Scars

"Even scars fade..."

Despite popular belief. Scars are not forever. They do fade. They soften. They slowly begin to blend back in with the rest of who we are. We talk as if they are forever, as if nothing new can grow there, or they will remain forever so obvious that if anyone gets close enough, our biggest hurts will be put on display. So what do we do? We hide them. We spend energy attempting to somehow camouflage them, OR we flaunt them to show the world how tough we are, where we've been, and where we'd like the world to believe we aren't afraid to go. We speak of the "scars on our hearts" that will apparently debunk every other heart related experience we could ever possibly have. We attach meaning, weight, significance and you can literally watch someone's face change as the subject arises. I'm here to assure you... those scars don't last forever. Sure the deeper one's may take a few years to lighten and soften but they will, both the physical and emotional ones...

Stepping Outside of Myself

Since it has been some time since I've written what I would consider a good & decent blog, my creative spark is taking few moments to really begin to burn. My sole purpose here today is to help re-ignite my creativity, which I've felt has almost been blown out in my steps in balancing out my life over the past year. A full cycle has come to pass. I moved here to the Lansing area a year ago this week. The foundation of which I built my life upon in the 4 years prior shifted, dramatically. The 4 years prior had been about ME. All about me. I got sober, I was in nursing school, I left AA, I quit smoking, I lost weight. I set out on a journey to fix me, get to know me, better me, & love me. And I did. All of the things in my life that helped me to do all of this, seemed to *poof* leave my life with a single truck load of things, my cat, and my plants as the decision was made on a Thursday afternoon to start something new, with someone else, somewhere else. Here I was 2 hours away from everything that helped keep me stay grounded over the last 4 years; no gym, no yoga, no uncle, no sober friends who had walked the journey with me. With the same fervor I used to better me, I began pouring everything I knew about who I was & life in general into this relationship I came here for. After all, it was something I had never experienced. A committed? Healthy? Loving relationship?! What was that?!?! 5 years ago I couldn't even fathom what that was like. It was something that required all of me for it to grow. And it has. I finally understand contentment. I finally live in the sweet spot I have searching for my entire life. Here is balance, and most significantly, it's not about me anymore.

So herein lies my work.

I've realized that over the last 5 years, I could have been a much better friend. I could have been a much better daughter, niece, sister, cousin, & girlfriend. I have always considered myself extremely blessed in the area of friends. God has always put the most amazing people in my life, and I have allowed them to feel less than important. I have allowed them to fade out of my life because of my inability to show them how much they meant to me through my actions. I've begun the journey of stepping outside of myself. Of rebuilding what can still be re-built. This is not self-pity; I did that weeks ago. This is an acknowledgment of a weakness, a bringing of the darkness into the Light. Whereas I have attacked many areas of my life with determination and gusto; this one requires patience, gentleness, humility, & grace. It requires an understanding that it is not in my control, I can simply give without expectation, as many have given to me. This is my apology. This is my thank you. You all know who you are. 

With Grace & Gratitude...

Dot

Confessions of an Aspiring Power-lifter

I say confession because my love of power-lifting isn't something I really express to people outside of those who I train with in the gym. Burkey knows. Tracy is finding out. My girlfriend & a few others may have a pretty good idea. It's not something I feel comfortable showing to many people, people who don't get it. People who have never had there hands wrapped around that bar and pushed themselves to the limits few will. I fucking love it. I love everything about it. I lay in bed at night and wonder what my PR's are now. how the training I've been doing with Tracy (who is a pro power-lifter) is preparing me for the next phase of my journey, and replay the days workout in my head... what could I have done differently? Could I have pushed myself more? Did I work smart? Am I satisfied with where I'm at?  What was my diet like today?  I touch the calluses on my hands in admiration, a sense of pride. I admire hard work. I admire people who don't give up even when it hurts, when they want to, when everyone around them is telling them it's okay to give up. I love training. I've been training for almost 4 years now, for nothing more than the ability to do a pull up, loose some weight, be able to pull myself over the walls at the warrior dash. I've trained really hard for seemingly small things, lol. When I'm entirely honest with myself, let's face it... I just like to train. Any excuse will do for me, I like to life heavy things, I like to be strong. I love to push myself to the limits. It strengthens me on all levels. It grounds me and teaches me about life, about how I react to life. It. Makes. Me. Happy.

Power-lifting just seems like the next logical step...

Are You Fucking Kidding Me!?

I read an article about a week ago in Shape Magazine that has since rolled around in my head picking at my muse... "How one woman overcomes tragedy and creates the life she's always wanted." 

I thought, INSPIRATION! I love stories of inspiration, who doesn't?! There's something beautiful & gracious about overcoming adversities, about determination & sacrifice. I was quickly disappointed to discover the article, wasn't in fact about any of that. It was about "combo-pilling" which means taking two different kinds of "fat-burners" or diet pills. Specifically Zantrex-3 and Relacore, and was suggest by her personal trainer! I shook my head. What is this telling people? My immediate thoughts consisted of what a shitty trainer, her heart is going to explode, she didn't overcome ANYTHING nor did she create anything, it was created for her. No deep rooted issues were addressed, there was no sacrifice, She will be right back where she started in only in worse health and more frustrated. I saw a giving up. I saw weakness. I saw another fat American claim that life was too hard, and it promoted by a source that I look to, (among others) for ideas to stay healthy and fit safely. To say I was disappointed, doesn't even cover it. So there, there's my rant.

