<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065</id><updated>2011-11-20T15:27:25.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Donna Lopez - Empowerment Life Coach&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Being in the business of inspiring people to become empowered, it is important for me to live what I teach.  While my own journey includes challenges just as everyones does, I appreciate my realizations along the way because they're always leading me to joy. Hopefully my personal sharing inspires you to live your own joyous journey as well.  After all, there's nothing more important in life than being happy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-8215872149571321202</id><published>2009-03-09T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:41:23.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2009!</title><content type='html'>Obviously, I took the last quarter of 2008 off from blogging. However, I did start up again in the New Year with a brand new blog--this time limiting my writing to one particular area of my life. You can now find my 2009 posts at  &lt;a href="http://thebestdonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thebestdonna.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting in the new blog until May 2009, at least. After that, I may be back to this blog. Stay tuned... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-8215872149571321202?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/8215872149571321202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=8215872149571321202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8215872149571321202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8215872149571321202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-2009.html' title='It&apos;s 2009!'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-5721682107935828135</id><published>2008-09-10T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:36:39.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to say...</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe taking a break from blogging wasn't such a good idea.  I have had lots to say and no way to get it out when I wasn't writing, ha!  Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is very well, so I'll be back very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and I am extremely grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-5721682107935828135?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/5721682107935828135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=5721682107935828135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5721682107935828135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5721682107935828135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-to-say.html' title='More to say...'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-5158068450915450138</id><published>2008-08-31T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:03:06.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliberate and stress-free</title><content type='html'>This morning started out just as I wanted... lied around until I felt like taking a shower and then getting out for the day. I got my car washed and then hung out at the bookstore for awhile.  I was pleasantly surprised to run into a former customer from my FYJ days. She's doing well and it was so nice to hear about her personal growth since I've last heard from her.  It continues to be such a great reminder that the place I created had such a positive impact in so many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went to my friend's house.  As she fixed dinner, I simply hung out, drank wine, and shared my usual stories.  We had a very enjoyable time as always, that is until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a new WII.  Is that from Nintendo?  I think so.  Anyway, it's a video game.  I'm sure most people of this world know about and enjoy this game!  But I don't.  In my distant past, I'm sure I tried playing something at some point, but I'm simply not interested. Today, as my enthusiastic friend encouraged me to play her new game, all I ended up feeling was stressed out.  I was supposed to be having fun and enjoying myself, but I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played several games, but finally decided to stop.  I liked playing the games in order to get the right answers.  And at the level I was playing that was fairly easy.  However, I quickly realized that although I enjoyed the challenge of trying to get the right answers, it was being timed that I didn't like.  I just didn't enjoy feeling as though I had to race against the clock.  I simply wanted to go at my own pace and get the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, how I was feeling then led me to self-reflect on how I like to do other things.  As I've shared before, I don't like to be stressed out.  In fact, it's rare that I do stress, simply because I don't like the feeling.  So playing the video games today, and getting stressed out by them, gave me a lot to think about myself.  In life, I like to feel as though I make the best decisions for myself.  I'm deliberate in how I do almost everything.  I like to feel as though I'm making the right choice, regardless of how long it takes to make it. At this point in my life, I no longer compare myself to anyone else, or compare how I live with how anyone else lives.  I simply follow that which feels best for me.  But if I'm feeling rushed or feeling as though I have to make a quick decision, I get stressed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I do many things quickly.  I talk fast. I walk fast. I definitely drive fast. And I do much of my work fast. But if there's something I have to do, and I don't necessarily know how to do it well, then I need time.  And in order to get a good score in a video game, I don't have time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this certainly is no major topic, rather just today's interesting self-observation.  I'm not stressed at this moment (the wine helped!) And I'm definitely not upset about anything either.  It's actually been a pretty good day.  I'm simply perfectly content to never play a video game again! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the weekend is not over yet. One more day to do something stress-free!  Yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-5158068450915450138?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/5158068450915450138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=5158068450915450138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5158068450915450138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5158068450915450138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/deliberate-and-stress-free_31.html' title='Deliberate and stress-free'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-951860345879203173</id><published>2008-08-30T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:04:42.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I set it up this way</title><content type='html'>It’s only the Saturday of a three-day weekend and I already know it’s a great weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not even getting all three days off from work either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I worked a bit today and plan on working some on Monday as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not required to work, rather made a choice to do so.      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been busier than usual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually have an easy schedule in which I have plenty of time to come home at the end of my day, hang out for awhile, go to the gym, meet friends for coffee, or simply come home and take a nap!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my days really haven’t been that way lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I haven’t even been to the gym in about two weeks!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other day as I was complaining to my daughter about being tired, I said that I needed a break, to which she responded by saying, “Your whole life is a break!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We laughed, because that’s pretty much true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have set it up to be exactly this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love this particular time in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve already raised my daughter and am not currently in a serious relationship, so all my time is my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy doing only what I want to do and when I want to do it.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, when I’m not remembering how I’ve set up my life to be (for this point in time), I often think about the areas of my life that are not as I want them to be. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think about who’s not doing what I want them to do or what’s not happening as I think it should be happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when I really look at my life and lifestyle as I’ve now set it up, I realize that I really do love it the way it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This doesn’t mean I will want it exactly this way forever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I know when I want it to be different I can set it up another way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I do have plenty of options and opportunities.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a movie I went with my sister to see today, there was a character who was very much enjoying her experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She simply followed what made her happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there came a point in her experience when she started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about what she wanted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stopped following her feelings and started thinking about it, which then made her experience no longer happy to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am reminded of Joseph Campbell’s quote, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Follow your bliss.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a conversation with my sister after our movie today, I recalled much of what I’m writing about tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I talked about how much I love my life as it is. I talked about how I’ve set up my life to be easy, stress-free, worry-free and very flexible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I talked about how I do whatever I want and whenever I want to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I talked about how I simply follow that which makes me happy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, this long weekend I have a good opportunity to get things back to how I want them to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I can do whatever, I decided to work a bit extra, go dancing with my friends, go to the movies with my sister, cancel plans to attend a barbeque I was invited to, and to sleep in on Sunday!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THIS is how I want it.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, there will always be more that I want out of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will always strive for more of this or that, but as my life is today, I love it and I’m grateful.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow after sleeping in, because I want to, I will probably just spend the day with myself… maybe lie around for awhile, get my car washed, go to the bookstore, get back to the gym and/or have something special for dinner… We’ll see!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a great life… just the way I want it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-951860345879203173?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/951860345879203173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=951860345879203173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/951860345879203173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/951860345879203173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-set-it-up-this-way.html' title='I set it up this way'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-6895564660699286888</id><published>2008-08-28T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:14:14.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universe works it out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a crazy day, and I found it hard to articulate anything meaningful to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today was yet another interesting day, but I’m in a better state of mind to write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so I’ll try.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I can say about these days of mine, is that they sure are interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life is pretty cool for me right now, and I find it so amazing to observe it, which is also why I like to write about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are so many things that I want to write about though, that sometimes I spend more time trying to figure out which thing to pick for the day, than I actually take to write.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here’s what I found most interesting today (among some close seconds)…&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was sort of planned for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would go to my office job, go home afterwards and get my uncle some dinner, and then go with my daughter to pick up her wedding dress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be a fun day, but I also very much looked forward to the hours after all that was done so as to be able to come home and lay on the couch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get so little time for that these days!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, first I was pleasantly surprised to be able to have lunch with my daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had good conversation and I was very happy to spend the time with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked forward to seeing her later in the day as well, and even though she was starting to complain about a headache, I fully expected to see her a few hours later.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I wrapped up my day at the office, my daughter called to say her headache got worse, and that she wanted to reschedule her dress appointment until next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was initially disappointed for her because she had seemed so excited earlier, but did end up sensing she was fine with her decision to postpone her appointment.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, ok… I decided to go home and take my uncle out for an earlier dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But on my way home I got a call from a friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had had a court date today for his divorce and really needed a friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I agreed to meet him for a quick drink before I actually went home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I saw him, he looked sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went in the restaurant and sat down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t want to sit across from me in the booth, rather right next to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Initially I wasn’t comfortable with that, but he said he needed to be close to his friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it was fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he talked about his day, and as I saw how upset he was, all I could do was have compassion for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is such in a bad emotional place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I listened as he talked about his “failure”, which seemed to bring back my own memories of the days I had like his today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now healed myself, I so wanted him know that how he feels today is only temporary.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I did a good job at balancing my listening, my comforting words, and my words of encouragement for moving on in his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I wouldn’t say he was better by the time we left, he seemed extremely grateful to me for being there for him.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I came home, my uncle seemed ready to go back to his own home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked about what would be best, and it seemed today would be a good day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He packed his things, I took him to dinner, and then made the 3-hour round trip to take him home and back.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I sit here tonight alone again, doing laundry, writing, and wondering what time I’ll actually get to sleep tonight, I am grateful for how the day actually turned out for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t wish the headache on my daughter, the pain my friend is going through, or the surgery my uncle is recovering from.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I care so much about these people and I only want the best for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’m happy that I am able to be part of their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m happy that I am able to contribute to them in the best way I know how.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel the gratitude they have for me, and in return I have it for them as well.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not always good with changes in my plans (just ask my friends!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the Universe worked out my real plans for today, and I don’t mind at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had also planned to lie around my house most of this weekend to catch up on some rest, but have suddenly been invited to many things that it seems my weekend is sure to be full after all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll work out my resting time, because above all, I am happy where I am today and the direction I’m headed… a continuous good life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-6895564660699286888?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/6895564660699286888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=6895564660699286888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6895564660699286888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6895564660699286888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/universe-works-it-out.html' title='The Universe works it out'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-7789799720520415611</id><published>2008-08-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:27:14.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dollar sundae!</title><content type='html'>I was extremely close to missing my writing tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that anyone really reads these posts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are mostly for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m just tracking my personal realizations for awhile to make sure I’m staying focused on living the happiest life possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And sometimes reading what I wrote helps me see myself clearer… like looking in a mirror.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I almost didn’t write a post today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m still very tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that wouldn’t really have stopped me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I almost didn’t write because I got sick this evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t usually eat dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Living alone, I just pick at whatever I have around the house, or maybe eat a snack at the most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But since my uncle is staying with me I needed to get something for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had some food left over from Sunday’s party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure that it was bad because my uncle is just fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I started feeling very uncomfortable soon after I ate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was thinking that I just over-ate or that maybe because as I was warming up the food, I was snacking on brownies, and that is what was causing my stomach ache.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t really know.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the feeling was getting worse and worse by the moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started feeling as though I was going to vomit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I am an anti-vomit person!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will do anything I can to avoid that action from taking place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The feeling in my stomach was just getting worse though, and finally I knew I had no choice…&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I did what I had to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Afterwards, I stretched out on my couch quietly moaning from my experience and from the still lingering upset feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yuuuucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, slowly over the last hour or two I started beginning to feel like myself again.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then even better!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what suddenly comes to me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want a hot fudge sundae from McDonalds!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ask my uncle if he wants one and so we get into my car, me in my ponytail, shorts and flip-flops, and he in his pj’s &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we hit the drive-thru at McDonalds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get my dollar hot fudge sundae and he gets a small vanilla shake.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I just finished mine and I feel amazing again!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sooo, that’s it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just found something to be very excited and grateful about tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, there are many usual things to be happy about, but I found my unique one for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness for McDonald drive-thru’s and for dollar hot fudge sundaes!&lt;span style=""&gt;   I will fall sleep feeling very happy tonight : )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-7789799720520415611?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/7789799720520415611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=7789799720520415611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7789799720520415611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7789799720520415611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dollar-sundae.html' title='My dollar sundae!'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-5520994440703544749</id><published>2008-08-25T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:49:49.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My runaway thoughts</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, it’s a bit hard to explain the intense feelings I had earlier today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is extremely good news actually! As I sit here tonight on my comfy couch, now a bit rested and stress-free, it’s amazing to think how different things were for me just a few hours ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no desire to re-live the feelings I had today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just thought it would be interesting to write about because so much of my day was spent observing my thoughts… my runaway negative thoughts!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had to get up at 4am to take my uncle to the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was having his gall bladder removed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These days, it’s a minor surgery and patients leave the same day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we were to be at the hospital at 5:30am, which we were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I expected to be there about 4 hours maximum and had even planned on going to work after lunchtime.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But that was not meant to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, I was extremely sleepy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a very busy weekend and didn’t get enough rest by the time I had to get up this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I got my uncle situated where he needed to be, I was able to go to my car and get a bit more rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But two hours later as I went back up to his room, he was still not back from surgery/recovery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nurse said it would be another hour or two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to the cafeteria and had breakfast, then out to my car for a bit longer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awhile later, I again went up to the room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, I was told an hour or two more.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was the pattern for most of the mid-morning to lunch time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept being told an hour or two more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently my uncle was fine, but the time continued to drag.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, around 12:30pm he was back in his room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the first thing the nurse said was that he needed to stay until 3pm because the doctor had prescribed another dose of a medicine that needed to be taken then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had had enough!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Important to note, I hate being in hospitals!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My uncle has been there so much over the last few years, and even more so this year, that I think I’ve simply run out of tolerance for being there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, it doesn’t have anything to do with my uncle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to help him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just don’t ever want to go to a hospital again!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the day was getting extremely frustrating for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time I heard that it would be an hour or two more I felt everything inside of me tense up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt as though I was in prison and badly needed to escape.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hadn’t planned on staying there so long, so I didn’t even have a book to read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And my thoughts just kept getting more and more negative as the day progressed.