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Big Fat Scary Dreams

There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typrwriter and bleed. I have a dream that scares me. My dream is bigger than me. It's bigger than my education. It's bigger than anything I've done before. Pursuing my dream is stretching me. I feel the tension. My words feel trapped in the thickness. Today, I am taking a deep breath and pushing myself further as I exhale.

Just like when we stretch our bodies, if we take a deep breath, we can stretch a bit further when we exhale. Try it. It's true. Exhaling is like letting go.

I am letting go of this vulnerable feeling. I am letting go of what you might think when you read this. I am letting go of the outcome. We can't control the outcome. What we can control changes and is limited. Today, I can control my actions, my reactions and my attitude. I am choosing to press on toward the goal; toward the calling on my heart.

I don't have all the answers. I don't have to. I just have to trust the one whom does and do the next right thing. My next right thing this morning was this post. Now, the next right thing is to complete a short ebook and get it published this week!

That’s a big fat scary dream…I almost deleted it. What if I don’t get it finished? What if I don’t get it published by the end of the week? Oh, but what if I do? What if I do and it inspires just one person? Either way, it has to come out. The dream has to come out. If it dies within me, a part of me dies. I can’t afford that. I need to be fully alive! Even if it means accomplishing my dream and not one person reads it. I did my part. I followed through.

[Tweet theme="tweet-box-normal-blue"]The dream has to come out. If it dies within me, a part of me dies. I can’t afford that. I need to be fully alive!BH[/Tweet] If you’ve been following my blog, you know that I do have a bigger dream. Yes, I have a dream of publishing a best selling book, Save the Butter Tubs. Ultimately, my dream is even bigger than that. I have so many books inside my head, it’s no wonder I can’t think straight. This week, I will begin to leak those thoughts to the public; My most vulnerable thoughts. My heart will be cut open and I will share. I will take the risk because I believe you are worth it. I will take the risk because I have to. I will purge my words. I will give away a precious part of my soul that I have hoarded for so long.

Fully living is vulnerable and raw. It’s risky. It’s rewarding.

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Love is: Making the Bed

Welcome to my new blog! I hope you've taken some time to check out the resource page and other fun stuff. I will be sharing my insights about life, love, and legacy and over the next 31 one days, I will be posting daily. This year I am focused on becoming a full-time writer. We will get to more of that later.  For now, I want to dig into this post.

Love is: Making the Bed.

A while back I went to a mini-conference here locally and the woman was sharing about how it always drove her husband crazy when she left a spoon in the sink. Sometimes she would do it on purpose just to annoy him. Then she realized that she could show him that she loved him just by putting the stupid spoon in the dishwasher. It stirred up some controversy with the woman at our table. One friend was rather defiant about giving in to such "demands."
I piped in an explained that I make the bed at my house only because my husband likes it. It's a simple way I can show him I love and respect him. I don't like making the bed. (well, maybe I do now with the new bedding I got for Christmas, only because it looks so stinking pretty and makes me feel like I am on vacation but don't tell my husband.) Before the new bedding, I would dread all the pillows. We have way too many. I know, first world problems! I know I am blessed for even having a bed to make. That is not the point here. The point is that we can show people we love them by doing the simplest acts of kindness.
Why make something a battle when giving in does so much good. It feels good to make people happy and would it really kill us to give a little?  I'd love to hear your thoughts and if you're brave, your battle whether you've given in or not.