Saturday’s are amazing … and awful.
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Saturday’s are amazing … and awful.

My husband works all day on Saturdays. He always has. I used to hate Saturdays.

There were always explosions. And fighting. The house gets so messy. I get bored. And feel needy. And sad. With no adults to connect with. (Seriously even just one day it can hit me hard.)

But now I really love Saturdays. Not a lot has changed. Only my mindset. AND I’m much more proactive about my day instead of reactive.

So now Saturdays FEEL better. And so they are better.

The kids still fight. They still have explosions. (My son told me he hated me today and that I’m the worst mom ever.) The house is still a mess and I still get lonely.

But I don’t hate it. I love it. I totally embrace it. And really look forward to it. I plan out my day more intentionally. Schedule play dates. Get a sitter for a quick workout. Have some me time.

And because I’m in a better place I have a totally different mindset. And then I’m prepared to control my reaction when my son says he hates me because I asked him to stop playing Fort Nite.

Ahh the adventures of parenting. I love every minute of this roller coaster. I wouldn’t change a thing.

If you want to shift your mindset start with your state. And your morning routine. I have a quick and easy free video training for you:  http://badassmorningroutine.com/

Years Ago I Was Afraid of Wanting….
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Years Ago I Was Afraid of Wanting….

I was afraid that wanting would lead to trying. And trying would lead to failure.
I was afraid of wanting to get married.
I was afraid of wanting to have kids.
I was afraid of wanting my big dreams.
I was afraid of wanting deep friendships.
I was afraid of wanting abundant health.
I was afraid of wanting financial freedom.
I was afraid of wanting a life of happiness, inner peace and joy.
There wasn’t one event that made me start wanting. Not one event that made me believe in myself.
My personal growth was a journey, a climb, mostly uphill.
It’s work to work on ourselves. To move through our fears and start believing in our personal power.
But now I find I can’t stop wanting.
I want to fly first class everywhere.
I want to see the world and have epic new experiences.
I want t to be important.
I want to be the highest version of myself I can possibly be.
I want to give back, and change lives.
I want an interesting and surprising life.
I want a relationship that people only dream of.
I want my kids to understand their personal power and be their best selves.
I want to be in phenomenal shape and live a long and healthy life.
I want a circle of friends that inspire and uplift me.
I want to leave this world better than when I came.
I don’t know if I’ll achieve all these things. But I will always want more. I’ll always encourage my kids to want more. And I will always believe in the possibility.
I’ll never be afraid of wanting. Or trying.
Life is worth it.

The Art of Allowing
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The Art of Allowing

Many years ago I went to an Abraham Hicks workshop on The Art of Allowing. I had already been studying the law of attraction for over 20 years, teaching it in workshops and created a program for the Chicago Public Schools. But I was ready, REALLY ready to hear about the art of allowing.
There were a few things that I was ‘trying’ to manifest that hadn’t happened yet.  One specifically I wanted to sign with a big acting agent for commercial work and book a commercial. I’d been trying to manifest this for almost a year. It was on my vision board. On my wishing tree. In my box of dreams. I visualized it daily. I submitted to this agent every few months.
WHY wasn’t it happening yet.
I sat down in my chair in the banquet room of some Sheraton or Westin or something and was ready for the info.
Do I need to hang crystals in my bedroom? Sleep on magnets? Is my vision board broken? Do I need to do some Feng shui or burn some sage? Whatever it is I’m ready. Just tell me what I need to do to ALLOW in this dream.
I knew I was clear on it. I had ASKED for it. I believed I could have it. So how could I allow it in?
And then I got it…..
The whole theme of the workshop was about happiness.
I remember hearing Esther say “Just how happy can you be?”

Our HAPPINESS is the art of allowing. It’s through our happiness that we ALLOW all our desires in.

Ahhhhh yes!! YES! YAY!
So all I have to do is be happy? Yes! It sounds so simple. But it’s not that easy. You don’t even have to be happy with the thing that you are wanting. You can be happy petting your dog and you’re in the state of allowing. You can be happy eating a blueberry muffin and you’re in the state of allowing. Sure it helps if you’re happy with your job and you want to attract a new, better job. But you don’t have to. You can be happy playing Frisbee and you’re in the state of allowing in a new job. Isn’t that awesome?

Our happiness is that important.

I teach my clients how to ‘safeguard’ their happiness. Because our dreams are that important. And if they’re directly linked to our happiness, then our happiness is crucial.
One more important piece.

No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

No circumstances direct your happiness either.

It’s an internal job. And it’s a choice. You can choose to be happy or not. It’s up to you. You can choose to do things that make you feel happy or not. It’s also up to you.
When I left that workshop I knew that my happiness was the KEY to multiply and turn up my manifesting powers.
So I went after it. Like it was my JOB. I made a list of all the daily things I could do that made me happy. I made a list of all the people in my life that made me happy. I made a list of things I wanted to do that would make me happy. And I focused on those lists, like a recipe.
Doing these things that make me feel happy will get me these big dreams?! DONE!
Two months later I got the call….. from my dream agent. And 2 months after that I booked my first commercial. I can safely say I allowed all that in through my happiness.
Just how happy are you?
What are you doing to safeguard your happiness?
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