What about what’s holding us back from supporting ourselves?

Midlife Celebration Amazon sales page
Top, first share button – sends email with easy click link to book page…

 

Sent this as an email from Amazon to a friend who’s been saying for two months she’s going to buy the book.

Dude, this book is gonna make your heart sing and your mind explode. Do yourself a favor (right now). Okay? 🙂

  • What holds our family, friends, colleagues back from jumping in to help us?
  • Is it the same thing holding us back from supporting others who are also working hard?

So really, what holds us back from helping ourselves?

(fear, uncertainty, excuses, time, codependence?)

Life is not a dress rehearsal.

We know this.

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Six questions to compare our day to theirs

Man raking front yard gravel
Each day can be viewed as a fantastic opportunity, or a prison sentence?

 

Each day can be viewed as a fantastic opportunity, or a prison sentence:

  1. Know the feeling well?
  2. Does the clock seems to fly by.
  3. What happens when most of our day feels like that?
  4. A blessing or a curse?
  5. Is it true to whom much has been given, much will be required?
  6. The truth is, this applies to all of us, not just famous figureheads, right?

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How much is enough?

I Love Mickey Mouse t-shirt
How much Magic is enough? How much joy, peace, and love is enough?

 

Do we lower our standard, our passion, our hope, our expectations because we sense others resent our energy and joy? Do the others feel trapped and think we don’t know what feeling trapped feels like?

There is nothing inherently wrong with going through the motions, if living like that is a good enough standard.

Which ought to prepare us at any time for a simple, direct, legitimate question.

Are we satisfied?

(Or do we believe we deserve more, better, different?)

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Guest blogger Lorie Sheffer: Twelve Weeks

Small dog 16 years old
Exercise first and foremost is designed to keep us active and active has a long list of benefits.

 

It’s been twelve weeks. Five days a week, an average of forty-five minutes a day. On the rare day it’s exceptionally hot and humid or pouring rain we may only go for twenty-five minutes, but if it’s relatively comfortable we may stay outside for over an hour. Only one day did we cancel, due to lightening and hail.

We have graduated from staying on the sidewalk to climbing some hills and going through uneven fields. On hot days, one of us may even go for a wade in the creek. (One of us not being me.)

Her owner says he can tell she is getting fit. She seems to have dropped a little weight and her behavior is better. She is going to be 16 years old soon, and her energy is boundless.

My hip pain is almost non-existent, the tendonitis in my ankle is at least 75% better and I now sleep through the night. My anxiety is almost entirely manageable. Would I have committed to this daily routine with such enthusiasm had I known that my weight would remain unchanged? I’m honestly not sure. I’d like to say that all of the positive changes would have been more than enough to motivate me, but truthfully, not shedding any weight has been a real downer. Sorting family photos last evening shone a light on the harsh reality that genetics are not on my side. Longevity, yes; slimness, not so much.

I need to send this to Jeff for tomorrow’s posting. I have a little dog waiting for me, and she’s ready for our daily walk. It’s cool and cloudy. We’ll be walking for at least an hour today.

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