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Squirming...

7/12/2012

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A close synonym to WIGGLING, but right now, this day, this hour, this minute, this "squirming" thing has an entirely different connotation.

A huge commonality among us imperfect people (AKA all of us) is having a hard time believing in ourselves. Having  been one of these people for most of my life, this new adventure of telling my story to the world has been quite the stretch ... and squirm.

This next events coming up are going to be better than ones in the past. Much better. I'm learning lots and lots from the best of the best, and am looking forward to getting better and better ... and I'm squirming.

 I've been advertizing like crazy, and praying that the Lord will send people my way who would benefit from my message. Honing my presentation, practicing, getting very excited ... and squirming.

My events are Friday and Saturday. T-minus eight days and four people have registered. Two each day. ... SQUIRMING.

Believing in myself. Squirming. Grateful for the stretch (I think). Not as fun as Wiggling though.


Anyone have any Pepto?   

I love y'all!

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It Was Never About Me

7/6/2012

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I inspire people. Just by walking into a room.

I've fought this fact most of my life. I'm not Mother Teresa. I don't have a cause to fight. I don't try to change people's lives (well let's hold off on that last one for now).


How could I possibly inspire someone, or even a group of people just by walking into a room? They don't know me. I could be a horrible person.

Just because I wiggle? No. Heck no. To be inspired by someone, you need to know their heart. Watch them do something good. Hear them share their life-changing views of life. Not me. When I walked into a room, I invoked curiosity, pity, and yes sometimes fear (a cute little four year old once saw me coming and said, "Oh, PLEASE don't eat me!").

Except this way of thinking is just NOT true. Period. It's taken me thirty-*ahem* years to just START to understand.  It's not about me; never was. Yes, I had my stuff ... my struggles, my own journey. But the feelings that people felt while they are around me...wasn't and still isn't about me. It's about them--the people in my life; even for a brief moment.  Who am I to say how they're supposed to feel? If I can inspire in ANY capacity, that's a good thing. Period.

And if I can take it one step further to share my journey I've had with my amazing, wiggly, imperfect body with others, that's a good thing too. So, this is what I do.

'Cuz it was never about me.

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