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was reminded recently that the thoughts we have attract like thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, the type of thoughts one is thinking is immediately followed by other similar thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good thoughts lead to other good thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And negative thoughts lead to other negative thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I was definitely having negative thoughts today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was thinking how stuck I felt there… which led to thinking how many times I’ve been in a hospital and not liking it… which led to how I wasn’t making any money today because I wasn’t working… which led to thinking how upset I am with certain family members who do not work and who didn’t help out today… which led to thinking about my bigger family problems… which led to how hard my life has been ever since I was born!!!! It was CRAZY!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The funny thing about it all… seriously, it was funny… was that I was fully aware of this runaway thought process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During it, I understood what was happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recalled what I had heard about thoughts attracting like thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I knew what was happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it was  as though I also had another thought process going on simultaneously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was amused at what I was doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was trying to stop the runaway thinking, and would interrupt it by thinking of something in my life that was going positively.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then, the negative thoughts just came rushing back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I then thought how freeing it would be once I got out of there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, they would eventually have to let us go! I could only imagine!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So a moment of peace… then the negative thoughts just came right back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eventually it was as though I had two conversations going on in my head at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The one that just wanted to complain about being stuck in that hospital, along with every single other bad thing in my life, and the other one that found it very amusing and simply told Donna to just chill out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I did find it amusing among all the chaos going on in my head.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At 4:30pm, 11 hours after we arrived, my uncle was finally discharged. He actually got through his ordeal today very well (yes, I am very aware that he was the one who needed the attention today, not my ridiculous thoughts!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve since brought him home with me so I can keep an eye on him for a couple of days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now all is well again!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crazy day… but I’m very happy to report that all the voices in my head are calm tonight! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And life is good again. Thank goodness! : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-5520994440703544749?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/5520994440703544749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=5520994440703544749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5520994440703544749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5520994440703544749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-runaway-thoughts.html' title='My runaway thoughts'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-6813595172791863866</id><published>2008-08-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:27:55.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply a great day!</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time to write a post today, but it's a commitment to myself to put something here--especially because it's been such a great day so far and I have so much to be grateful for. So my happy day definitely needs a mention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my daughter Dana's bridal shower.  I live in a very tiny apartment, so I asked my sister Tracy if she wouldn't mind hosting it at her house.  She has a small house as well, but it's very cute, and she also has a nice little garden backyard.  My sister is also a gourmet cook.  She's not a professional, but she can put together the most amazing and healthy dishes with such little effort (I'd have to hire a caterer to have anything near what she can do!)  Check out her blogs to see what she does... &lt;a href="http://tracysfoodandthought.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tracysfoodandthought.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tracyrif.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tracyrif.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was very hot outside today, but despite everyone having to fan themselves off with extra paper plates (Ha!) it was the most perfect party.  My daughter has such great friends and they all showed up to show their love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two best friends, Jenny and Michelle showed up, as well as my brother, who drove his wife down from Rocklin, CA to attend the party.  I was so happy to see them as it's so rare that I do these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was just the best day!  Dana is so grown up and moving on in her life so gracefully.  I'm so proud that she's found a great guy and that they have such a beautiful life ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I guess I'm just about officially a Mother-of-the-Bride.  I cannot believe it.  It seems that Dana was just born the other day.  Oh well, there's still so many amazing chapters upcoming to experience as well, and I'm looking forward to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off soon to my Uncle's house in Vacaville.  He has an early morning minor surgery and needs a ride.  So I'll stay the night and be back in town tomorrow.  My focus changes in a bit, but all is well and I'm VERY happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With gratitude...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-6813595172791863866?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/6813595172791863866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=6813595172791863866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6813595172791863866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6813595172791863866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/simply-great-day.html' title='Simply a great day!'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-3820645971758091210</id><published>2008-08-23T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:09:41.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at my unhappy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SLDIMAEWO2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ukBmaGoIphQ/s1600-h/fyjdonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SLDIMAEWO2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ukBmaGoIphQ/s400/fyjdonna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237906475134106466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don’t really have many long-time friends. Most of my close friends I’ve just met within the last few years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love that I’m making more friends all the time, but in a conversation I had last night with my friend Jenny, I realized why it’s not always been this way for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recalled some not-so-funny things about myself and in my past behavior that actually made me burst out in laughter as I talked about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I’ve transformed so much over the last few years that I can now actually see the humor in it all!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically, I was admitting that I wasn’t a very happy person even when I owned For Your Journey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had gotten divorced a couple of years before, and still really hadn’t gotten over it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it literally took me about 4 or 5 years to get over that crap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s embarrassing to admit, but true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think my ex-husband went on and remarried before I could even start dating again on a regular basis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, during the first part of my transformation—from the time I divorced to the time I opened FYJ—I had made major personal progress in who I was becoming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In that time, I had realized that everything had happened for a reason.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had come to believe that I attracted my life circumstances based on how I viewed the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And basically, that view stemmed from the pain I experienced when I was younger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, in all the work I had done on myself during and after the divorce, I had already felt a huge sense of relief in my new belief that there were solutions to my unhappiness.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I opened For Your Journey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called it an &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Inspirational&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; because I wanted everything within its walls to inspire people to discover similar answers for themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never thought I personally had any solutions for people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply thought people would seek out their own answers and discover for themselves what I was in the process of discovering for myself.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, things didn’t exactly happen as I had imagined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a lot of unexpected attention when I opened FYJ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply thought people would shop, read books, and take classes on their own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But surprising to me, many looked to me for help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I, however, was still in the beginning stages of my own self-discovery, and not yet completely over my own unhappiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so, I don’t think I had the ability to appreciate the attention as much as I could have.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jenny, who met me shortly after my opening of the place and who worked for me, and who is also now one of my closest friends, has been the one who has seen most of my transformation since those days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when I admitted to her that I had been so unhappy even during those days of having the store, to my surprise, she agreed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said yes, you were like a “muscle” (I think she meant strong and stubborn) and also said I was like a “dark cloud”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is when I started cracking up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was right, but what made me laugh so much, I told her, is that despite being such a “dark cloud” during those days, somehow I still had the ability to bring something very special into the world, make such a difference, and inspire people!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not like I was such a miserable person every single day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s always been some goodness within me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I realized just how amazing it is what I did during that time, especially now that I feel like such a different person even since then.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ended that part of our conversation with… “Just imagine if I were to create FYJ from where I am now!?!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both sighed with imagination.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not in the space of wanting to open FYJ again at the moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a special time for many people, and for Jenny and I especially.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are so many good memories from those days, and if it weren’t for that experience I wouldn’t be the so much happier person I am today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Easily within the first few months after closing FYJ, I lost 15 lbs without even trying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me, that represents lots of different kinds of “weight” I’ve lost since then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m still grouchy and moody at times, no doubt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But overall, I feel lighter, brighter, younger, and simply more joyful these days. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I'm filled with even more imagination of what I have the ability to create from here… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What a great (and funny) life this is!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-3820645971758091210?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/3820645971758091210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=3820645971758091210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3820645971758091210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3820645971758091210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/laughing-at-my-unhappy-days.html' title='Laughing at my unhappy days'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SLDIMAEWO2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ukBmaGoIphQ/s72-c/fyjdonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-4582137779542570629</id><published>2008-08-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:36:17.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refocusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight, my post is shorter than usual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had written something earlier today, but decided not to share it after all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that I’m past sharing such personal stuff (which it very much was) : ) it’s just that no matter how I worded it, I still felt it was coming from a place of lack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And my job right now is to work on abundance!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m also very tired right now from all the running around I have been doing this week, staying up late, oversleeping in the mornings, and then getting to work late each day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily my boss has been on vacation!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really, it’s not a problem, but my plan is to get back on track by Monday.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; I want to say today?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d just like to quickly share about my own latest reminder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last night, while talking to a friend about a situation of hers, I realized that what I was telling her very much applied to myself as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The moment I sense that I am pushing against something I don’t want—meaning I am putting too much thought into how a situation is not the way I want it, and then becoming frustrated by it—it’s best to find a way to release my resistance as soon as I can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply need to refocus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trying to change my mind to not want something that I really do want doesn’t work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply have to take the pressure off the disappointment by finding something better to think about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And in thinking about the things in my life that I am happy about or the endless things there are to be grateful for, I easily begin to let go of the frustration of not having what I want in this very moment.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, when my focus on lack has diminished, what I do want can begin manifesting. Whew, good thing I chucked the other post I had earlier, and wrote this new one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I want will come to me, this I know.  After all, anything is possible!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until later…&lt;span style=""&gt; : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-4582137779542570629?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/4582137779542570629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=4582137779542570629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/4582137779542570629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/4582137779542570629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/refocusing.html' title='Refocusing'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-7914017200147223744</id><published>2008-08-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:01:58.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm good and getting better</title><content type='html'>I must admit, I am a very good Empowerment Coach!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe I have always inspired people, whether it was a friend I knew when I was younger, to a co-worker who needed mentoring, to the MANY former customers of For Your Journey (FYJ).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew closing FYJ to become a life coach was a good idea, because that is what I basically did all day when I had my store anyway… answered people's life questions : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The difference now, is that I get paid to coach people and I  no longer have all the overhead expenses of running a store!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, while I know I’m good at coaching, I also believe I’m getting better all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This week, especially, since working on my own thing (this life/blog project), I have noticed a difference in my coaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel even more connected to my clients.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance, today, with my teenage male client (I just love him!), as I was talking to him about how to direct his feelings to what he wants to manifest in his life, I began feeling the excitement within myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was giving him examples, such as feeling how it would feel if he was doing his sports, or playing his music, or doing his computer thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though I don’t necessarily do the same things he finds enjoyable, I actually became excited simply by describing his possibilities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all meant as an example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But as I felt the happiness within myself, for the first time in a new way, I realized the effect of my own coaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sensed what my clients must feel when they are imagining doing what I’m suggesting they do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I often see it on their face, but this time I felt it within myself!!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another surprising experience happened earlier in the week with another client of mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was explaining something (I don’t exactly remember what, but obviously something inspirational about life) I mentioned that when I have a bad day, I do blah, blah, blah…, to which my client looked at with me with surprise and said, “You have them too!?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was serious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think she necessarily thought that bad things never happen to me, rather may have believed that bad days don’t really affect me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was surprised at her question because I am just the same as everyone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I may even be more sensitive than many others, which means I feel a heck of a lot of bad feelings at times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explained that the difference with me, however, is that I don’t stay in the bad feelings for very long at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have learned how to get myself away from negative feelings sooner than later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And since learning how to do this for myself, I have very little tolerance for being unhappy for too long.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These experiences in my coaching this week led me to believe that I must really show my clients the potential of living a happy life, by being an example myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t simply put on a happy face and tell them nice things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am truly in the experience of being happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talking about living an empowered life simply fills me with joy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so, no matter how crappy my day may have been up to then, the moment I begin discussing empowerment, all is right in the world!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love being an Empowerment Coach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the effect it has on my clients, but even more so the effect it has on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love that I discovered my own uniqueness and have learned to embrace it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I continue on my own journey of continuous self-discovery, my hope is that I also enhance what I have to offer others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe so.&lt;/p&gt;Life is good.  And I am soooo grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-7914017200147223744?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/7914017200147223744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=7914017200147223744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7914017200147223744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7914017200147223744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-good-and-getting-better.html' title='I&apos;m good and getting better'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-6752340068017222475</id><published>2008-08-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:44:27.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple day, but still learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was a fairly simple day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing extraordinary happened.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not that big things need to happen every day.  Peace is perfectly wonderful.  It's just there isn't anything major to report other than it's simply been a good day!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m just back from shopping with my daughter Dana and her Maid of Honor for Dana's upcoming bridal shower.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Nice!  She actually has two showers this weekend, one given by her dad’s side of the family, and the other given by my sister and I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Since I am attending both parties as well, i&lt;/span&gt;t will be a very busy, but also I'm sure, fun weekend.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, with nothing major to report, I had been thinking about what I wanted to write about today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this is what came to me…&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning I was talking with someone about an inaction of mine—meaning I could have taken action on this particular issue, but I didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I consciously chose not to do anything about it because it was not my issue to deal with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Additionally, I do not believe my action would have helped the issue anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the person who thought I should have taken the action, I am told, was very angry with me as he thought I was wrong in my inaction.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although I have compassion for this person, I haven’t changed my thoughts about my role one bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply don’t think it was my place to get involved.  Furthermore, I am again reminded how easily one becomes a "victim” (I’ve been there many times myself, unfortunately!)&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From a victims point of view, it is always someone else’s fault for their upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And in order for a victim to feel better (if it is even possible), someone else must do the “right” thing.  So because I didn't do the "right" thing, someone else's happiness had been in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was not exactly the victimizer in this case, I learned today that my inaction added to a victims story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This to me felt bad...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;not wrong, rather simply caused me to have empathy for the person who partially blamed me for the upset.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the most part, we usually view pain, fear, and injustice from our own perspective.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is easily most visible to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, when we look at it from someone else’s perspective, it’s a good reminder how we must appear to others when we act as victims ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I am reminded, yet one more time, to stay empowered.&lt;span style=""&gt; My happiness is in my own hands.  Living this way makes l&lt;/span&gt;ife is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been a simple day overall, but never a day short of learning more about myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m happy to be on this journey of mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life becomes clearer for me each day, and it’s a joy to experience!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-6752340068017222475?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/6752340068017222475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=6752340068017222475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6752340068017222475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6752340068017222475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-day-but-still-learning.html' title='A simple day, but still learning'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-7931277341780440499</id><published>2008-08-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:18:09.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on my feelings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday ended up being a great day, just as I had imagined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m grateful!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been listening to a new book on CD, called “Money, and the Law of Attraction”, by Esther Hicks (Abraham-Hicks).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had been awaiting its release, so when it came out on Tuesday, I immediately went out and bought it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since then I’ve been listening to it here and there, but finally got a chance to listen to much more of it on my three hour round-trip to see my uncle yesterday.