasting inner peace, harmony... and happiness ...
Persist. Persist. Persist. We must each take a position to bring ' self ' into the picture and raise awareness within, to truly have an effect of difference and continuity in the big picture. First nations communities and working groups throughout our nations have been moving forward in an effort to preserve, strengthen and renew culture and tradition in our youth. Effort is what? “ the amount of earnest and conscientious activity intended to do or accomplish something” I am inspired to go further with my efforts and to further find my place and position in my family. To find more in a life that is yet already beautiful and rich. I want the more in life. I want to give more. I want to reach a new level of connection. I want to do it with purpose! To Learn. To Teach.To Inspire.To be Inspired To walk with Purpose. To live with Passion. Everything happens for a reason. I trust that.
I believe that first nations youth represent the future of first nations communities, and that their health and well-being determines the future health and well-being of the community as a whole. Individuals, families, Wilps~house, Communities,entire Nations must invests in youth and give them a sense of place and tradition, to insure that the same will have future leaders.
As individuals and as a whole we must recognize that youth are the most valuable asset any community has. We must seek to support projects that demonstrate creative and innovative approaches to preserve, strengthen, or renew culture and tradition among youth, whether through traditional knowledge, art, language or through a program or business enterprise, technology, is a great way to reach youth, communication is the priority, how you do it sometimes requires creativity. Creating Win-Win situations. What are our priorities within our efforts? Are we moving in a direction that works within the lives of our most valuable assets … If one individual is reached have we failed? No I say, not when we are each as valuable as the other.
To bring self to the challenge and bring forth effort, do we have established priorities? Are these priorities agreed upon? Who agreed? Are the youth in that agreement? I could say … oh wait … it's been said already …
I have agreed to participate …
Increasing access to and sharing of cultural customs and beliefs through the use of appropriate technologies (traditional and/or modern), as a means of reviving or preserving language, arts, history, or other culturally relevant topics (song, dance); Increasing youth leadership and their capacity to lead through integrated educational or mentoring programs; Preserving, strengthening or renewing cultural and/or spiritual practices, beliefs and values; Engaging both youth and elders in activities that demonstrate methods for documenting traditional knowledge, practices, and/or beliefs, where culturally appropriate.
I believe that when armed with the resources, we hold the capacity and ingenuity, to ensure sustainability, and the economic, spiritual and cultural well-being of our communities. Taking care of our youth IS capacity building. Taking care of our youth IS addressing the future sustainability and success of our nations. Thank you for sharing and may your inspirations and teaching reach far and wide.
Culture so proudly honored
How great to be in the presence of so much family.
I absolutely love the energy and life of our Nisga’a feast hall.
Our history, culture, and traditions displaying how powerfully woven our communities and families are.
The beat of the welcoming drums calling – ‘come experience the beating heart of a living community – a family!’
Sacred traditions so delicately carried out.
Culture so proudly honored. Simoogit, and Sigidimhanak present a powerful presence of honor and continuity – of life! Our feast hall- the heart of our Nation, where so many paths join in Sacred space.
The young are so eager to present their roles – to honor our ways – our knowledge.
The rhythms of the feast hall present a beautiful song of unity; the heartfelt drumming of a family sharing with our Nation.
Nisga’a feasts provide an exciting blend of traditions with roots reaching far into our history.
Laughter and colorful chatter shared over Nisga’a Stew.
Rich Opportunities to share with some of the finest teachers as we carry out our responsibility – to learn – to carry on.
Warm smiles received and delivered.
Drumming ~ Dancing ~ Singing ~ Sharing ~ Focus my 'Vision' ~ Develop Leadership ~ Step into renewed Power ~ Awaken Infinite Potential ~ Celebrate and Be Celebrated!
Together we fuel our passions, sharing ways to carry our culture our traditions in our homes, our communities, our lives.
With compassion, we support and encourage each other to carry on and find that next level, that higher power within.
I am Nisga’a – and I am so proud!
Antaam lax Ga'askw Gaak
Wilps Ksim Xsaan
Venturing into the heart and mind of Maggie
Venturing into the heart and mind of Maggie ~~~ s~t~r~e~t~c~h
I believe that being honest with yourself is one of the key aspects of your own personal growth but also the growth of those around you. I wanted to share some of my thoughts/ questions to maybe help to inspire your own personal growth ... I hope to reach somebody today ~
Sit quietly and list 3 skills or experiences that you have gained in the last 3 months ... let yourself be happy for them. Believe the goodness that is in you~nurture it!
How enjoyable is your life - do you have the right balance for you between work, family and personal time? Are you willing to change things to feel more balanced ~plan for it and "make" it happen rather than sit and wait for things to get better~your happiness is important!
Are you avoiding something, what do you not enjoy doing? How can you address this? What is the real problem here? "unstuck" yourself, because if your avoiding, your holding back so much living ~start by moving into your next moment with truth~it is inspiring to breathe fully again!
Are you losing talent or gaining talent as a leader? Stretch your skill level and "do" more if you can.
Can you help a person to advance in their life, in their work place, why are you waiting?
What value have you created over the last 3 months? creating value is a very purposeful event , plan for difference and growth, plan for change, plan to be better, plan to help, plan to be more ... I think that value is an ideal that is "accepted" by an individual or group ~ decide what your value is and move forward to creating it.
How will you help to change the world over the next 3 months? Will it be personal? Will it involve a child or elderly person? Will you let yourself be happy for your changes? Will you "feel" your difference?
How much time will you spend allowing yourself to think, dream, inspire, wonder, create? Leave room for greatness to happen ...
I believe that being honest with yourself is one of the key aspects of your own personal growth but also the growth of those around you. I wanted to share some of my thoughts/ questions to maybe help to inspire your own personal growth ... I hope to reach somebody today ~
Sit quietly and list 3 skills or experiences that you have gained in the last 3 months ... let yourself be happy for them. Believe the goodness that is in you~nurture it!
How enjoyable is your life - do you have the right balance for you between work, family and personal time? Are you willing to change things to feel more balanced ~plan for it and "make" it happen rather than sit and wait for things to get better~your happiness is important!
Are you avoiding something, what do you not enjoy doing? How can you address this? What is the real problem here? "unstuck" yourself, because if your avoiding, your holding back so much living ~start by moving into your next moment with truth~it is inspiring to breathe fully again!
Are you losing talent or gaining talent as a leader? Stretch your skill level and "do" more if you can.
Can you help a person to advance in their life, in their work place, why are you waiting?
What value have you created over the last 3 months? creating value is a very purposeful event , plan for difference and growth, plan for change, plan to be better, plan to help, plan to be more ... I think that value is an ideal that is "accepted" by an individual or group ~ decide what your value is and move forward to creating it.
How will you help to change the world over the next 3 months? Will it be personal? Will it involve a child or elderly person? Will you let yourself be happy for your changes? Will you "feel" your difference?
How much time will you spend allowing yourself to think, dream, inspire, wonder, create? Leave room for greatness to happen ...
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