I have never really understood why we had to fit our lives into a box. The box I am speaking about is the check box on forms; race, color, gender, marital status. Ah yes, that glorious “marital status” section of all forms. The box where you declare if you are: Single/Married/Widowed/Divorced.
Divorced- a term to state “freedom” for some, “fail” for others. No matter if you chose to get divorced, or if it was chosen for you, someone is typically hurt in the process. So why should I have to be reminded of a bad couple of marriages, because you refuse to let me label myself as “single” instead?
Well guess what?.... I’m doing it anyway. That is the label I earned when the papers were finalized. You do not get to determine if I am labeled as walking away from a bad marriage (or two). Only I get to decide what happens to me after my marriages. I became Single.
Single to determine my own future. Single to put myself first. Single to love myself without anyone else’s approval. Single to try new things. Single to get uncomfortable and meet new people. Single to open my heart back up and see what the world has to hold. Single to be a Storm Chaser and conquer any storm.
So, if you are expecting me to check the box labeled “Divorced,” you will forever be waiting. I am Single; and I am LOVING IT!
Being single is not always easy. Many times we lose our way. We let life defeat us. We lose confidence. We forget that we are Storm Chasers, and all that we are truly capable of. However, my BFF Storm Chaser is here to save us all!
It is hard when life wins to the point that you can’t feel good about yourself. For me, it is much needed medication that causes massive weight gain. It is hard to stay inspired to change for the better when you know you are just going to lose the battle anyway.
Surviving a marriage that took away everything that I used to be, I was lost. I was a size 16. I hated clothes shopping. It was a depressing chore. Sometimes it still is. I get sick more often than not. My body is not in shape to fight what is thrown my way, and my heart and head had gotten to the point where it quite frankly doesn’t care.
It was time to put my running shoes back on and chase this storm. It was time to no longer let it win.
It has been over two years since my adventures began. I started to struggle to get through them simply because my body wasn’t able to.
My BFF felt the exact same. We had forgotten our capabilities. We had let the struggle of life win. We wanted to get healthy, and feel good about ourselves. We wanted to beat this storm. So we decided to do just that.
I have not exactly been too successful yet. First I fell down a flight of stairs that put my ankle in a boot. This did nothing but discourage me. My BFF encouraged me to hold on. We would get there.
It took FOREVER to get the dang thing off! However, I wanted her to begin, even if it meant I would be behind. She put on her running shoes, and made the storm calm without much fighting at all.
As you can see, she was struggling just like me. However, her determination was even stronger than what I desired to accomplish. She posted her journey on Facebook in order to remind us all…Storm chasing isn’t always easy, but we are capable of #SurvivingOurStorms.
One of the things I love the most about this woman is her character. She is encouraging, sweet, patience, loving, and more! Even on her worst days, she was cheering me on as if I was more of a priority than her. That’s probably why she’s my BFF.
Yes, she’s just as smoking hot as ever, but it’s not about getting skinny. That’s just a bonus. The fire that resides in her is so inspiring; you can’t help but want to be just like her. Her determination puts you in constant awe. Her support makes your heart want to burst from the love for her.
We share our struggles now that I am a member of 9Round. I have let depression win occasionally, and she has helped me get through it to get my butt back into class. Although I can’t seem to beat the habit of sneaking ice cream, she still cheers me on and lectures me to stay on point.
My progress is slower. Probably from the ice cream, but we’re not going to talk about that…ha! However, I now fit into my size 14 skinny jeans. A feeling of accomplishment that is overwhelming has emerged. It’s not about losing weight. That is just an added bonus. The first time I went, I could not even make it to round 4 without quitting. I quickly made it through 9 every time! Some days I am less successful. Sometimes I have to take fewer breaks. Sometimes I feel like I will never get finished.
Then I think of my BFF. Successful with her determination to find herself, and I push myself to get through each round no matter what! Even though 9Round is my favorite exercise program EVER, I still have a habit of letting depression win. I have a habit of not pushing myself through that front door, knowing that I cannot use any of my excuses to avoid feeling better.
However, my BFF always comes to the rescue with encouraging words, and the ability to always be there for me.
There are other Storm Chasers that are determined to keep me on track. Even my favorite 13 year old takes the ice cream away when she’s with me, and gives me something healthy instead. Another friend is nothing but supportive, and I can’t help but love his determination for my success. They make sure that healthy choices are made even when we eat out. I get lectured and pushed to get my dang feet through that front door. They workout with me, and help me stay on track. They know how much I desire to be healthy, ice cream monster or not!