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a suggestion from the book, I decided that I would spend 15 minutes each evening focusing on the things that I’m working on bringing into my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought I’d spend 5 minutes on each; money, health/weight loss, and a relationship (yeah, I know, I wasn’t planning on this one, but what happened on Friday night…).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, it’s not enough to just think about what I want, I also need to FEEL as though those things are abundant and on their way to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The change in feeling about those things is the important factor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I tried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve done this before and it’s not that hard actually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s more the consistency of doing it that makes me usually give up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last night’s attempt started off ok, but then I wasn’t so sure I was staying on track.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the surprising side, I ended up spending about a half hour doing this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I didn’t feel as though the intensity of what I was feeling was lasting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt as though I was drifting back into feelings of lack.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I attempted, and that was the point.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning I woke up with the memory of having dreamt that I got promoted at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My first reaction to this was that there isn’t really any way for me to be promoted at work, since I am the only one that does my job!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, there’s no other office job where I work to do!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, I remembered what came to me yesterday…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am stopping some of my expectations of wealth by wondering where it would actually come from.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was younger, and working my way up in the company I worked for, I always imagined good raises, promotions, and even profit-sharing checks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they always came to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But where I am at this point of my life, I’m more on my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really prefer it this way now, but I realized that because I don’t know where my big money will come from, I tend not to imagine or expect it as much, thus hindering my manifestation of it.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I’m going to keep at it... spending my 15 minutes (at least) imagining and expecting and FEELING that these things will show up in my life soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be continued…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All is well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it’s looking like another fantastic day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-7931277341780440499?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/7931277341780440499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=7931277341780440499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7931277341780440499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7931277341780440499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-on-my-feelings.html' title='Working on my feelings'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-2822893783250395382</id><published>2008-08-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:15:48.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change this quickly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up with a bit of tension this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew that I did not want to create my day from that feeling, so before I got up, I started thinking about things to be grateful for and imagined how great this day will be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I have a returning client, who I will be very happy to see today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And no doubt, I will feel fantastic after our session.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m also planning a trip to see my uncle (he’s an hour and a half away).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know he will be happy to see me, and we’ll probably go out to dinner, have ice cream or do something like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my day will be filled with good times.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, yesterday was a challenge to keep up the positive feelings, which I know created my tension this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I need to remember that whenever I make the kind of statements as I did in yesterday’s post, my life will start changing immediately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It always happens for me that way, and I often warn my clients this as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The moment I tell the Universe I want something more, things start moving around to clear out things I no longer need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But wait, I might still want some of those things!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, some things may be in the way and need to be cleared before the better can come to me.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I mentioned yesterday that I was not going to work on my personal relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t feel I have the energy to focus on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And since I do have some friends who fill the companionship role for me, things seem “good enough” in this area of my life at the moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I want better and more stable, but as of yesterday I was ok with things as they were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But circumstances led to disrupting my friendship with one of my favorite people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are good friends and we get along very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in a moment last night, things went from happy to uncomfortable, and then to not so friendly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoa, where did that come from?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t expecting our relationship to be affected so quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And while it’s not the end of the world, nor possibly even the end of our friendship, I am reminded this morning that in order to have a better situation come into my life, the “good enough” situations may need to clear out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am comforted in the feeling that this is likely what is going on.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, despite that unexpected blip in my life yesterday, I’m looking forward to today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My tension is now gone, because I am again focusing on the possibilities of what’s to come next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s exciting knowing that things will change, simply because I want them to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not hard work, rather just takes a bit of faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that I have today.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-2822893783250395382?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/2822893783250395382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=2822893783250395382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/2822893783250395382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/2822893783250395382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-this-quick.html' title='Change this quickly...'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-978931060340624413</id><published>2008-08-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:34:54.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SKYfPxOgHaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YbO_6G6__Mk/s1600-h/dl888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SKYfPxOgHaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YbO_6G6__Mk/s200/dl888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234905972637441442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having gone through many transitions in my life, I am not at all surprised to be going through yet another one.  I’m sure I am responsible for them.  After all, life is a series of choices.  I make many choices throughout each day… what to think, what to say, what to do, what to feel, etc.  All of those choices create my life circumstances, which is the biggest reason I also choose to be empowered… so I can change my life if I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t done much writing in quite awhile.  There are a few reasons for that, but mainly because I haven’t spent much time self-reflecting.  Although I live alone, and spend plenty of time by myself, when I’m on the computer or watching tv, I’m simply distracting myself from deliberately creating the life I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as with most people, it’s usually hard times that stop me in my tracks and makes me look at my life and determine if it’s really how I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I have a fantastic life—better than it’s ever been actually.  As my own person, I am happier than ever.  I’ve lived chaos before, so the peace I now live is very much appreciated.  (That aspect alone, makes life great!) And although I’ve had more money in the past than I do today, I have two great jobs I absolutely LOVE.  First, I'm an Empowerment Coach.  It brings me more joy than any job I have ever had.  And secondly, by day, I am an Office Manager for a small construction company.  It’s by no means glamorous, but I thoroughly enjoy every single day I am there.  Things are run MY way, which is good for this control freak.  My boss is absolutely wonderful and appreciates me more than any boss I have ever had.  So while money is an area of improvement for me, I’m working on it while enjoying my way of receiving it.  Also, I love where I live.  I love my flexible life schedule.  I love that I have raised a smart and beautiful daughter, who is soon to be married, and who I know will continue to have a great life.  I have great friends, and making even more all the time.  I feel very loved by my friends and enjoy all the time and fun I have when I’m with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the more difficult side of my life, I’ve been taking care of my uncle on and off for several months.  He gets very sick and needs me for blocks of time.  Then he recovers a bit, and then a bit more, and is able to take care of himself again.  Then the process starts all over… he gets sick, and then better, etc.  At the moment, he’s home alone.  He’s not as well as I’d like him to be, but he’s holding strong for the moment.  During these times, I am grateful for the peace of mind that he’s ok.  I’m afraid it won’t last long though, so I just try to focus on each day as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other areas that could use some improvement include my money situation (as I mentioned) as well as an easier time in some of my relationships, both with some of my family members and in my personal relationship.  My family situation definitely does not make me happy, and I have felt powerless over it for awhile now.  But I’m dealing with it, and working on how to change how I feel about some things.  It feels a bit harder, than say, if it were an issue with a friend, but I know the peace about it is still all within my power.  And then there’s my personal relationship situation…  This is not my main concern at the moment—mainly because it’s been a bit difficult for a bit too long.  I know there are better times ahead, regardless whether I choose the same person I have been choosing or if I choose someone new.  I’m going to let that situation be for now, and trust that in everything else I’ll be working on, that it will also work itself out.  I’m not saying it’s not within my power.  I simply don’t have the desire to focus on it at this time. (Maybe beginning at Mile 10 on this leg of the journey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is where I am today.  I have a plan to work on changing some things in my life.  I’m going to make some new choices, create some intentions, carve out time to focus on them, and excitedly experience what I will be manifesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m planning on sharing this journey as a way to keep me on track.  And although I’ve always shared a lot, there may be some things I share that I haven’t previously.  It’s a little scary, but the purpose is to say what I need say about it.  I know I can have everything exactly as I want it, and so I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well.  Life is good.  And I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-978931060340624413?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/978931060340624413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=978931060340624413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/978931060340624413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/978931060340624413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SKYfPxOgHaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YbO_6G6__Mk/s72-c/dl888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-8826758636138270038</id><published>2008-03-27T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:33.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An opportunity to appreciate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R-yHYYOLVmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TnoQ01aF2uU/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing I am reminded whenever I am going through difficult times is that there are still countless things in life to appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I’ve been mentioning, my uncle who raised me is not well and is now to the point of needing constant care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants to be with me so I have recently been spending most of my time taking care of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been a bit tired, but some of the family is helping, so this week while he was staying with my aunt I had some time for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was able to go on a few coffee and dinner dates with my friends, hang out with my daughter a bit, go to the movies, get a haircut, and sleep in as late as I wanted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been great!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even taking the time to be outside, taking a deep breath while looking up at the sky evoked a wonderful feeling within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R-yHYYOLVmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TnoQ01aF2uU/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R-yHYYOLVmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TnoQ01aF2uU/s320/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182666124085122658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These have been beautiful days to re-charge.  I feel a great sense of appreciation for my life, as it felt really good to be able to take care of myself in a way that I have not had the chance to do in several weeks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thing is though, this is my normal life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am always taking care of myself.  And I usually do have all this time to do whatever I want and whenever I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow, how blessed am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I already have a great life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it took the time away from my usual lifestyle to remember to appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been feeling some guilt for not being able to do more for my uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been feeling as though I NEED to care for him 100%, without relying on other family members to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this week of rejuvenation has helped me realize that I can have both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can help him a lot, and then take the help from family so I can take care of myself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow I’m off to the beach with my sister Tracy… then it’s back to taking care of my uncle on Saturday.  Helping my uncle is really an honor, not only because I am able to be here for him as he needs, but also because he has given me more opportunity to appreciate in this life of mine—including even more appreciation for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-8826758636138270038?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/8826758636138270038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=8826758636138270038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8826758636138270038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8826758636138270038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/03/opportunity-to-appreciate.html' title='An opportunity to appreciate'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R-yHYYOLVmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TnoQ01aF2uU/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-6714046573257149218</id><published>2008-03-19T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:33.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next step is acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been spending the last week or so managing the things going on in my life right now.  I recently wrote about not resisting what is, when something is not as I want it to be.  The not resisting wasn’t too difficult, but the acceptance (the next part) has been a bit harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I have mentioned before, I was primarily raised by my dad, along with my paternal grandmother and uncle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were all my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R-H0PYOLVlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dErxys1xckc/s1600-h/071267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R-H0PYOLVlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dErxys1xckc/s320/071267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179689591489910354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma (left), Uncle Alvin, Donna (1st Bday), and my dad (sitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From one perspective, it is a blessing to have had “extra” parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But to be honest, I have struggled with those blessings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From early on, I didn’t like that I wasn’t in a traditional family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And to make things worse, my dad moved away when I was eleven, leaving me with just my grandma and uncle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As ungrateful as it seems to me now, I used to think… Who gets raised by their grandma and uncle?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be like everyone else, with a mom and a dad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though I was spoiled by my grandma and uncle, it was still emotionally difficult for me, as I was desperate to understand why I wasn’t given the chance in this life to be “normal”.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was 27 (1993) my dad became ill and he wanted me to be the one to help him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved my dad so much that I would have done anything for him, so of course I stepped up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a huge heartbreak for me to watch him get sicker and then to lose him shortly after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a condolence card from my mom, she wrote something like… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we finally know why you were raised by your dad—so that you would be close to him and would be there when he needed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether or not that was true (because sometimes we, including my mom, never get the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whys&lt;/span&gt; of life) it was like a huge weight was lifted off of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After 27 years, I finally felt a sense of relief from my lack of understanding, as it was now replaced with a new belief of a purpose for my childhood circumstances.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was three years later that I lost my grandma as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This leaves my Uncle Alvin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been sharing that he’s been sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s not getting better and so now, he’s become the center of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Similar to my dad, my uncle also wants me to be the one to help him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And of course, I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I must admit it’s very difficult.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am having feelings that I don’t want to have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get flashbacks of that teenager who thinks… Who is like me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I would have just had a normal upbringing, then maybe I'd need to deal with two big losses (which I’ve already had so far).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But now I’m going on my third!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And while my mom is still young and healthy, she’s in the back of my mind as well.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly, all my extra parents don’t seem like such blessings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t that a horrible thing to say?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, that sentence is not true at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s just a lot of fear going on with me at the moment. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love all my parents, and I am extremely grateful for the abundance of love I have had in my life from having so many to care for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the anticipation of possibly more loss coming in the near future makes way for crazy thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could easily edit what I’m writing here, but I’d rather just write honestly because I’m working on the acceptance stage for where I am with my uncle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I need to remember the possible purpose for having been raised by him—so I can be here for him now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He never married nor had any children of his own, but he freely gave all his love and attention to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In return, he deserves all the love and caring in the world as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This I know and so this I will give!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-6714046573257149218?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/6714046573257149218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=6714046573257149218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6714046573257149218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6714046573257149218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/03/next-step-is-acceptance.html' title='The next step is acceptance'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R-H0PYOLVlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dErxys1xckc/s72-c/071267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-8461551991426288909</id><published>2008-03-13T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:33.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not resisting what is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had an amazing couple of days!  I have been so happy to be feeling so much better after my bout with the flu and the less than joyous feelings I allowed during that time.  I am getting out again, hanging out with my friends, had a great day with my daughter, and began looking forward to what more I can create for myself for the rest of the month.  And with the new and better feelings coming from the last couple of days, I even got some exciting news… including a strong possibility for an opportunity in an area of work I would simply love to add to my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Much of this great experience came, I believe, as result of the work I’ve been doing to become inspired again about living a joyful life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My illness and unhappiness over the last few weeks was unusually long for me at this point in my life, but by the time I went to sleep last night I was definitely feeling a huge relief from the darkness I had been in.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the things I did to help myself back into this better state was to watch the new classes that Oprah is doing with Eckhart Tolle based on his new book called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Earth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not reading the book, but I’ve decided over the last couple of days to watch the classes (so far the first two are available on Oprah.com) just to get an idea of what they are discussing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’ve been quite insightful, and as a non note-taker (I usually just watch or listen), I surprised myself by jotting down a sentence here and there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some things just resonated with me so much, I found myself wanting to make sure I kept note of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So with a handful of new sentences to think about, I had planned on writing tonight about one that seemed most applicable to my life at the moment.  However, that particular topic suddenly took a back seat when something quite emotionally disturbing came up for me tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But as I took some time to absorb what happened, I began to realize something quite important for myself, having just noted these other sentences last night (in regards to not wanting what is)...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Do not resist what is.  Accept it …then take action to change it.”&lt;/span&gt; –Eckhart Tolle&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For many, when we find out something is not how we want it to be, our first reaction is to resist it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sometimes do this as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get upset, carry on about how I don’t like it, and then think and think and think about what I don’t want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just so easy to go down that road.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eckhart Tolle suggested we don’t do this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, as someone who teaches this stuff, I suggest very similar ideas to my clients as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe in the Universal Law of Attraction and that means if I add energy to that which I don’t want, I attract more of what I don’t want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I do know this.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But tonight, in the moment I became aware of something I didn’t like, I went right for the thoughts of that which I didn’t want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I instantly became stressed about it, and must admit, also spent a bit of time upset that my happiness over the last couple of days seemed to be wiped out in just a moment.  