Category: Do The Hard Thing
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Speak for maximum impact.
Some things just need to be said. They don’t need rehearsed – there’s no time for that. If the passion is now – the time is now. So often the space when something needs to be said is a small gap in time – and once it has passed the opportunity for maximum impact has…
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The question that must be answered
[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”] [et_pb_row admin_label=”row”] [et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text”]Each time I stand on the precipice of a gap – between what I know – and what I do not know – I am surprised by the question that must be answered. I thought I already chose bravery? Remember last time? We’ve already been through this. So why,…
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Purpose does not belong on a shelf.
It’s always been there – on the shelf – hiding in the dark. It’s never seen the sky or felt the tension on the other end of the string as it rose through the sky. The kite has sat, still in plastic, the pricetag faded. Here’s the truth. I’m scared to fly it. Afraid I…
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A turning from.
Here’s what we forget – what I forget – sometimes Permission Granted is a turning from versus a turning towards. Sometimes it means we have to own something, and dig in and grow. Sometimes Permission Granted is turning away from what you’ve always believed and turning towards what’s always actually been true. Sometimes it’s admitting…
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A daily invitation
Be who you are, right where you are. Sure. Just be me. Its so much harder then it seems it should be – or than people make it out to be. No one else can be me, true, but there is work required for me, to be me. I have to excavate out from under…
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The Invisible Things.
The mess on the counter. The weeds that need pulled. The dog that needs walked, The kids that need fed. The husband that will soon come home. The broken outlet plate. All things I can touch, clean, fix, mend, love. I can hold these things, and take care of them, Hug them, make it better.…
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Define the obstacle.
I had to give myself permission this week. I have been holding off on a next step. It wasn’t a huge step, but each step matters and anyway, what really matters is that you take them. But I was a bit stuck. I wasn’t taking the step. This next step sat in a bag that…
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See the evidence of love.
These pants sat in our closet next to the hamper for a couple of weeks. I assumed it was because my husband wanted them washed separately so that I didn’t put them in the dryer. I never gave it too much thought, I figured I would get to it eventually. Eventually was today. I picked…
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Help her take the next step.
She tentatively steps into her own. She wades into her space, seeking to understand that it is actually hers, unsure that she even has enough within her to fill the space. Her eyes flit across the blank, white walls and cavernous space and her heart starts stuttering a bit. “I don’t possess what this space…
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Pick up purpose, possibility, and passion
Women. We are gatherers. It’s our default setting. It’s been that way for a long time. This way of being has allowed us to provide for our families and our communities. We are beasts when it comes to gathering memories, groceries, friends, fun, and knowledge. We round up legos, hope, craft supplies, library books, and…