Surviving storms is not always easy. However, you would be surprised how much support is out there for you when you need it most. Even though I struggle a lot these days, I am always here to struggle and survive with you. It’s time to put those running shoes on. It’s time to remember how good it feels to be Storm Chasers!
Uber. A way to ride around town when you don’t have a car, have had too much to drink, or simply cannot drive yourself. It is also a way for drivers to earn some extra cash on their own terms. However, do you know who your Uber Driver is?
A concept that was spoke about often, but never tried. In a time when extra cash was needed to help pay for school, I decided to see what the craze was all about.
After a very vigorous background check, and more hoops to jump through than any previous job I have had, I was given the forms and stickers to get on the road. Although I knew how thorough they had been with me, are they thorough at all about who gets in your car?
This girl is not frail, but she is a girl all the same. I was uneasy about what this “job” had in store for me. I was definitely going to be uncomfortable! So off I went.
The first rider was naturally nerve wracking for me. The second rider was more fun. Then I was hooked. Kansas City is FULL of various characters. This adventure was definitely going to have me meet them all…
Some are from out of town and ask for the best of Kansas City. Some want you to log off and come party with them because they love you that much. Some are quiet and don’t speak at all. Some tell you about their lives without breathing at all. Some require you to put on your super hero cape as you attempt to get them home without valid details. Some, you just hope fall asleep so they don’t throw up in your car.
Others teach me about careers that I never knew existed. Some give me life advice that I use! Some are unhappy and try to make you unhappy as well just to feel better. Others unknowingly learn about the ASL culture, because they happened to ask the question that opens the door.
Some laugh and say you’re amazing for your ability to entertain. Others sing to the radio with you and show you new car dancing moves. Some even give college and career advice. They teach you of what is to come. Yes, Kansas City carries many interesting characters whether residents or simply visitors.
However, do you know your Uber Driver? They are just as fascinating, and they only get rated without their stories being told.
Some are struggling college students trying to make some extra cash. Some are simply trying to make ends meet. Some love it so much it’s their only job they want. Some simply love the extra cash on the schedule they choose to have. Some are bloggers curious to see what the hype is all about. Sometimes your Uber Driver is a little of all of these.
Just like any career, there are people that put a bad taste in your mouth. They ruin your experience, making it hard to do it again. Some are talkers. Some are not. However, many of the drivers are just as fascinating as the characters of Kansas City.
A job that was just to be a quick and easy way to make money, while also being a Chasing Stormi Adventure, became even more than that.
I was reminded of how many characters the world holds. I was reminded of where hidden treasures were in the Kansas City area. I learned that it’s fun to make money playing chauffer. I learned how easy to help make ends meet, simply by swiping the “online” button to the right. I now know the fascination is on both sides. I know that I might learn as much from the driver as I do from my riders. So do you know your Uber Driver? Are you curious to see how much character THEY hold? I dare you to get uncomfortable and find out. You might learn something.
With Cats and Mats being one of the most entertaining experiences, there was no WAY I was going to turn down the chance to do Poses with Pups in the Park! I grabbed my mat and eagerly headed out.
Reality set in as I got close to the park. In my excitement to do yoga with dogs, I forgot a very important factor. I am highly allergic to grass. This was going to be tricky. I was definitely going to end up uncomfortable! However, I was not going to pass this up.
I sat in my car, strategizing, while I waited for everyone else to arrive.
I can do this. I just can’t touch the grass. All I have to do is stay on the mat, right? Well, minus the fact that the grass would blow over the top of the mat. It wouldn’t move off of the mat while we found our Zen either.
I kept my tennis shoes on, put my yoga gloves, and made what adjustments I could. I had to miss out on my favorite part of yoga. I love the unwinding at the very end of the session. Nothing is sweeter than lying on your back, with your eyes closed, feeling the elements, and finding your peace. Unless those particular elements try to take you out….ha!
However, the experience was just as amazing as with the mischievous kittens! If you do yoga at home with furry friends, then you already know what a “special” event this is. You struggle to finally find balance and BAM! Out of nowhere a cold, wet nose and “helping paws” will have you flat on your back, laughing your butt off. Once again, I found myself laughing more than balancing. I was okay with that.