Then, I remembered…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R9jzK4TtE8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/jxDwmMzeXms/s1600-h/resist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R9jzK4TtE8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/jxDwmMzeXms/s320/resist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177155139901658050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took some time tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I became quiet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turned off my computer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turned off my tv.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just sat with myself and accepted what is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided that whatever happened, all is still well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided that tomorrow I will take action, but tonight I will simply stay calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So without resisting what is, followed by an acceptance, ideas for solutions started to come to me.  And then… my peace came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s been a few hours since this happened, but I am again in the space of remembering that no matter what happens from here, all is still well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--Although I could be writing about a number of things that sometimes occur in my life, this post was again about my Uncle Alvin (posted 2/5/08).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His health situation gave me yet another scare, but in this moment he is ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as I always say, now is all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-8461551991426288909?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/8461551991426288909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=8461551991426288909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8461551991426288909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8461551991426288909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-resisting-what-is.html' title='Not resisting what is'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R9jzK4TtE8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/jxDwmMzeXms/s72-c/resist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-5536811064518391613</id><published>2008-03-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:33.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to stay well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, I know… It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The flu that I swore wouldn’t affect me, did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was very surprised actually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I am the strongest when it comes to avoiding illness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My belief that we have power over whether or not we get sick was surely tested though.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a Friday morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as I opened my eyes that morning I knew something was wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt weighed down in my bed as though I was covered with bricks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ughhh, it was awful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It took more than a week and a half before I even went out of my house for anything more than a quick errand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m good about being able to stay home for a few days, but eventually the “cabin fever” hit me pretty bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hated it!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Over the last week or so I’ve been able to do a bit more, but I am still not back 100%.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t been able to go to the gym, and yesterday when I went for a walk with my sister Tracy, I coughed half of the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sick of being sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good news though, is that I’ve decided I’m done and will now be well :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But why did I get sick in the first place?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I said, I believe we have some say over illness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not everyone would agree with me, but this is my belief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And because it’s my belief, it’s true for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have gone through many flu seasons and rarely get sick for anything more than a day or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply will it away.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This time was different though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t will it away—or maybe I simply forgot to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of those days lying around my house trying to recover allowed me plenty of time to reflect on how I even became susceptible to this flu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, lots of people got it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that is not a good reason to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What changed for me in the days leading up to that Friday morning?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah, yep, something did happen!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t really want to share the personal details, but I can say that it very much had to do with how I was feeling in regards to a particular situation going on with me at the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been a life-long struggle for me… feeling loved, that is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I write about love (in fact, was my last post) and identify it as much as I can because it’s an effort for me to simply remember it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to consciously acknowledge that I am loved in order to remember it’s all around me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I had been questioning a situation that happened right before I got sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I forgot who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt; and allowed my feelings to go to places not in my best interest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, the initial sickness and the subsequent cabin fever led to even more difficult feelings (the kind where I try to add proof for my negative feelings), which only prolonged the road to recovery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has not been fun!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R9afPoTtE6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vv_S_P0mAME/s1600-h/febrosebud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R9afPoTtE6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vv_S_P0mAME/s200/febrosebud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176499912575882146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I’ve finally decided to get myself out of that place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started seeking inspiration again (my number one recommendation!) and am happy to report that I’m much better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m getting back to the person I’d rather be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m back to remembering why I love my life and why it’s important for me to be happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me it’s a choice—a choice to remember that the quality of my life is within my own power and that wellness comes naturally from happiness!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Feels like Springtime!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-5536811064518391613?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/5536811064518391613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=5536811064518391613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5536811064518391613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5536811064518391613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot-to-be-empowered.html' title='I forgot to stay well'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R9afPoTtE6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vv_S_P0mAME/s72-c/febrosebud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-6061799103119782042</id><published>2008-02-14T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:04:43.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the two phone calls from dear friends last night just after midnight (hoping to be the first to wish me a Happy Valentine's Day!), to the Valentine's note from my sister in Colorado at 1am, to the conversation with my daughter first thing this morning, to the chocolates that were delivered from a best friend today at lunch time... I am abundantly reminded why my life so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/images/e-cards/valentine-day/2_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/images/e-cards/valentine-day/2_medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I am conscious of all the love that surrounds me and am feeling extremely grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-6061799103119782042?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/6061799103119782042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=6061799103119782042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6061799103119782042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6061799103119782042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-love-today.html' title='In love today...'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-4144422024547016998</id><published>2008-02-11T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:34.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of empowerment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is craziness!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I teach empowerment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I live empowerment (as much as possible, anyway!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I still have to remind myself what I’m doing when I’m blaming others for not doing what they are “supposed” to be doing for me.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing that gets to me is when people don’t do what they say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They say they are going to do something, and so, that is what I expect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ohhhh, expectations!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those can get me in trouble.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, not in trouble, rather cause me much frustration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So within the last week or so, I find myself expecting that in these two particular cases on the top of my head right now, that these people will do what they say they are going to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But they have not!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So over the last couple of days, I find myself talking to myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is going on?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do I need to do to convince them to do what they said they are going to do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of the talking in my head was about them, them, them… and their effects on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R7DjAIE4UxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NQwNVj6OUJA/s1600-h/dlsketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R7DjAIE4UxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NQwNVj6OUJA/s200/dlsketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165878363901416210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, if a client of mine were to tell me what I was telling myself, I would have had an answer immediately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have told him/her to look and him/herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no power in victimhood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And there's little chance of trying to get someone to do something you want them to do, and still be at peace about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See? That was easy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I would have followed up with more about what an empowered person would do in such a situation.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, sometimes that is what it takes—pretending that I am my own client.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that if I am having such a hard time at being empowered, then looking at it from the point of why I am attracting such behavior should at least help me change my attitude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can simply create the attitude of empowerment for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, maybe “fake it until I make it”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So this is what I’m working on for myself for today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am changing my attitude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to stop looking for ways to get these people to do what I want them to do and focus on who I need to be in order to attract what I want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I admit, sometimes it’s just difficult to feel empowered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But changing my attitude is a good first step to getting back to that place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, maybe I’ll find a little peace in knowing that in this moment, all is as it should be.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  I can tell, I'm feeling better already :-) &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All is well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-4144422024547016998?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/4144422024547016998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=4144422024547016998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/4144422024547016998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/4144422024547016998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/02/attitude-of-empowermenet.html' title='Attitude of empowerment'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R7DjAIE4UxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NQwNVj6OUJA/s72-c/dlsketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-7738553647571949000</id><published>2008-02-05T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:34.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guardian Alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was a little girl, I recall my grandma telling me the story of the first day my dad took me home—at eight days old, my home was to be where my 21 year old unmarried father still lived with his mother and his brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These three, my dad, my grandma and my uncle, were to become my primary parent/guardians while growing up.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Uncle Alvin never married nor had any children of his own, and eventually became my grandmother’s caretaker until she died in 1996.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I was in the same house for many of my childhood years, my uncle also became like a second dad to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember at seven years old, my uncle taking me to get my ears pierced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember him taking me school clothes shopping several times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At sixteen, he even took me to buy a car because it was easier for me to have my own so as he wouldn’t have to rush home every day from work to take me to my after school job at JC Penney’s.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My uncle would simply do anything for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always knew he loved me greatly and to this day I cannot even imagine how I could ever repay him for all he’s done for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though it was clear to everyone all my uncle did for me, as my grandma got older she would always be sure to tell me that I was to take care of my uncle when he got older.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was a must!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course I will&lt;/span&gt;, replying to her demand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is the least I could do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R60PiS0kQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LJKqfnaBN1Y/s1600-h/aldonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R60PiS0kQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LJKqfnaBN1Y/s320/aldonna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164801429506114370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My uncle was always so young looking though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a single guy, he was always going out and having fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He even drove a Porsche for several years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So while everyone gets older, it was really hard to imagine MY uncle getting old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; older now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has been sick on and off for several years now, but always seems to bounce back as good as ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe that is what I just want to believe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These days he lives alone (with his little dog) an hour and a half away from me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s very little that worries me in life, except for my uncle being alone and being sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This past week he got very ill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last Monday when I spoke to him on the phone, I knew he sounded bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I offered to take him to the doctor, but being the man who has always taken care of ME, he said not to worry about him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I could not sleep that night worrying so much about him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I called him the next morning to check on him again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time he asked me to take him to the doctor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he asked, then I just knew he was bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t get there fast enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s just so far away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time I got there and walked in to get him, he was standing there so thin with the weakest look on his face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My heart just sank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To make a long story short, he was in the hospital for about five days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I drove back and forth from my home to his home almost every day making sure he was ok, his dog was ok, as well as to take care of my obligations at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very tiring, but it was simply what was needed.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The doctors at the hospital were wonderful and got him back on track to getting healthy again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he was finally well enough to go home on Saturday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I left him tonight to come home for a couple of days, I felt a little relieved that things should be ok again for awhile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I worry, but will  continue to do my best to make sure I’m there for him as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, typical as our relationship goes, it is always my uncle who wants to take care of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sometimes feel guilty because I owe him so much, and he should not still be trying to take care of his 41 year old niece!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But as sick as he was, he insisted on giving me money to pay for my gas for all the trips I was making back and forth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I told him that I was eating fast food, he told me to take some of his money and go sit down at a restaurant to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I didn’t, but I knew he just wanted to make sure I was eating well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want so much to make sure that I now do what I can for my uncle, and sometimes hope that my grandma wouldn’t disapprove of the job I am doing these days when it comes to my uncle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I realized that as long as he can, my uncle will always be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my guardian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s my parent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He loves me and he will always want to take care of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if that means giving me some money to pay for my gas or to eat a meal, then he’s doing what makes him happy… to take care of Donna.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I often complain about my childhood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t enjoy it, not because it was so bad, but because I didn’t &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am reminded this week how blessed I was and still am to have my Uncle Alvin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I see him getting better today, I so wish he could always be this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply don’t know what I would do without him and hate even thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But today all is well, thankfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And today is all that matters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-7738553647571949000?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/7738553647571949000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=7738553647571949000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7738553647571949000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7738553647571949000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-guardian-alvin.html' title='My Guardian Alvin'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R60PiS0kQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LJKqfnaBN1Y/s72-c/aldonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-1266580446205175</id><published>2008-01-27T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:34.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, I’m really enjoying this idea of themed days (see prior post).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve now moved into a new theme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m always telling my clients how essential it is to continue seeking inspiration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's important because being inspired makes creating a fulfilling life so much easier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And for me, it is no different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I quickly sense when I need inspiration, and so as I've been noticing my less than enthusiastic feelings over the last couple of days, I decided that I better look for new ways to be inspired.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I went to the internet.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is an easy way to find inspiration as there’s simply no end to what is out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so being the night owl that I am, I ended up spending a good amount of time last night surfing the internet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was fun, because I was specifically seeking inspiration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started by going to some of my favorite websites, then followed their favorite links, and ultimately ended up in all kinds of unexpectedly cool places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soon I found myself on a few Myspace pages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up watching an online segment from an Oprah show where the teachers from the movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret&lt;/span&gt;, were on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were explaining manifestation, or how to create what we want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One simply said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Dream it up”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved that, because so often people only think to follow that which already exists—when there are so many other possibilities just waiting to be realized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or sometimes, people simply limit their dreams because they focus on all the obstacles that may prevent them from actually getting what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R51NcS0kQxI/AAAAAAAAAII/BoRPGp32Vwg/s1600-h/coelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R51NcS0kQxI/AAAAAAAAAII/BoRPGp32Vwg/s400/coelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160365896520450834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, in my seeking last night, I also found a Myspace page for one of my favorite authors, Paulo Coelho.  I know that he is so famous, and he has people who handle the site for him.  But I did notice that his site sends a comment back to those who ask to be his “friend”.  So eagerly, I sent in my request in to be his “friend”.  The comment pictured above is what I got back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel very excited by this synchronicity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a person who works at following her dreams and has also learned how to be grateful for whatever that journey brings, it is so nice to be reminded that what I am doing is supported by those who inspire me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am starting a new group workshop this week in which we will be discussing how to create what we want for ourselves—in other words, how to follow our dreams!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Learning and experiencing how to create my own fulfilling life is the ultimate way to be able to teach that to others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My own dreams are so grand, so wonderful, and are so very possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want everyone to live their own  dreams as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so, now I am even more excited that my new group will be starting soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so grateful to all of those out in the world who inspire me, as it is surely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in my dreams&lt;/span&gt; to pass it on…&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foryourjourney.com/events"&gt;* More info: Create it! Group, starting 1/30/08 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foryourjourney"&gt; * Myspace, For Your Journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-1266580446205175?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/1266580446205175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=1266580446205175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1266580446205175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1266580446205175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-my-dreams.html' title='In my dreams'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R51NcS0kQxI/AAAAAAAAAII/BoRPGp32Vwg/s72-c/coelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-7457719197280789478</id><published>2008-01-23T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:28:43.