My Two Cents on Gay Marriage

I feel compelled to touch on the issue of gay marriage.  It's difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that this is still an issue. I forget sometimes that it is still illegal in most states for people in love of the same sex to marry. It blows my mind. The falling leg that so many are still trying to stand on is literally crumbling, and it's palpable. You can feel it. You can hear it in the shaky-ness of the voices on CNN "uh, well... um..." What?! Really?! The arguable reasons attempting to slow down this process have no sustenance. I mean c'mon! Gay people have been getting married for a few years now! IT'S HAPPENING. Right now. At this very moment, I'm sure somewhere a gay couple are taking vows of marriage. So what is the hold up? What are they fighting against? It's a body in motion, and physics states a body in motion, stays in motion. It's funny to me. All these legalities. And the thing is... it's not even about gay marriage. It's about change. It is a blatant representation of people's unwillingness to change. And I don't mean the generic "change" of a word that has been thrown around carelessly at times in our nation's history in the name of political or presidential votes, I'm talking about gut, energetic, shifts of energy inside the hearts and minds of people. Not just American's, of people. We use titles and descriptions and classes and continue to separate ourselves from each other. We have gays and straights, and blacks and whites, and men and woman, and American's and Europeans.... and countless subcultures. The sooner we realize, actually the sooner it is accepted that we all are connected in an intricate and dependent fashion, the sooner the world and all the people in in can truly begin to heal.

I get it. I can be stubborn too. And it I have been known to fight until I wear my little self out. Until I'm exhausted and done, and acceptance is all that is left. And that is what some are doing right now, they are wearing their little selves out. The old ways aren't working anymore. It's so simple, some are attempting to do the same things over and over again, call it different things and are expecting different results. It doesn't work like that. lol Love in all forms WILL prevail. "Love is patient, love is kind." Love is slowly and patiently coming to forefront, and won't hurt anyone on it's way there. Except maybe some ego's as it's illusion of control fade like smoke in a room.

With Grace & Gratitude...

Inspired

"To the extent that the person you were will effect who you are; it already has."

If that doesn't make sense, which it may not... let me break it down for you. I told that to a very dear who had been sober for somewhere around 6 years, I think I little longer. Someone who also felt the draw to remove themselves from the traditional 12 step programs and live her life, taking what she learned and left. I can relate to that. The thing about her though, is she done the work. She did. Some people can be in that program for 15 years, and still never do the work, the real work. The work that is required to make a radical change in who you are and the life that you are living. They will find themselves continuously re-living in the past in the name of "never forgetting your last drunk or your doomed to re-peat it" mindset. Don't get me wrong, the 12 steps of alcoholics anonymous had a dramatic positive impact on my life, but when it was done, it was done. It had served its purpose, and like my friend... I walked away. I went against the grain. We both went against the grain. And when our worlds didn't collapse, when we weren't found in a drunken stupor begging for help and forgiveness having exploded and taken out everyone around us... it challenged everything so many had been taught about "the program." And it scares them. To the extent that the person you were will effect who you are; it already has simply means, yes, the person she was has shaped her into the person she is now, but in a good way. She has done the work to re-balance that, to counter-act that if you will. That person, who she was, has already created the change within her it was suppose to, and she can let it go now. She can root completely in the person she is now, and move forward. And as always, with gratitude.

THESE are one of the kinds of people who truly inspire me. People who change. Who come like a Phoenix from the flames. Those who trust enough to step out on faith. To take chances. To risk everything they ever believed to be true about their life, for the possibility, that they can live the life they've always dreamt of living. Those who do things even though they are afraid, who burst in the darkest parts of who they are with a willingness and readiness to not leave until all is Light. People who beat the odds, and not because they set out to do so, but because they remained true to themselves. I admire these people and so grateful to  be able to call many of them friends.

With Grace & Gratitude...

Home Again, Home Again Jigitty Jig

"You need to find your own purpose, I cannot build desire."

I've found my gym. I knew it the moment I saw that quote. I walked around it today slowly, purposefully. It was that same "home" feeling I got when I found my yoga studio here in the Lansing area. Like I could breathe again.  I felt humbled, and grateful and tearful. There's something about privately owned and run gyms that inspire me. When flat screen TV's don't cover the walls, pretty things aren't the focus. The basics are there, in working condition. Nothing to distract you from the work it takes to reach your goals. A dusty radio in the corner with an ipod/phone hook-up that looks like it might work, a drop box for payments if you want to buy something, and cardio equipment that has definitely already seen it's best days. There's something demanding of rows of free weights, racks of barbells, and a room specifically designed and dedicated to maxing out, to creating your personal record (at-least that's the way it appeared). I stood the longest in that room. You could feel the pride, the dedication, the excitement. I felt relief. I was inspired to be on that board. Motivated to prove myself to someone who didn't know me through my actions instead of talking a lot of shit about the things "I used to do" before I moved to Lansing. I've lost a little bit of my cockiness as it pertains to the gym and training; 25lbs will do that too you. I miss lifting really heavy things. I didn't do much today. I got my ass on three treadmills before I found one I didn't think was going to throw me off because I just wanted to take it all in. I wanted to bathe myself in this place, a place which was already mimicking some of the things I value most in training. Grateful doesn't begin to describe what I felt in that moment. I saw a no bullshit attitude. I saw hard work and I saw trust. I saw me at 180lbs.

PS- Maybe the universe was trying to tell me something as it was continuously denying my access to the old gym... smh

With Grace & Gratitude