If you are looking to enjoy some fun activities, and make new furry friends, be sure to follow my friend. Cindy Newland owns #intentionallyeat! You will be able to find out first hand when these events take place, while learning great tips for healthy eating!
You cannot mention the word “tattoo” without immediately being emerged into the age old controversy surrounding it. Some believe it is just a sign of rebellion. A way to tarnish the godly temple that you were bestowed at birth in order to “get even”. Others view it as a way to express their individualism. A way to show off things that make them proud to be who they are.
My initial thoughts were pain, permanence, and regret. I spent a lot of years listening to horror stories about people who later regretted their symbols of expression. The agonizing pain that came with the permanent mark was not motivating either. A permanent mark, mind you, that would not be disappearing any time soon.
I had the friends that loved their self-expression. I heard the ongoing theme, “Once you get one, you won’t stop there!” There have been several personal storms that I have had to chase to get to the other side. Each time my friend, Shannon, would talk about the freedom of expressing oneself after such massive storms. The idea became fascinating quickly. The bravery to follow through seemed to refuse to come at all. I loved my flighty friend. She encouraged me to start stepping outside of my comfort zone early on in our relationship. She also amazingly respected me even if I wasn’t ready.
We had the tattoo conversation more and more as I got older. As a dancer, it was too much of a pain to always try to hide the symbol of self-expression according to my co-workers. I wasn’t a fan of pain regardless, but it was the permanence of picking the wrong symbol to represent your personal awesomeness that I could never seem to get past. And then Chasing Stormi arrived.
Recently, I have had the strong desire to set her free now that all of my finals were done. She hasn’t been able to play much during school, which I guess is why I felt I needed to go extreme. The desire to get that symbol of self-expression grew quickly once more. However, the actual symbol continued to escape me.
One day the vision came as clear as day. Now all I had to do was to suck it up and actually follow through.
On a random afternoon after seeing my mama bear I thought, “Heck. I guess I should at least find out how much it would cost.” However, when I arrived and explained what I wanted the price was good, they were eager to do it then and there, and if I just said the word “yes” I wouldn’t even be able to stop myself. The word fell out of my mouth before I realized it.
The panic attack quickly set in. “What the heck was I thinking?!” Then I thought about all of my tattooed friends. Shame on them for being signs of inspiration dang it! My body shook. I kept forgetting to breathe. “Stop being a wuss and step outside of your comfort zone like you were meant to!” she scolded me. So I laid on the table and sang while the polite young man did his thing. He laughed often as my singing grew louder to get through the pain. When finished he informed me that I did excellent for my first one. I corrected him by stating it would be my ONLY one.
I did it. I faced my fear and I was able to find something that I would NEVER regret being my symbol of self-expression. All of the people that said it wouldn’t hurt obviously were drunk, ha! However, I survived all the same. Some people will judge. Others congratulate. I am actually quite fond of it. So I will stand proudly on the ink side of the controversy. What about you?...
Two messages came through Facebook asking me to contact a couple of friends I haven’t heard from in a while one Saturday night. I acquired these friends during my marriage to the #FallenHero. These friends knew all the original parties well.
First one asked if I heard about the #FallenHero. My automatic response was “What has he done now?...” The response was one I wasn’t expecting.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what? It’s been two years…”
“No honey. He’s dead. They found him. He died of liver failure,” she said quietly on the phone.
The words “Well at least he didn’t shoot himself in the head again” tumbled out of my mouth without a thought. My focus was immediately on his family. They had already lost enough.
“Yes,” she said quietly again. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” I asked. “It was an end we all knew was coming. It actually came a lot sooner than I had expected.” Why would someone say they felt sorry for me? We weren’t married any more. We hadn’t been in touch since the divorce got finalized. The only thing I knew was that he was literally right across the street in our old townhome without knowledge of me being so near. And the automatic panic attack that appeared at the sight of a bright blue car. Heck, it didn’t even have to be a Focus! This made absolutely no sense.
Don’t get me wrong. I knew the man he was capable of being even if he chose not to be that man for a good portion of our relationship. But I couldn’t quite rap my head around why everyone wanted to send condolences to a dead marriage involving a hero that had fallen long ago.
Although it was nice to hear from this long lost friend, I still couldn’t figure out why people were behaving the way they were. Was I supposed to be feeling different? I called mama bear. My first response after trying to state the obvious to others was that maybe I should reach out to his family. They had already lost one son. It seemed like it was the humane thing to do. Mama bear gave me a second to process it.