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My choices, my reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was an interesting day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was one of those days that had a theme.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On one hand I love days like this, because synchronicity shows up clearly, and that is always fun for me to notice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, if the theme is one where I have to look at myself in a certain way, it can really throw me off track a bit.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it’s all good.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day was just filled with several explanations of my personal life choices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With most people in my world, I am often supported in my decisions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They “admire” who I am and often compliment me on the courage I carry along on my journey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never set out for people to look up to me in any way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just live how I live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I share a lot about myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That often inspires people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I am fortunate to hear about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today’s discussions weren’t really out of the ordinary for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I did feel as though I was defending myself a bit more than usual. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That was weird!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it was with four separate people in four separate conversations—two people who don’t know me very well and two who actually know me quite well.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With the two who don’t know me as well, I found myself explaining a lot of my life story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is not unusual for me at all!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in some of their responses, I sensed as though I needed to give better “reasons” for having made some of the choices I’ve made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With the other two people, who know me much better, I also felt as though I was explaining why I am making yet other life choices for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And that was unusually uncomfortable for me.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, in reviewing my day, I am reminded of all the “explaining” I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From teaching empowerment, I am very aware that it is not those people who gave me a hard time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether or not they had any judgment on my personal choices is of no relevance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I make choices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explain why I do what I do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And really, that is good enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, when I feel uneasy about the answers I give, then it is my self-confidence that comes into question—not my choices.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I believe that I have a healthy level of self-confidence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when I find myself feeling as though I did today, I realize that there is still work to be done in that area for me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I never regret my choices, because I am very conscientious in the decisions I make for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where those feelings came from today, I have no idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not so worried though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I sit here tonight, thinking about my life, I am just as excited about who I am, what I do, and where I’m going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing is ever a waste, not even today’s experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will take what I’ve realized about myself today and work on it tomorrow.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All is well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-7457719197280789478?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/7457719197280789478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=7457719197280789478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7457719197280789478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/7457719197280789478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-choices-my-reasons.html' title='My choices, my reasons'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-8885416307992534738</id><published>2008-01-19T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:34.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My flight to the job I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In 1989 when I got a job at HP, it was my dream come true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was 22 years old, and although it was such a simple accounting job, it was everything I wanted at the time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My starting salary was $2,000/mo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember feeling as though I won the lotto!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sooo much money! &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My journey in the fourteen years at HP was a blessing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to learn a lot, contribute a lot, raise my daughter with the flexibility the company offered me, and buy homes, cars, etc with the income it eventually afforded me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was truly a blessing.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But in 2003, I knew that journey was over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had gotten what I needed from that experience and was ready for whatever was next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What was next though?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R5KCeeDEfHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jwe80NseDWo/s1600-h/creatingtheworkyoulove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R5KCeeDEfHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jwe80NseDWo/s200/creatingtheworkyoulove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157327983266266226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took a class called “Creating the Work You Love”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I often talk about this class, because it truly changed my life. (Well, lots of things have changed my life, but this is one of the big ones.)  At the time, I didn’t exactly know what “work” I wanted to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just knew it wasn’t what I had been doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, when the teacher (Rick Jarow) started the class with, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I know there’s something you want to do, but you are not sure what that is…”&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself, “How does he know that?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, the whole class was like that for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just seemed to know what I felt and what I was thinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could explain my whole experience of that class, but that will take a whole chapter of a book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For now, I am only sharing one part of the class that I am reminded of today.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the class, we were walked through a meditation/visualization.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be honest, while I had a spark of an idea of what I did want to do, I had nowhere near the confidence I needed to actually make the move.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, in the meditation, we were asked to imagine ourselves as an animal, any animal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I imagined myself to be what I had imagined myself to be ever since I was a kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he asked us to imagine ourselves as that animal in our favorite setting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that was easy, because my favorite setting is the beach.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As a kid, who didn’t enjoy her childhood, I always imagined myself as a bird--maybe to fly away, or to simply be free to go wherever I wanted.  I don’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just knew I wanted to fly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in that meditation, I actually wanted to stop myself from imagining myself as a bird.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, I thought to myself… I don’t want to be a bird now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Birds fly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t even like flying in a plane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like to be stable, on solid ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So instead, I imagined myself sitting in a tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a bird, sitting in a tree, looking out at the ocean.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the meditation was complete, the teacher explained what each part of the visualization meant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t even remember it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But one thing very clear to me was at that point in my life, I wanted/needed a career change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, like that bird, I was simply too afraid to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With that, and many other amazing things I got from the class, I found the courage to leave my job at HP and start planning for my new inspirational center, to be named For Your Journey.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I had come from a company who was big on branding, and because I am very methodical in how I do things, I decided that getting a logo and creating my &lt;a href="http://www.foryourjourney.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; would be the first best start.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that is what I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found a graphic artist who listened to my ideas so that he could come up with what I wanted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him that my business would be called For Your Journey, so for the logo... maybe a path, or a sunset or a dove or a beach scene would be good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More than anything though, I had imagined a picture of a path (a journey).&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R5MfDuDEfII/AAAAAAAAAHo/tQV46UJLysQ/s1600-h/logo4+new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R5MfDuDEfII/AAAAAAAAAHo/tQV46UJLysQ/s200/logo4+new.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157500147030326402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now this happened many month’s after that class I had taken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if you can imagine my total shock as I opened the email with the initial sketch of my new logo… a bird flying over the ocean!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My graphic artist had no idea what he gave me, but I knew right then…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was no longer afraid to fly, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was flying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had begun my new journey and from here life would forever be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So much has happened since then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as I much as I share, there is still much more. Most exciting so far though, is where I’ve landed these days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who I am now as a person is so much greater than who I could ever have imagined myself to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I inspire people every single day because I found the courage to fly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I live in pure joy in doing what I do, and can only imagine even more as I continue on this journey of mine.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is how life is supposed to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are supposed to be happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are supposed to love every part of our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We should even love our jobs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I definitely do, thankfully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-8885416307992534738?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/8885416307992534738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=8885416307992534738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8885416307992534738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8885416307992534738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-flight-to-job-i-love.html' title='My flight to the job I love'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R5KCeeDEfHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jwe80NseDWo/s72-c/creatingtheworkyoulove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-8693689652387406267</id><published>2008-01-12T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:35.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just need a nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How funny that my last post was called “Always at peace”, because it’s as though the Universe has been testing me on that over the last couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been frustrated in dealing with something I tried to get closure on at the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems to have crept into my new year, and it’s distracting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have also been frustrated by a situation in which I didn’t listen to my guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know, one of those things where you just had the “feeling”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You just knew you should do something, but you ignore it, hoping that what you’re feeling is not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then when the consequences show up in your life as a result of not following that feeling, you say to yourself, “I knew it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately, that happened to me yesterday as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, stuff seemed to start piling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fortunately though, I know better than to go down the road of gathering up more crap to add to the pile of frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I cannot stay in that space of being frustrated by things, then add to it by thinking about all the other things also not going right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really know the consequences of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R4ljKODEfEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OwOn8Fnv-Xw/s1600-h/bed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R4ljKODEfEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OwOn8Fnv-Xw/s320/bed1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154760275723058242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So for me, when things start feeling a bit too much, I take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I LOVE my sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though I’ve heard too much sleeping could be a sign of depression, I would never put that label on myself, especially because these days I do not stay in my upset for too long at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply feel bad for a bit, beat myself up mentally for as short of time as possible, take a nap, and then wake up having let it go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While I’m not sure all of that is the best way to go, I am still proud that I only stay in the place of frustration for a short amount of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And while I have not yet mastered how to live a life void of less-than-perfect-days, I will surely always stay dedicated to returning to my preferred state of peace.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sleep brings me peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It ended up being a VERY long nap last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact, I slept so long, it would be embarrassing to admit here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I feel much better today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am happy to see the sun out today and to also have been invited to yet another SJ Sharks game for tonight (box seats even!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Universe has again reminded me today that ALL IS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had my sleep and it’s  now time to get back to my good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever happened before today has already happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s over and there’s nothing more to do about it in this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all, this moment is perfect actually!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-8693689652387406267?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/8693689652387406267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=8693689652387406267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8693689652387406267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8693689652387406267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-i-just-need-nap.html' title='Sometimes I just need a nap'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R4ljKODEfEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OwOn8Fnv-Xw/s72-c/bed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-1527824814191779523</id><published>2008-01-08T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:35.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always at peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I sent out my FYJ Newsletter.  Even though I always get nice responses from people telling me how much they liked it, I often think about what more I can do for them.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If people would only understand how much happier being empowered could make them…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Instead, I find myself wondering about the 3 out of 500 people who unsubscribed from my mailing list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night as I was trying to fall asleep, I began thinking about why I do what I do (coaching that is).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I LOVE coaching!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe I have found my purpose—for this stage of my life anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply don’t want to do anything else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But sometimes I have to remind myself WHY I coach.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my “former life” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;prior to the year 2000 for me) I was quite unhappy—not all the time of course, but I would say that I was more often unhappy than I was happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply didn’t understand life as much as I do today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And in that unhappiness, I not only attracted negative situations to my life, but I also behaved in a less than positive way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, I could be really bitchy at times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For example, I remember arguing with people if I believed they cut in line ahead of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn’t just get mad, but I would spend a good amount of time arguing with them about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just wouldn’t let it go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply didn’t have tolerance for people in those days, and easily got upset when someone was not doing what he/she was “supposed” to be doing.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I attracted a huge lesson to my life, which ultimately gave me an understanding of my previous behavior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those were very harsh days for me and it was a time where I felt NO peace in my life at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R4RXuODEe7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/SAK8UBSpKcc/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R4RXuODEe7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/SAK8UBSpKcc/s320/peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153340325175262130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then came my life questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as I often explain, answers soon followed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized a lot about myself… my fears, my unhappiness, my disempowerment, and more.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe all that prior life was necessary (for me) to understand what I do today.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And since the beginning of those realizations, I have been on this new journey I now live.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Remembering what it’s like to not have peace in my life, it is now my personal mission to always be at peace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My daughter bought this bracelet (seen in the pic) for me about three years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s all scratched up these days, but I rarely take it off because it is probably my most favorite gift of all time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not only meaningful because my daughter bought it for me, but because it greatly represents who I now am and how I now live.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This may be surprising to hear, but I am not here to save the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though I help people find their own happiness, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; purpose in life is not to make them happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;MY purpose is to be happy and be at peace myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coaching makes me happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coaching makes me feel alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coaching gives me peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I can let those three unsubscribers go and wish them well.  I am happy they know what they do and don’t want for themselves.  That is what empowerment is actually.  I am happy to offer what I do to whoever wants it, because it fills ME.  And as long as I continue to live this way, I will always be at peace!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-1527824814191779523?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/1527824814191779523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=1527824814191779523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1527824814191779523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1527824814191779523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/01/always-at-peace.html' title='Always at peace'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R4RXuODEe7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/SAK8UBSpKcc/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-2998952084645422080</id><published>2008-01-02T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:36.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I really have a baby once?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I got the call yesterday, &lt;em&gt;"Mom, we're making the rounds and I wanted to let you know that we're coming over."&lt;/em&gt; Well, I had never heard her say that before, but I knew exactly why she was coming over. She was going to give me the news. She's only 21 years old, but I was only 18 when I had such news... so what could I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3xtUuDEe3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/NagXGps7_Q0/s1600-h/donnadana_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151112276530723698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3xtUuDEe3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/NagXGps7_Q0/s320/donnadana_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was 19 when I had my daughter Dana. I remember expecting her, giving birth to her, and taking care of her. But to think back of her as a baby, it seems like a whole other lifetime ago. From the day Dana was born, she was so good. Seriously, she was rarely even sick. While she had the occasional cold, I can only remember one time her really crying because she couldn't hold anything down in her tummy. She slept through the night at six weeks old. She went off the bottle easily at one year old. She potty-trained extremely easy at a year and a half. She was simply the easiest baby. Even when she got the chicken pox at two years old, it barely even phased her. (I, on the other hand, got the chicken pox from her and I think that was the sickest I have ever been!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Into the school years, and all her years growing up, Dana was simply the easiest child. I couldn't even imagine having a better child. She's the sweetest, the nicest, the smartest, and now today, one of the coolest people I know. I not only love her as a daughter, but I love the person she is. She's just so likeable, and I am extremely proud of the woman she has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So being the person who Dana is, it only makes sense that she would find her perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the summer of 2006, when Dana met David, I just knew they would be together. There's no easy way to explain it, but it's just as if they were made for each other. They were instantly joined at the hip, and these days it's hard to imagine the time when she wasn't with him. If I wasn't blessed enough before to have such a wonderful daughter, I am even more blessed today that she's found such a great guy. Honestly, David is simply the best for Dana. He is so smart, responsible, and very loving towards her. And I have absolutely no doubt that he will continue making her very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3xrYeDEe2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ii_NcOtSGj0/s1600-h/danadavid1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151110141931977570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3xrYeDEe2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ii_NcOtSGj0/s320/danadavid1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So the news--the news that they are engaged, is perfectly good news to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since my world revolves around me (ha-ha!), I must say that even though I am happy about my daughter's engagement, I feel like I've aged about 7 years in one day. Not really. I don't feel older, like &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; (actually I feel great these days). But I feel like I've just jumped into a whole new phase of life. I'm not even sure why. After all, the wedding will not happen for awhile. And thank God, they are not planning on kids for a few years after that! But really, how did this day even come so fast? Did I really have a baby once? Did I really take her to kindergarden... go on all those field trips... watch her in the band in Junior High School... teach her how to drive... see her graduate High School... then let her go when she moved out last year? How did all that happen soooo fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know, there's so much more to come, and so much more life to look forward to with my daughter. I'm good. But, hopefully the next 21 years won't go as fast as the last. Every day is such a gift... a gift to cherish... and a gift to be grateful for. And I am definitely extremely grateful for every day since I had my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Congratulations, my dear sweet Dana and her very deserving David!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-2998952084645422080?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/2998952084645422080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=2998952084645422080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/2998952084645422080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/2998952084645422080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-i-really-have-baby-once.html' title='Did I really have a baby once?'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3xtUuDEe3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/NagXGps7_Q0/s72-c/donnadana_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-1439318187873119660</id><published>2008-01-01T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:36.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008!! Ready for the journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3tn6uDEe0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jLVrkcXYBcY/s1600-h/newyearjourney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150824857319275330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3tn6uDEe0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jLVrkcXYBcY/s400/newyearjourney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy New Year! I'm excited the new year is here, because I just know it's going to be a great one. I'm setting my intentions and getting ready for the journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-1439318187873119660?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/1439318187873119660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=1439318187873119660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1439318187873119660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1439318187873119660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-going-to-be-good-one.html' title='2008!! Ready for the journey...'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R3tn6uDEe0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jLVrkcXYBcY/s72-c/newyearjourney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-6859709954139161605</id><published>2007-12-31T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:17:36.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for closure</title><content type='html'>It’s the end of the year… thank goodness! It was a good one, don’t get me wrong. I have loved, laughed, learned, shared, and cried. While the year had its share of lessons for me, I feel good about having gotten what I needed from them. I am grateful for the past, but now it’s time to close some doors, so the new things can come in for the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my post a week or so back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want every part of my life to be the best it can be. There’s no more… In the meantime, I will do this… or… In the meantime, I will settle for that... I realize now that I simply want everything to be the way I want it to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting to think of the possibilities…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-6859709954139161605?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/6859709954139161605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=6859709954139161605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6859709954139161605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6859709954139161605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-for-closure.html' title='Time for closure'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-5949063390666635603</id><published>2007-12-29T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:29:06.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality show inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My computer has been out for service for about a week now. I’ve felt lost without it, because using my computer is such a big part of my life these days. Although I still don't have it back yet, fortunately I have been able to borrow my brother-in-laws laptop for the weekend. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been doing with all of my unexpected downtime lately? Well, I have found myself watching lots of television! I try not to watch too much tv usually, but since it is the holidays without much else going on right now, I’ve allowed myself the luxury of the couch potato life for a bit. So, it has been fun watching shows I don’t always get a chance to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since I’m so self-reflective, it’s been more interesting for me to notice the &lt;em&gt;types&lt;/em&gt; of shows I am drawn to. I’ve been enjoying the reality shows the most, because as an observer of people I like trying to understand why people do what they do. I love shows like &lt;em&gt;Top Chef&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Design Star&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Project Runway&lt;/em&gt;. Those shows feature everyday people competing against each other in areas of their passions, such as cooking, designing spaces or clothes designing. Of course, for entertainment purposes the shows try to offer some drama with the competitions and the eliminations of the contestants. But that is not what really gets my attention. I am just really inspired by those contestants. Those are people going after their dreams. Those are people willing to take chances to try and create something meaningful &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; fulfilling for themselves. I just love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other shows that inspire me are the &lt;em&gt;True Hollywood Story&lt;/em&gt; shows. I am not a star-struck type person. To me, famous people are just people. However, when I hear their life stories and how they “made it”, I get very inspired. Two of my favorite Hollywood stories are of Will Smith and Rachel Ray. I wouldn’t say that I am a big fan of either of them really. I like them, but never really thought much more of them until I watched their stories. What caught my attention most was how they followed their hearts, always keeping their attention on what they loved most. In return what they got was so much greater than they ever imagined. I think they both said that actually. They focused their energies on what they loved, and the rest just seemed to come to them… the greatest opportunities and the endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other shows on tv that also demonstrate what I’m writing about here—from the weather person on the news, to the people on those tattoo shows, to a mogul like Kimora, to Oprah. One just needs to view them from a different perspective to get that. Basically, I am simply inspired by people who follow their guidance in doing what they love most—especially those with nontraditional dreams. I think people who live “outside the box” are the coolest. Happiness, doing what we love, and becoming successful in doing what we love isn’t only reserved for a few special people. It is available for all of us. Those people who make it big are not “luckier” than the rest of us. They are simply following what makes them happy and fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my guidance, going after my dreams, focusing on what I love most, being happy and fulfilled… yep, my intention is to live that way as well. Oh, and to think that my less than productive week was still inspirational, simply by watching tv! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-5949063390666635603?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/5949063390666635603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=5949063390666635603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5949063390666635603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/5949063390666635603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/reality-show-inspiration.html' title='Reality show inspiration'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-808438048079405319</id><published>2007-12-22T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:36.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own push towards empowerment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;One of my oldest friendships is with my high school friend John.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;During our high school days, he and I used to spend countless hours talking on the phone.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He called me his “little sister” and I called him a clown, because even though he drove me crazy, he always made me laugh.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once we graduated however, I got married and he went into the Marines.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So it wasn’t long after that we lost touch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though I had no idea when we would reconnect again, I always had this feeling that we would.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was something I just knew.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fast forward to my divorce 17 years later...&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was an extremely difficult time for me, and needless to say, I was very unhappy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I had thought about John over the years, but I had no idea where he lived and it never occurred to me to try and find out after so long.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, during a conversation one day with a woman I knew, she mentioned to me that she had reconnected with a high school friend through the Classmates.com website.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the time, I had never heard of it, but later that week I decided to check it out.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Still, I wasn’t thinking about John, but as I looked through the names of my class, his immediately caught my attention.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe it!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Was it really him? Would he even remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I e-mailed him. About a week later he wrote back and then he called.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was living in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kansas City&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MO.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Talking to him again was surreal.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was as though no time had passed at all, and the first night we talked the entire night!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He made me laugh so much during a time when I had been so miserable.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, it felt like a miracle had come into my life to help me heal from so much pain I had during those difficult days.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R25BT-DEesI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6KCwJb9Gbd4/s1600-h/donnajohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147123235460250306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R25BT-DEesI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6KCwJb9Gbd4/s320/donnajohn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;John and I talked a lot during those first weeks of reconnecting.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He would listen to my misery, but in return, crack me up with his crazy ways.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Within a month or so, he flew out to visit me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so weird.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were so different from the teenagers we had last seen of each other, but at the same time, we were just the same.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a blast during the time he was here… off to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Santa Cruz&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and even to the Gilroy Garlic Festival.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We called it a whirlwind weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When he went home, we continued our constant phone conversations.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Really, he was such a savior to me in those days.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But for as much as he made me laugh, there were always those moments when I would slip back into my pity party of my circumstances.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, I was complaining how I had nothing to do or anyone to do anything with.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was feeling quite lonely and definitely feeling very sorry for myself.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I expected him to listen supportively, when suddenly his tone changed and he really began to give it to me…&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He said, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Do you know how lucky you are to live where you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You live in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="FONT-STYLE: italic" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;—the Bay Area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There are so many things to do there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes I know, I replied.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I don’t have anyone to go with.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To which he immediately replied in that big brother voice,&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; “GO BY YOURSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Take your camera and go take some pictures.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, although I have always been quite independent, I had never really thought to go hang out by myself.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I mean, I can go shopping or do what I need to do by myself, but to go sight-seeing by myself?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is so funny to me now, but I continued to debate his suggestion by explaining that there are lots of rapes and murders, and that it would just be too dangerous for a woman to go places by herself.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then in his sarcastic tone, he says, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Then lock your car door!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What else could I say?&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had no more excuses.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I no longer had someone to feel sorry for me.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Instead he simply became this really good friend who had just pushed me onto a big step towards empowerment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That upcoming weekend happened to be the weekend after 9/11.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I took my camera to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and began taking pictures of all of the American flags.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And there were many.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was such a difficult time for the nation, obviously.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But for me, it was a time of liberation.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had my camera as company, and did not feel lonely at all.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The week after, I went other places to take more pictures (and even mailed him a copy as proof of following his advice). And then, it was very soon after that I began going to the beach by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since then, going to the beach and taking pictures of the sun setting in the ocean has become a BIG&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;part of my life.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Almost all of my &lt;a href="http://foryourjourney.com/archives.html"&gt;FYJ Newsletters&lt;/a&gt; feature a picture I took at the beach.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And most of those times taking those pictures, I was &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BY MYSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love going to the beach alone these days, and in fact, it has become a necessary part of my life.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These days, John and I talk every couple of weeks or so.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We don’t stay up talking ALL night anymore, but we do talk a long time.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He still thinks he’s my big brother and he still loves to tell me what to do (I mean, give me advice!).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although he still drives me crazy, he definitely still makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and as much as this pains me to say, because he is quite arrogant :-) and will probably use this against me, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I am very grateful and thankful to him!&lt;/span&gt; He always ends our conversations with telling me that he loves me, and we both know we will be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p.s. I really don’t like this picture I put with this post because I look terrible!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, I decided on this one because every time we talk about it, we laugh our asses off.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I originally sent him a copy, from the time he had been here to visit, he pointed out how we each have one leg on the bench.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That was totally unconscious, but I simply cannot see or think about that without cracking up!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But it’s interesting, because I think we do lean on each other in life, maybe it’s just a symbol of our friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-808438048079405319?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/808438048079405319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=808438048079405319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/808438048079405319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/808438048079405319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-push-towards-empowerment.html' title='My own push towards empowerment'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R25BT-DEesI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6KCwJb9Gbd4/s72-c/donnajohn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-3937631180854093386</id><published>2007-12-21T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:36.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am and who I will be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has been a very interesting week for me.  It was my first week home since being laid off from my day job.  Although I have been a little restless at times, I haven’t exactly gone stir-crazy or anything with all this added time on my hands.  It’s actually been a very contemplative week, and that has been a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve written a lot this week—not necessarily here on the blog, because although I already share quite a bit about myself, I sometimes think I should hold back on sharing too much information!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, but here I go anyway…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During this week, I’ve thought a lot about who I am and who I still want to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve thought about where I want my focus to be, and have even thought about some of my relationships. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The New Year is coming soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is my favorite holiday actually, and so, it’s been perfect having this time to “figure things out” and plan for what I want in 2008.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My life has been an amazing journey so far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am proud that, for all I have experienced in my life I have found my way to total gratitude for having learned so much along the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Above all, I have learned to be self-empowered. For me, that means I can always choose happiness, regardless of life’s difficulties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I clearly remember saying to myself at the age of 13, “I do not have a happy life.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided that then, and until a few years ago, I could never say I had a happy life and fully believe it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I say it with confidence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am happy! …and even more so, I like who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R2uvv-DEehI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fb_K4ALcCVE/s1600-h/qd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R2uvv-DEehI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fb_K4ALcCVE/s320/qd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146400237845510674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still want more though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to Be more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to experience more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For all the uncertainties I still have in my life, I do have a knowing there is still much more for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here I am, ready for what is next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what is that exactly?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, this is the part where I don’t usually share (with strangers anyway).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s more personal, and I would never write about my specific relationships with others unless they knew about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this is more about ME than about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, actually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have spent a lot of time over the last couple of years preoccupied with what others thought of me, more specifically in my dating life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been a fun time, but I haven’t exactly been attracting relationships that fully support who I am and what I want.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve spent more time trying to be who they wanted, not enough of being true to myself, and still expecting to be treated how I deserve to be treated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That combination doesn’t really work though, and I have spent a lot of time distracted by some of the lessons from those situations, preventing me from creating the whole life that I want for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something within me needs to demand better, because I’m simply tired of settling for less.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so what did that little bit of information have to do with my week?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it’s a major part of my overall life refocusing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; part of my life to be the best it can be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no more… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the meantime, I will do this…&lt;/span&gt; or… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the meantime, I will settle for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I realize now that I simply want everything to be the way I want it to be!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And my new focus needs to be on Being the person who will attract &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of that to me… whatever I decide &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; will be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s still unfolding, but it’s definitely becoming clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So again, it’s been a very interesting week.  However, I must say that realizing I want to continue being happy, that I want to create even more for myself in the new year, and that I only want to experience the best relationships possible, has made it all very well worth this first week of being home with all the extra time.  I cannot even imagine what will come up for me next week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-3937631180854093386?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/3937631180854093386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=3937631180854093386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3937631180854093386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3937631180854093386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-i-am-and-who-i-will-be.html' title='Who I am and who I will be'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R2uvv-DEehI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fb_K4ALcCVE/s72-c/qd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-1250847541026795589</id><published>2007-12-19T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:37.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay attention... for the answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I’ve been writing a lot about asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Asking for all we want, asking and then noticing the effects in our lives, and asking even when we don’t realize we’re asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But what about the answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When do we get the answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ohhh, the answers do come—that I have no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We just need to pay attention to know what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since I’ve found more time on my hands these days, I’ve been asking for a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve been asking for some clarity for this next phase in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve been a bit restless, and while I continue to keep busy, I don’t really know if what I am doing is exactly what I should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I keep asking… asking for clarity… asking for direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s only been a couple of days, but there are a few things I have already noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;What I don’t want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am getting this loud and clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes it’s hard to know what I do want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the moment I try to make myself do something that doesn’t feel right, I can immediately recognize that it’s something I do not want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That has really been helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why try to make myself do something I don’t want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all, I believe I should be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And doing something I don’t want to do doesn’t make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That helped in getting some clarity, because I now know that what I do want is pretty much the opposite of that which I realized I don’t want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Listening to my guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At this point in time of my asking, I can really hear my guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My interpretation of guidance are the thoughts that come to me when I’m not really trying to get the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve asked, but then only usually “hear” answers when my mind is most relaxed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean, I’m not so pre-occupied with life, or worries, or what to do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m just going about my day, being cool about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For me, it’s like meditating while still functioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m not thinking, thinking, thinking… maybe just taking a shower or washing the dishes, or driving without the radio on full blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In those times, I get amazing ideas—ideas I might not get if my mind was so busy, busy, busy.