“No. I shouldn’t do that.”
“No. You shouldn’t,” she said quietly on the phone. “People disperse their anger to anyone that is easily available whether it is wrong or not. You already had to bear that role multiple times. Do you really want to do it once more?...”
“No,” I said honestly. Still unsure of exactly what I was supposed to do with this information. We talked for what seemed like hours. A normal routine for us. I went through a range of emotions.
He will remain the start of my adjusted sails, but he will never be the one to control this boat. I am glad that no more pain can come from this storm. I also know that it was this storm that could never define me. I just grew that much stronger. Now the winds have died and all is at peace. The sky has cleared for both of us. Today, we are both free.
Storms don’t have to be about alcoholism or abuse. Storms can be bad days at work, struggles with a 13 year old, and a serious need to sleep. Storms can be working at crappy jobs with even more crappy co-workers and management. Storms can be terrible projects that cause the desire to throw your computer out the window. Storms can be the battles of emotions within ourselves. However, storms can be as simple as never getting to go to the bathroom alone. The truth of the matter is that storms can be any shape and size. But they aren’t outrunable! (Yes, I just made up a word…) Whatever your storm, you’re not alone. I have my shoes laced up and am ready to run right beside you. Let’s do this!
If we knew what really happened behind closed doors we would most likely be shocked into disbelief more than any reality show could produce. For example….The picture above is around two days of consumption. It always fascinated me how much my fallen hero could consume. Well, until his liver began to disagree.
Yes, this was my life. A life that no one knew until now. A piece of my life that I share with you simply so you will always remember that you can survive any storm. Yes, this was my life that no one knew. I had to take a picture one day because I knew no one would believe me when the truth came out. I had lied for so long that I think I even had myself fooled. However, reality had me not wanting to go home and praying that he would be passed out by the time I got there. Sometimes luck shined on me. Others, not so much. However, I gave vows “for better or for worse…” I was eagerly waiting “for better.”
Why would you even bother in the first place?! Well, it wasn’t always like this. In the beginning he prepared for war. I knew what he could become even if he didn’t see it himself. I could see it. And I would save him from himself. I just didn’t know that he was already lost beyond reach. No one bothered to tell me the past until they dropped him in my lap and said, “Best of Luck!” It was okay. I knew who he could be. I could save him….
War came and he wasn’t allowed to drink overseas. I would tell him out loud, “There you are…” He’d smile and tell me he loved me, and I believed he did until the war ended. I can say that there were “for better” moments. I just don’t remember them very well with all that replaced them. Yes, this was what my life had become.
We had an ongoing epidemic that I referred to as the #vodkaflu. He had it a lot. It kept him sick on the couch as our living room turned into the picture above. I despised the #vodkaflu. It took away what “for better” memories I started with. It left me alone to support us both. It made me bitter and hateful and not liking the world at all. Sometimes it even left me alone at home because he had disappeared with no word at all. But no one needed to know the #vodkaflu consumed my house. So I became really good at smiling and acting the part of a proud military wife. Behind closed doors was another story. There were holes in the walls, venomous words that will never be able to be taken back, hand to body contact, and a desire to lock the bedroom door and pray we didn’t touch in bed when sleeping. Yes, this was my life. See what things we find when we open closed doors? See what storms hide that no one knows….
Yes, that WAS my life, and after 5.5 years of realizing I couldn’t save someone who had no desire to be saved himself, I laced up my shoes and I ran. I escaped the storm. I escaped the alcoholism and #vodkaflu that almost caused me to completely drown. This storm was not going to take me. This storm was going to carry me!
So here I sit with two years of freedom under my belt. Recently, I found that I would be free forever. The fallen hero had fallen for good and would not be getting back up. Liver failure shockingly enough. He put himself on a path of destruction and a desire to simply drink himself to death. A path I could not follow. I had to lace up my shoes and save myself, and despite the fact that some blame me for his end I know that there was nothing more I could have done before leaving. I couldn’t save him, but I could save myself and I did.
The storm carried me to safety and on my own separate path. I was not the same person, and I was going to stay that way. So Chasing Stormi began. Now I have a new life. A life of being uncomfortable, making new friends, finding adventures, and smiling for real once more. So tell me….are you ready to lace up your shoes and run with me?....