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R2jz_-DEegI/AAAAAAAAACk/27SWQ9mrAcQ/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R2jz_-DEegI/AAAAAAAAACk/27SWQ9mrAcQ/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145630854583974402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Seeking inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After these few days of asking, I knew I needed some inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m always telling my clients to seek inspiration, and I do know to do that for myself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, today I could tell I was extra hungry for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are countless ways to find inspiration, but right now for me, I needed a new book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These days I read while I’m on the Stairmaster at the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I usually go through the books (fiction and non-fiction) fairly quickly that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But since finishing my last book, I haven’t been able to find a new one that keeps my interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have many books, lots I haven’t even read yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it seemed no matter which one I would take to the gym, I would find myself bored of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So today I went to the store and bought a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I started reading it this evening, I realized that it's exactly what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly, I could write a very similar book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, I haven’t read anything I don’t know already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, it doesn’t matter because it is very inspiring, I really like it, and I can tell that it’s going to give me some helpful ideas (answers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m sure there is much more to come for me in regards to getting answers from my current questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sense the answers are already coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But will I notice when they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am definitely paying attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-1250847541026795589?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/1250847541026795589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=1250847541026795589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1250847541026795589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/1250847541026795589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/pay-attention-for-answers.html' title='Pay attention... for the answers'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R2jz_-DEegI/AAAAAAAAACk/27SWQ9mrAcQ/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-858409520703920756</id><published>2007-12-16T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:34:38.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the gym, week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn’t want to just post an inspirational note about how I got back on track of losing weight after going to the gym one day!  So, I’m making myself accountable by posting how it went last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to the gym four days last week, yeah! There were a few challenges, but overall I was happy with my dedication.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so here’s my excuses for the days I didn't go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day I was told I was going to be laid off from work, I came home and took a nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t so sad or anything, but I guess I just had this feeling of… I don’t really want to think about it tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I took a nap for a few hours and when I got up around 10pm, I went to 7-11 for some cupcakes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew that wasn’t the best idea, but as I’ve mentioned before, if I make the choice to eat it I’m going to enjoy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I did!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also told myself the cupcakes would be my dinner so I wouldn’t make that day of eating any worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then my friend came over later and we went to W&lt;span class="url"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;einersnitzel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s very close to my house, so we walked at least!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t going to get anything because it was already close to midnight, but the food smelled soooo good.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I ended up having a hot dog and fries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, it was better than being depressed about losing my job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just kidding!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went back to the gym the very next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The other two days off from the gym were celebrating days.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once a month, my sister Tracy and I go out to dinner to celebrate LIFE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friday was our day so we went to sushi. Mmmm, sooo good.  And fun company as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then on Saturday, my friend Michelle and I went to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Union Square&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; for our second annual holiday trip to San Franscisco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a blast, and felt more than worth not going to the gym that day.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, it’s Sunday, and I have every intention of making it back to the gym later today. Good?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yep, I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-858409520703920756?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/858409520703920756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=858409520703920756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/858409520703920756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/858409520703920756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-to-gym-week-1.html' title='Back to the gym, week 1'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-6748488558100564979</id><published>2007-12-15T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T06:17:57.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting what I asked for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I mentioned before, I have more to say about the topic of asking and receiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here’s more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are constantly asking for more in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if we don’t realize that we are asking, we are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our asking isn’t just as simple as saying, something like, “I want this...”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is only one way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our asking comes in the form of thinking about what we want and don’t want, talking about what we want and don’t want, and feeling how we feel about what we want and don’t want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of that energy we put out as a result of how we are feeling is actually bringing us our life experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever we are focused on brings us exactly that, even if it’s not what we consciously asked for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when we become aware of this, we understand that we always get EXACTLY what we ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If this is unclear, let me share a bit more what is going on with me at the moment.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sixteen months ago I got a “job”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since closing my store, I have been coaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But since it hasn’t been a full time thing for me, I decided to get a job to pay my basic bills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t a career move by any means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was simply something I could do that would pay some bills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My intention was to stay at this company for one year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the meantime, I would work on my coaching business so I would eventually do it full-time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I strongly believe we should only do what we love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And coaching/inspiring people to live an empowered life is what I love most.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I got complacent in my lifestyle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I mentioned in &lt;a href="http://foryourjourney.com/newsletter.html#story"&gt;December's FYJ Newsletter&lt;/a&gt;, my home-life changed last year with my daughter moving out.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got comfortable in a new routine of going to work during the day, coaching after work and on weekends, and then doing whatever else I wanted to do the rest of the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been good, but that feeling of wanting to coach, teach or doing something related full-time has never left me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, it’s a continuous feeling that sharing inspiration needs to be the biggest part of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But as I said, I got comfortable with my daily habit of working.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was just easy to go to work for a paycheck, and not worry about building any business or creating anything bigger for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This past summer, as my one year anniversary at work approached, I started thinking more consciously about my original intent of only staying there a year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I hadn’t done enough to really do anything about leaving the job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I simply stayed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the last several months I became less and less content with doing that job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was simply too boring for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved everyone I worked with though, so I ignored my feelings about being uncomfortable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still felt uncomfortable, but ignored it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is what I mean about wanting more, but not paying attention to what we’re asking for, regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was actually asking to live my life doing only that which I love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My energy was low when I went to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My enthusiasm for what I was doing was even lower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just did what I had to do at work and nothing more, even though I am capable of so much more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I focused on the other parts of my life to make it easier to ignore my unease at work, and used the excuse that I liked everyone at work so that I wouldn’t have to admit to myself that I wasn't really happy there.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But there was no doubt in my mind, when I allowed myself to think about it, I needed to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few weeks ago my company announced that they were doing cut backs, and that meant layoffs for my area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I have not planned to NOT be working, so it’s not like I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; have been happy about that news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I was ecstatic!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt like I was going to be free!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I thought to myself, I can spend more time doing what I love!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But wait… how am I really going to deal with this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not prepared for this change.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I KNOW that I am getting exactly what I was asking for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted a change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed a change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I asked for this change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While everyone else in the company has been stressed and worried about their job, I found myself with more energy than I had had in months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t exactly volunteer to get laid off, but I told them that I would be fine with being the first one to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I was, and Friday was my last day.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foryourjourney.com/images/vppath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.foryourjourney.com/images/vppath1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's good.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I am taking a new road on my journey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have ideas of what I’m going to do, but don’t know how it will turn out exactly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m moving forward with confidence that all is well.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen I left my real job (my 14 year career in high tech) in 2003 to open a business, I had taken a class called “Creating the work you love” with Rick Jarow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In that class I got the courage to follow my guidance—the guidance within me telling me to move on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher said something like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“If your guidance is asking you to do something more, why wouldn’t the Universe support you in getting it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That statement felt so true, and has since always given me courage to go on with what I really want to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I will be supported and I know that I will always ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have experienced enough life transitions to know that I always land in a better place, and so I am not worried at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I am excited!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This life is amazing.  Although we always get what we ask for, sometimes we need to remind ourselves that we are exactly where we need to be in order to get it.  There’s still much to do, and I am so happy to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;More to come… as always! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-6748488558100564979?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/6748488558100564979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=6748488558100564979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6748488558100564979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/6748488558100564979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-what-i-asked-for.html' title='Getting what I asked for'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-3100521851227902674</id><published>2007-12-10T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:45:18.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foryourjourney.com/images/donnajenny1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.foryourjourney.com/images/donnajenny1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am blessed to have great friends. One of my most special and unique relationships is with my friend Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened For Your Journey Inspirational Center (for those of you who don’t know, it was an inspirational book store, gift shop, with offerings of yoga classes and self-discovery workshops) I met Jenny as a customer. She started coming to FYJ soon after I opened, in the Fall of 2003. She was the sweetest. As she looked through the books, she would tell me about herself and of her dreams. She had such an inspiring story of how she came from Sweden to pursue her dreams here in America. She was a student at the time, but talked of doing such big and remarkable things in the future. I just remember thinking to myself, “This girl wants to save the world, and I just know she’s going to do it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became a regular at the store, and within a couple of months, during one of our conversations I shared with her about wanting to take a vacation. I knew I couldn’t go so shortly after opening my store, but as she listened to me, she eagerly volunteered to run the store for me so I could go. Even though I had only known her a short time, I totally trusted that she could do it. It was as though I had known her all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who know Jenny from FYJ, you know that she loved the place just as much as I did. I could never pay her very much, but she was so loyal anyway, and I cannot express the gift she was to my life… while the store was open, and ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I have a very special friendship. It’s one like I have never known before. Sometimes friends bond over the difficulties of life (I have friends like that as well). It is so easy to get sucked into the “reality” that life is hard. And the more we talk about it, the more we agree how “true” it is. That way of talking is so easy to fall into (even for an empowerment coach like me!). Even though we want something better than what we’re talking about, the problem is that we are focused on what we DON’T want. And that is not helpful at all in attracting what we DO want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendship with Jenny, however, is pure inspiration. When we talk, we can go on for hours, discussing all of the possibilities in life. We each have our unique dreams. However, in our conversations we focus on how they are all going to come true. Yes, we do acknowledge what is true today, but as we discuss what we want, we fully support each other in believing what is true today isn’t what needs to be true tomorrow. We know that anything we want is possible. And so when we discuss all that we want, we have a knowing that we can have it. Then, as we leave each other after having had such a highly inspired conversation, we leave with an excitement like I have never shared with anyone else before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should be so blessed to have such a supportive someone to share their dreams with. Everyone should be surrounded by people who support them with everything they want. In fact, much of my coaching is simply giving people permission to want what they want. If you don’t have friends who support you in what you want, set the intention to attract them into your life. Support your friends with their dreams, and see how they return the favor. Or simply seek out more friends. We all want to be happy, and having friends who support our dreams is definitely an inspirational way to live our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is off to Sweden for the holidays. I am sure going to miss her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jenny's business is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeandharmonycoaching.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life and Harmony Coaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and her new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://happinessaroundtheworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is in progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-3100521851227902674?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/3100521851227902674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=3100521851227902674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3100521851227902674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3100521851227902674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/inspirational-friendship.html' title='Inspirational friendship'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-3860991598409607797</id><published>2007-12-08T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:02:38.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last spring I decided I wanted to lose some weight. So back in May I joined a gym and began going quite religiously. I’m not athletic by any means, but it actually started becoming fun. And although the weight was coming off extremely slow, I definitely felt the difference. My confidence increased while the pounds decreased, and while I still had a ways to go until I hit my goal, I really was feeling great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometime in the last three or four weeks, however, I stopped going to the gym. Until then I had a routine.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m a night person, so I would come home from my day, rest for awhile, then hit the gym around 8 or 9pm.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would be there for an hour or so, come home, take a shower, and then go to bed feeling really good.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But as I said, I simply stopped going.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I cannot even remember why.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With the weather changing, it's just been easier to come home and stay home.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the weight is starting to creep back up.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the more I focus on it, the heavier the pounds are starting to feel.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ughhh.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve lost good amounts of weight a couple of times before, only to have gained more back than I’ve lost.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, I remember the frustration as I wondered the purpose of doing all that work for seemingly no reason.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I am not that person who thinks that way anymore.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I choose to be empowered and now prefer to be responsible for creating what I want for myself!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So how can I stop this self-sabotage?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How do I get myself back on track to looking and feeling good?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I started thinking about the time of year it is.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why go back to the gym now?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After all, it’s the holidays.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People often stop working out during this time, then restart their workout routines in the New Year.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So maybe I’ll just wait until then?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nooo.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I need to go back to the gym sooner than that.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So for the last week or so, I have said to myself that I'll go back tomorrow.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every day, the same thing.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning I thought, TODAY.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am going back today.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t have any big plans for the day, so I’d take it easy, work on my coaching stuff, and then go to the gym this evening.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was all planned out.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Around 5pm my friend called and asked if I’d like to go out for a drink tonight.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, of course I would!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was on.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I now had plans for the night and was very excited.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I got back into my work though, it suddenly hit me that my first plan was to go to the gym tonight.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ahhh man, now I'll have to wait until tomorrow to go. No, I CANNOT wait another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I immediately got myself up off the couch, changed into my gym clothes and went to the gym.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t think about it anymore.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just had to go.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now I am so proud of myself.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although I only stayed about 45 minutes, (I guess the lack of working out lately made those 45 minutes quite tiring)&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am still very happy I went, especially because I should be more motivated to go back tomorrow.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I’m off to get ready for my night out.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although I’ll probably drink more calories than I worked off this evening, at least I feel hopeful that I'll soon be back on track.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have a great evening.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I sure will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-3860991598409607797?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/3860991598409607797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=3860991598409607797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3860991598409607797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3860991598409607797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-to-gym.html' title='Back to the gym'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-363043921363650106</id><published>2007-12-07T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:24:37.