Today I had lunch with a man that spoke of great wisdom and someone I would proudly call a new friend. “Why do I care?” you ask. Well, because I found myself learning a lesson that I think we all need to remember. After getting caught up some as to what was happening in our lives these days, he kept telling me, “You don’t need to be perfect.” My response was always, “Yes, I know. I just do my best for that day.” As we continued our talk and I confessed my current sense of drowning in a life without balance, he continued to state…”You don’t need to be perfect.” My response continued to be the same, but I began to wonder…was I not making any sense when I was speaking? It definitely wouldn't be the first time! As usual, the constant auto-replay of this ADHD brain brought me to pure realization. I was lying. I was lying to myself every day, and had been for months now. I wasn’t just trying to give my best for that day. I was pushing to be perfect without even realizing it. At everything. To the point that I feel so stretched and I am failing at it all! And yet a stranger that knew nothing of me suddenly knew me better than I had known myself for months. A person can only be perfect at being imperfect. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s time to stop beating ourselves up. Make time to reward ourselves for our awesomeness. It’s time to find balance once more. We don’t have to do it all. We want to, but that doesn’t mean we should kill ourselves trying to. As my new friend reminded me, "You still have plenty of time." So take a breath. Relax your overly tensed and stressed body. And be what you are meant to be! Perfectly Imperfect.
“I can only show you the door. You’re the one that has to walk through it.” -Morpheus
This quote ran through my head as goggles took my eyes into darkness. A touch of a hand on my shoulder let me know that controls were being placed in my hands. I could hear directions being spoken my way, but they were faint and distant.
Suddenly I was standing on the corner of a balcony in some industrial hanger.
Welcome to virtual reality (VR). I was shown the door. Now I just had to walk through it.
I found myself playing archer while trying to keep the castle safe. I didn’t do so well. The castle was actually breached every single time. After much frustration it was time to go duck hunting. It was surreal to turn my head in any direction, and still get the 3D experience. My arms were growing tired. Who knew VR was such a workout? It turns out that I can shoot a virtual gun much better than use a virtual bow and arrow. Either way, my dad would have been proud!
The controls quickly turned into swords as I sliced a piece of fruit to determine my destiny. I have to say that Fruit Ninja quickly became my new favorite game. I loved listening to the swooshing of the swords as I sliced and diced the fruit that fell from above. This was a great stress reliever that I desperately needed!
There are many games and experiences to choose from these days. Your phone even becomes a virtual door with unlimited possibilities. As Morpheus is quoted, “I can only show you the door. You’re the one that has to walk through it.” Whether you are doing virtual reality, or simply living in reality, I encourage you to always walk through the door. Otherwise, you would miss what great experience is waiting for you on the other side. Plus, the best thing about doors is they can always be closed if they are not the right one for you.
So what the heck is so important about being a Storm Chaser that is not afraid to step outside of their comfort zone? A lot actually. There are several studies that prove things such as:
1. Stepping outside of your comfort zone builds confidence.
2. It helps make you more flexible to handle whatever comes your way.
3. Stepping outside of your comfort zone helps push you to perform at your peak by constantly challenging yourself.
4. By taking risks, it helps us grow emotionally, physically, and psychologically.
5. Trying new things can help increase your creative side.
6. Believe it or not, embracing new challenges can also help us age better.
Yes, there are many studies that will tell you similar things, and you will most likely be fascinated with inkling to possibly try. But what’s the point in reading studies if you’re not willing to experience it for yourself?
Since Chasing Stormi has started, not only have I faced my own challenges that make me uncomfortable, but I have also grown emotionally, mentally, and physically. I do find myself to be more flexible and open to new things. I have also discovered that I am better at a lot of things I would have never have tried before. Most importantly I am learning a crazy amount of things that I never knew even existed!
I have met a photographer that was supposed to just be a one-time deal with Laughter Loves Photography, and instead gained a friend for life. By doing Yoga with Cats I learned there was so much more to the world of blogging than I could have ever thought was possible! And now I join Tabitha Philen with her Inspired Bloggers University and have gained lifetime skills to not only help me be a better blogger for you, but also to help keep me organized in my day to day life! Unfortunately, with so much school and work I am slow to get going in the game, but did you know that you can build more traffic from Pintrest than Facebook? Who knew?! I can't WAIT to see what else there is to discover in her classes! By taking yoga with Sue I ended up in Belize for a week with a whole new second family of 15! Each adventure not only helps me grow as a person, but it also helps to grow my close circle of friends that support me 100% whether I’m bragging about getting an A in my college class, or struggling to keep my head above water.
Do the studies really hold merit? YES! Is it worth getting a little uncomfortable from time to time? YES! Will life always be as exciting as it is in the baby stage of Chasing Stormi? YES! Because no matter what I will continue to be overwhelmed with new knowledge, finding so many amazing new friends, and seeing the change for the better in myself. So tell me…Are you ready to get comfortable yet?!
Have you ever felt like a tiny person in an enormous and engulfing world? It seems like that’s all I feel as I stagger through this new career that I fell into and wonder if my perfectionism will survive. Whether if it’s Chasing Stormi LLC, or the marketing business in general, I am constantly in awe of how much information there is to know! Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed that I don’t know what to do with myself other than have a panic attack. In fact, I believe that this is my biggest uncomfortable zone I have with at least three more years of trying to find my feet left to go.
Not only has school been a whirlwind of education, but there was a lot more to being in the business of attempting to encourage and inspire as you travel down your own path. I truly believe that I have learned more in the last eight months than my head can possibly hold! So what do you do with so much knowledge in an unknown path? You learn to get comfortable with being tiny….
Those panic attacks will always be there. They will sneak up on you without any warning and you will have to fight to gain breath and calm once more. But we are Storm Chasers! We chase the storm, not get swallowed by it. If Stewart Little andthe Borrowers taught us nothing else it’s that being tiny is nothing at all! It makes us more creative when it comes to getting around and dealing with the engulfing world that we are living in, and who says that’s a bad thing?! Just because you feel tiny doesn’t mean that your heart, ideas, or personality could POSSIBLY be tiny at all! So be tiny. Get Lost. Get uncomfortable.
It’s always amazing to see who is put in your path to make the difference of a lifetime to your heart and soul. Before I start, I want to state that I put no photographer down. There are a lot of great ones out there! I’m sure you can name one or two off the top of your head. I can too. I’ve worked with a lot of great people over the years. And Sharyl is just another example..
When I started this journey I wanted something that was uncomfortable but not TOO disastrous to get me started. So I picked something small. A photo shoot. A photo shoot with a company called Laughter Loves Photography. After coming down with a meeting place, I packed three outfits and tried to remind myself that I was worth something and it was going to get caught on camera. Hopefully.
I witnessed a very tall, very skinny, and very pregnant beautiful woman step out of her car. She hugged me instantly with a very excited welcome. Well, at least I knew I was going to have fun. And boy did I! The thing I found most fascinating was the lengths this woman would go to get what promised to be the perfect picture. As she squatted, climbed fences, climbed trees, carried more props at once than I had fingers and toes, I was very sure that either that baby was going to come out right then and there from all the exercise, or I would have to go to the Olympics to see this kid who was obviously going to be some kind of gymnast. Let’s just say I’m waiting to buy a ticket to the Olympics in future years…
Besides laughing so hard the entire time that my sides ached two days later, she was personable and cared to see what would come of this project that I had started. By the time I left I knew I would see her again, because I could already call her my friend. So when I needed some fall pictures taken I knew exactly who to call. And when I needed to update my website pictures, again there was no question of who to call. Not only is she kind, entertaining to watch, and forces you to do gymnastics yourself while you both work to get an amazing shot, the woman somehow never fails to catch the best part of me. The first two times I worried about laughing so much with full certainty that NONE of the pictures would look any good. Now I don’t even think twice. Somehow, even when my sides hurt and I don’t think my mouth can smile anymore, those turn out to be the best pictures. I finally saw what the people who loved me saw. And it was beautiful. I’m always anxious to see what beautiful thing that I never see that Sharyl captures on film.
She loves every crazy idea I have and helps me bring it to life. But when I thought her amazingness and creativity could go no further, she introduced “Tiny People” to the world. She’ll even tell you that from the second I saw the first photo I demanded to have some of my own. So once again we set a time. I watched this woman buzz around with such grace as she helped me with my crippled ankle. She even politely made sure that I didn’t look like the clutz I obviously already was. When she handed me her camera to take a picture of her I freaked for fear of dropping it or not getting it right. Even Chasing Stormi got to be a bit of a professional photographer for a day. When I found out why I couldn’t have been more honored. SHE actually wanted pictures of us together and my heart grew 10xs bigger. Yes, this was a friend for life. A friend that captured the most beautiful side of me even when I don’t see it myself. A friend that I even bug from time to time with random need of advice. Yes…not only is this woman one of my favorite photographers out there, full of laughter, life, love, and creativity, but this is a woman who crossed my path to help me see the best I have in me. So if you ever wonder what a good photographer looks like, check out the pictures below. I took them while she shot another person. You know if someone is willing to do all of this, you will never have a bad picture. And this is why I love LAUGH!