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I usually describe myself as being raised as an only child. I actually have four sisters and one brother. However, for the most part, I wasn’t really raised with them. I was raised mostly by my dad, my paternal grandmother and my uncle. Because of my non-traditional upbringing, most of my life I’ve had this kind of a negative attitude about family relationships. I always felt something big lacking in regards to family, and wore the idea of having no “real” family like it was a badge or something. It’s how I defined myself. I would explain that although I did have siblings, I wasn’t raised with any of them, so that was &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; we weren’t very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I have the same father and different mothers. But my sisters and I have the same mother and different fathers. I have two older sisters with whom I have the most memories from childhood. When I would visit them and my mom while growing up, my sisters would take turns taking me places, like to the movies or with them to hang out with their friends’. Although I felt like they were babysitting me, those were still very special times. However, I think because it was so painful to always be leaving them, as I grew, I simply blocked the potential for any real sisterly feelings. Then as an adult, it was just easier for me to use the circumstance of being raised separately as an excuse for not being closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my two younger sisters, they were born when I was already a teenager. While I loved being close to them when they were little, my mom moved to Denver when they were young. So, since I missed most of their childhood, there was my excuse for not being close to them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this past year something big has shifted for me in my relationships with my sisters. I’m not even sure how or why, but something is definitely different. I have come to absolutely LOVE my sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two younger ones are grown now, and still don’t live in California, so unfortunately I don’t see or even talk to them often. However, one is a mother now, and the other one happens to be celebrating her birthday today, and so I really do think of them more these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sisters, however, have become extra special to me. They are both married and have their own lives, but as I said, something has shifted in my feelings for them. I talk to them much more these days. I enjoying being with them more. And I simply appreciate them more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thinking about how this happened, I would have to say that I am a little surprised. After all, my two older sisters and I are all now in our 40’s. So I would think that if we haven’t been able to be close up to now, it would probably never happen. However, I believe it is something within ME that has changed. Maybe I have let my guard down, finally allowing myself to receive the love they have always tried to give me. One of them has always tried to be closer to me, but I never really knew how to reciprocate. But in a recent conversation with my other sister, she began telling me how much I was always loved. She said that when I would visit them as a child, I was so special, that the two of them would fight for my attention. No way, I replied. That is not the way I remember it at all! I had always felt like such a burden, coming to visit and disturbing their lives. I honestly believed that I was unwanted. So I cannot even describe how shocking it was to hear how they really felt about me—all these years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never unwanted. I was always loved. But I didn’t know that, because as I grew I continued to believe what I created in my mind as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I am so happy because I am free from that misguided belief. It's so much easier now to allow the love from my sisters into my life. I can appreciate that I do have a real family, and in fact, had one all along. I now accept their love and freely give my love to them in return. And while it feels long overdue, it is definitely not too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s to ALL my very special sisters today, with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R1i8wpyiojI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LCPcgIZOouQ/s1600-h/1970+cdt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141066518681002546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R1i8wpyiojI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LCPcgIZOouQ/s320/1970+cdt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;** &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; I wrote this post, I thought it would be nice to add a picture of the three of us older sisters from when we were little. I never remember seeing this particular picture before, but this is what I found as I went through what I had. It immediately stood out to me because my sisters are hugging me as if to have me for themselves. How cool for me to find this now! On the back, my mom wrote, "Late Christmas for Donna, Jan 1970" I still have that stuffed dog today too. His name is Marky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R1j3XpyiolI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w0jFrRv7ii0/s1600-h/0907b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141130960370311762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R1j3XpyiolI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w0jFrRv7ii0/s320/0907b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** And here we are today... all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. My sister Tracy is a huge inspiration to me these days. I am thinking of her much today as well. She is living her own amazing journey and has gone through an amazing transformation. You can read all about it on &lt;a href="http://www.tracyrif.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. I’ll write about my very special brother (who I am soooo proud of) another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-363043921363650106?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/363043921363650106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=363043921363650106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/363043921363650106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/363043921363650106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/R1i8wpyiojI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LCPcgIZOouQ/s72-c/1970+cdt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-3697231749902118322</id><published>2007-12-05T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:57:51.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about asking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I am so sorry, but I forgot to warn you about an important consequence of asking for all you want! (This is a follow up to my post last week, “ALL I want” from 11/26/07.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me explain a funny thing about me… I am very courageous when it comes to the big things in life (not so much the little things, but I’ll leave that for a different day). I can make life transitions easily… well, maybe “easily” is not the right word. I think I simply replace the fear of the unknown with a knowing that all will be well. I don’t worry about the future because I have been through enough tough times to know that the future is always BETTER than from where I’ve been. In my head, I do sometimes think I’m crazy when I don’t worry. I think to myself, “I should probably be worrying about this!” But I simply don’t. As one of my favorite quotes goes, &lt;em&gt;"Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles, it empties today of its strength."&lt;/em&gt; -Mary Englebreit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And one thing I hate to feel is weak, so not worrying just feels better to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a new life transition is happening to me again, I’m in a place where someone else in my shoes may just be a little worried about things. My friends are telling me they are always amazed when they see how I don’t worry about things like this. I just remain in my usual state of optimism, especially because I know that I brought this transition upon myself. After all, I asked for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this led me to think about what I have suggested to you in asking for all you want. I have practiced the asking, the unknowns, and the transitions enough to know what I was getting myself into when I suggested such a thing for us all. I knew, for myself, that I was going to shake up my world. It simply makes sense that if I am asking for bigger and better things, that situations in my life would have to change in order for those things to come. I have understood this for awhile. But, I sometimes forget that people who listen to me may not know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, when I meet my clients for the first time, I warn them what they are getting into. I know that if they are at the point of coming to talk to me, they must be asking questions about their lives. We all want to understand our lives and we want to be happy. And when we don’t understand or are not as happy as we suspect you could be, we start asking those life questions. That is what I did! And from my years of speaking to so many of you, I get that is what you are doing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my warning, haha… If you are asking for more, hold on. You may very well experience unexpected shifts in your life (relationships, financial, etc). You may think, “This is not what I was asking for.” Maybe it isn’t exactly what you envisioned, but this is what sometimes happens in order to give you what you ARE asking for. Sometimes people give up in times like this because although they do want more, the change around them gets scary. And sometimes people simply stop asking for more because the change is just too much for them. I understand—the unknown can definitely be unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I am in the place of change again (and as always). Although I didn't know exactly what would happen, I did expect something because as I said, I asked for it. And I am aware of what that means for my life, even if it’s uncomfortable for awhile. Right now, there are unknowns going on for me, and I admit it is a little unsettling. At the same time though, it’s actually very exciting! I feel movement in my life and that feeling, above all the uncertainty, helps me know that what I’m asking for is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many more thoughts on this topic, so there may be more to come from me. In the meantime though, please feel free to contact me if you have any questions. This is one area where I have experienced much, and I am always very willing to help you along on your journey as well. Above all though, know that if you do have the courage to stick with your asking, and the unknown changes it may bring, it is very well worth it. You will land in the place you are seeking, and it will simply be wonderful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-3697231749902118322?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/3697231749902118322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=3697231749902118322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3697231749902118322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/3697231749902118322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/thing-about-asking.html' title='The thing about asking'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-8325772813677514079</id><published>2007-12-02T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:52:02.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owning my choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fortunately, I’m not one for regrets.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me, it never made much sense to regret past choices.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I do sometimes think back and wish I would have made a different choice.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, there’s nothing I can do to change what has already happened.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I could say that I am usually pretty good at spending as little time as possible thinking about the “what ifs”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When it comes to making new choices, however, my feelings are a little different.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whenever I’m conflicted about what to do, I spend lots of time thinking about the consequences of making a particular choice.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How will I know which is the better choice?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And, even if I don’t regret my choice afterwards, will I still look back and wish I would have made a different one?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s almost as though I have feelings of regret beforehand, and this is where I usually spend too much time being unsure about myself or what to do.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A couple of days ago I had to make a choice.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t a difficult choice really, rather something as simple as wanting to ask someone a question.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, with this particular person I was unsure about how he would take the question.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was actually concerned about how I would be perceived by asking this question!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, the idea of not asking the question was just as appealing to me as actually asking.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While there’s much more to the situation than I’m sharing here, I got something quite important for myself as I went through all of the possible outcomes from making my decision to ‘ask this question’.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I realized that what I really want is the answer to my question.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And, whatever the outcome or whatever this person would think of me by asking was not the issue.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Asking the question was simply more important to me than what this person would think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I made a choice to ask the question, but even more importantly, simply own my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, this is the part where I bet you think I tell you how well it worked out.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not necessarily.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t even get an answer to my question.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And although one might think that if I would have chosen to not ask the question, that would have been the better choice, I do not think so.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think making the choice, and being happy that I made that choice, is the best thing for me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The outcome doesn’t really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I often get asked by my clients about choices they should make for their lives.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really try not to answer those questions because they are not my choices to make.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, one thing I do often say is, make whatever choice you want and then be happy with that choice.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is actually a much more empowering place to be.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever eaten a piece of cake, saying all along, “I shouldn’t be eating this.”?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is not an empowering act.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Owning your choice is.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So if you make the choice to eat that cake, ENJOY IT!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or, if you are like me and have NEVER been conflicted about whether to eat a piece of cake (Haha), rather find yourself instead in a crazy decision-making place like me about whether or not to ask someone a question, make your choice and just be proud of yourself no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and before you find yourself regretting anything as a result of your choices, I once read a very inspirational quote that went something like this… &lt;em&gt;“Never regret anything, because at one time it was exactly what you wanted”&lt;/em&gt; Now that is an empowering way to look at choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-8325772813677514079?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/8325772813677514079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=8325772813677514079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8325772813677514079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8325772813677514079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/12/owning-my-choices.html' title='Owning my choices'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-8423548099382903840</id><published>2007-11-28T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:53:47.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night as I went to sleep I was in a really good mood. I even remember thinking how good it felt as I climbed into my bed with my freshly washed sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, however, was a completely different story. I had to get up a bit earlier than usual. Believe me, I don’t get up early at all. For me, “early” is actually much later than for most! I am just not a morning person, so anytime I have to get up before my usual time, I tend to be a bit grouchy. So, I did what I needed to do out of my normal schedule this morning, and that was fine. But I just had that “off” feeling. Then as my day progressed I noticed that my mood wasn’t getting any better. In fact, I had an attitude with a couple of people, which then seemed to lead me to start thinking about all the things in my life that were not going the way I wanted them to go. I started thinking about all the people in my life who are not doing what I want them to do, and even began getting mad. Why won’t they just do what I want them to do? Why are they so thoughtless? Ughhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it’s now after noon time and I’ve had enough of this grouchiness. I could go on and on all day thinking about all the things that are going wrong for me. I could continue to make the rest of the poor people around me today feel miserable because I simply feel like treating them the way I’m feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve decided to just stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting back to the place that I know feels better. There are thousands of things going right in my life. There are millions of things to be happy about and millions of things to be grateful for. I can choose a different mood starting right now. So I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what? Simply spending these few minutes writing this post today, I already feel so MUCH better! And even during the time of writing this post, I got a call for a lunch appointment for this weekend that I am quite excited about. (That’s my proof for the Law of Attraction!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s nice to know that the quality of my life is as simple as making a choice. Sometimes the bad mood just seems to creep out of nowhere. But for me, the shortest amount of time I can stay in that uncomfortable place the better. So… back to my day, but with a much better mood. Hope you have a great day, because I sure will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.s. By synchronicity, I ran across this quote today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Up to a point a man's life is shaped by environment, heredity, and movements and changes in the world about him. Then there comes a time when it lies within his grasp to shape the clay of his life into the sort of thing he wishes to be. Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, lack of good fortune, or the quirks of fate. Everyone has it within his power to say, 'This I am today; that I will be tomorrow.'"&lt;/em&gt; - Louis L'Amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-8423548099382903840?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/8423548099382903840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=8423548099382903840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8423548099382903840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/8423548099382903840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/11/moods.html' title='Moods'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-2037939601118498460</id><published>2007-11-26T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:54:27.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Each year-end/new year I offer a Setting Intentions workshop.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love doing this workshop because I really enjoy sharing a process which helps people attract more easily what they want for themselves.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As with all of my teaching and coaching, I only share what personally works for me.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And since I set my own intentions using this process, I can share this knowledge with confidence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lately however, while working on some ideas for my own life, I began thinking about the upcoming New Year.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love this time of year because it always seems so much easier to make fresh starts in areas I want to change.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After all, that is the idea behind New Year resolutions.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;I have to admit though, this year-end has been very interesting for me in regards to coming up with areas in which I make fresh starts.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am simply finding it difficult to come up with anything too big.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, there’s always the relationship thing, the money thing, the weight-loss thing, the career thing, etc… But I have been working in all those areas, and while there’s definitely always more progress to be made, there still seems to be &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;something more missing other than just the idea of accelerating the success in those areas.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And so I am wondering… Am I really thinking about all I want?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In a big way?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Over the last couple of years, I have noticed not only for me, but also for some of my clients, that asking for all we want can be a challenge.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even some of you who come to my Setting Intentions workshops have trouble identifying what to set an intention for exactly.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And this is where I am finding myself as well.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But why the lack of clarity?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;I have been thinking about this quite a bit lately...&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;What is coming to me is that I am afraid to ask for all that I want.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Afraid?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why would I be afraid to ask for something I want?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Other people seem to do it so easily.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although I do have an idea of where this difficulty for me comes from, I’ve decided not to focus on that, rather simply decided to work through the fear of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;This New Year I am going to be asking for ALL that I want.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am really going to work on this list.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am not only going to come up with a long list, I am going to think about all the reasons why I want all those things.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Remembering that I deserve it all is key.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But what is also important is that I am going to go full out, go into detail, think big, and start asking for it ALL.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enough of this small thinking.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enough of this small asking.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want it ALL, and as soon as possible.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Join me by thinking of ALL that you want for yourself as well.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t put limits on what you want.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t worry about the feasibility of having those things.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t think about how you will actually get those things.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just ask.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And ask for it ALL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;So watch out… I think there will soon be an offering for the “ALL I Want” workshop.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After all, as I said, I teach what I learn for myself.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More to come…&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-2037939601118498460?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/2037939601118498460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=2037939601118498460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/2037939601118498460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/2037939601118498460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-want.html' title='ALL I Want'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544449422717068065.post-4860294333506681137</id><published>2007-11-25T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:13:36.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;In between my newsletters I often think of things I'd like to share.  However, the process of creating newsletters is time-consuming, so I don't usually send them out as much as I'd like, thus missing opportunities to share more with you.  So this blog is my latest idea for keeping you more up to date with my sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;More to come...  Hope you enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foryourjourney.com"&gt;http://www.foryourjourney.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544449422717068065-4860294333506681137?l=fyjdonna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/feeds/4860294333506681137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544449422717068065&amp;postID=4860294333506681137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/4860294333506681137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544449422717068065/posts/default/4860294333506681137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fyjdonna.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-sharing.html' title='More sharing'/><author><name>fyjdonna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08940234495745335019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpjzqc7dDg0/SXwBg9H0w9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tgenrzsF0cs/S220/dl0408.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