When Sharyl Salmonson from Laughter Loves Photography shared her vision of doing a photoshoot with the theme of a Rock Princess, I eagerly volunteered to be a model. I mean who doesn’t want to be a Rock Princess? Plus, any opportunity to work with Sharyl is a complete blast. The process began.
After finding a lavender ball gown and getting all gussied up, I headed downtown to meet my beloved friend. I started to get anxious that I might not be what would make her vision become true. But she was my dear friend, after all, and I had to try.
Pulling up to brick buildings covered with painted art, I was wowed by all of the vibrant colors. I stepped out of the car and got my usual excited hug from Sharyl. I knew no matter what, this was going to be awesome.
She gave me a rock t-shirt to cover the top, tugged at my hair to make it more messy, and handed me the brightest pair of neon pink shoes I had ever seen. Yes, we were going to rock this indeed.
Once again, I attempted to follow her instructions. I really wanted to help her vision come alive. The more we shot, the more that sassy Rock Princess started to show up. Her confidence grew, and she was ready to rock.
I giggled my way through the first 20-30 minutes. I couldn’t make a serious face to save my life. However, this Rock Princess was ready for her performance to wow the world anyway!
Costume change. Another rock t-shirt came out, with new neon blue tennis shoes to switch into. Nothing was cooler than being surrounded by so many bright colors. From her usual gymnastic routine requests, to being covered in flour at the very end, I had the best time yet.
Sharyl made me give back the shoes and shirts, which were super comfortable. She hugged me with excitement and promised pictures soon. As usual she delivered. The Rock Princess was captured on film, along with her sassy attitude.
This is why I love Chasing Stormi so much. I meet so many great people that become dear friends, and I get to do awesome things at the same time! Yes, it definitely pays to step outside of your comfort zone.
It’s funny how many times we find ourselves starting over in a single lifetime. Most of the time not even from our own doing. I know I haven’t gotten to write in a while, and I can’t remember the last time I had the opportunity to go on an adventure. However, I did want you to know that I continue to step outside of my comfort zone to see where life takes me. Summer school pushed me to a new limit, and two months ago I inherited a job duty that was a pure guessing game that I couldn’t seem to guess quite right. So after two months of struggling, stating continuously that I needed better training, and didn’t know how to fix what I was doing wrong because I didn’t even know what it was I was doing wrong I grew incredibly ill.
What cancer had invaded my life to make me so sick yet again? I cut off some inches of my hair hoping to remove some of the weight that was keeping me cemented to the bottom of the ocean floor unable to breathe. Unfortunately, although it did help with my headaches it didn’t help me with my heavy heart. It was clear what was wrong. My work environment was becoming more hostile every day and no matter how hard I tried my best wasn’t ever good enough. Mama bear came to the rescue with her ongoing wise advice yet again. “One breath, one step, one day at a time, baby….You have already walked through the fire, this is just a little heat from the backdraft.” Another friend reminded me that I was too valuable to be taken advantage of or made victim of. There had already been enough of that to last a life time.
So I pushed aside my desire to not rock the boat and looked the boss man in the eyes stating for the hundredth time that I needed better training and was doing the best I could with the tools I was given. I have never been called unprofessional in my life, and this man uttered that word 27 times in less than 24 hours. I was also told I wasn’t taking accountability for my inability to do my job correctly. In my head I hear Lana from Archer say, “nnnnoooopppppeeee.” And just like that I had no job. At 36 I was on the hunt for a new job and trying to collect my self-confidence and worth once more.
Luckily there were plenty of people that were excited to have me as an employee. Things are tight, of course, due to being in between paychecks, but it’s worth digging for change in my couch cushion knowing that I am no longer overworked, underpaid, unappreciated, or a victim. However, something unexpected happened. Yes, I found a new job. Yes, I am already feeling better and making new friends. Yes, I was beaten down to the point of illness and inability to function. But what I wasn’t expecting was how quickly I bounced back. It did not take so long to find my worth. It took zero seconds to not regret standing up for myself. I have been stepping outside of my comfort zone and developed a brand that I couldn’t be more proud of that it was easy to find myself at peace quickly and getting back to loving myself like I deserve. So a project that was started to simply help get me through my divorce and change my ongoing unsuccessful path has become my new life line.
I’m winding down as I work towards finishing my AAS at JCCC. I also found that I have an ability to go even further than expected once I transfer to Park University. I will never stop writing and sharing my experiences with you. They might not be regularly as I would like, but I am not leaving you even as my life seems to be getting crazier and crazier until I finish school. I am here for you and will never be giving up on you. Don’t worry; we will be adventuring together sooner than later! So if you feel like stepping outside of your comfort zone is just a silly adventure to spend your extra time on, know that it does make a difference, especially the more you stick with it. You will bounce back faster. You will find your self-worth faster no matter who tries to take it from you. You will appreciate yourself and all the amazingness you have to offer. So isn’t that worth getting a little uncomfortable?....
I had gone through summer school before; however, this was a more challenging summer semester. I was trying to conquer accounting which has always been a subject that I have struggled with. Business Law was actually interesting, but I spent my whole 4th of July weekend missing family and friends as I continued to try and tackle 11 very long chapters, and I did an internship that wasn’t the growing experience it was supposed to be. How the heck did my friends who had families, worked full-time, and attended school full-time stay sane while getting their BA, MA, or even Doctrine? Granted, I typically work a minimum of 45-50 hours a week in a very stressful setting, but I was only going part-time and I was still dying! I’ll admit that next semester scares me even more because I will have to bump it up to three classes, and I’m not sure I am truly capable. School is harder with medication to slow this ADHD brain down, and they help to make it impossible to truly remember anything. Anxiety fills my mind with the fear that people will expect me to be an expert right out of the gate once I have that piece of paper that says I know what I’m doing. I’m just not 22 anymore. I really do require some sleep. I felt like I was drowning and didn’t know which end was up!
Then a good friend reminded me of something that I always seem to forget. She said, “Breathe….Life is stressful. It always will be. We will never be able to remove all anxiety and stress completely.” We just have to get used to being “uncomfortable” like we do with our adventures.
School is scary, especially as an adult going down an unpredictable path. However, I’m lucky enough to have all my friends and Storm Chasers to help me push through when times are tough and dance with me when final grades come in, and I’m a semester closer. This has been a challenge that has brought excitement, anxiety, and even tears, but that’s what makes life worth living.
Although I don’t get to see Nana as much as I would like, her encouraging phone conversations put my heart at ease. She never misses the opportunity to tell me how proud she is of me which is only a small reason why I love her so much. I have seen no friends really, but they make sure to keep me posted, send me encouragement, and make me laugh when I’m frustrated. Love is beyond the size of space. It surrounds you by putting people in your path to remind you that it exists every day. Even people that you never thought would be in your life again and yet are here and starting fresh making life a little nicer in general.
Remember the phrase, “Your soulmate will come if you stop looking for them”? This still remains to be true today. Stop looking. You have your soulmate. Your soulmate is you.
Who knew such a simple sentence would bring so much horror to a person’s face? “Table for one please.” This was the sentence I uttered to the hostess at the Olive Garden, who looked around behind me to see if anyone was following me.
“Will your party be joining you?” she said.
“No. The party is already here,” I said with a grin.
“We only have large booths available, so do you want to wait until a smaller table is available or simply sit at the bar?” she stated wearily.
“I’ll take a booth please.”
“Seriously?!” escaped from her mouth. I simply smiled and followed the waiter, who also seemed very confused, to the largest booth available. I bounced around until I was in the middle and satisfied.
Five waiters/waitresses, and a manager, each stopped to ask if my other party would be joining me soon. When I stated, “No party. Just me!” with a smile, the look of horror that ran across their faces was priceless! I mean seriously, when did enjoying one’s own company turn into such a horror film for anyone to watch?
Don’t get me wrong, I panicked just like you do when someone first suggested that I spend some alone time with myself and learn to love me. I can’t do that! People will look at me! They will know I am alone, and they will think there’s something “wrong with me”! But sometimes it’s only by getting a little uncomfortable that we discover truly amazing things about ourselves. I did not have this confidence on my first attempt. I took a book to make sure that no one thought I was alone. I didn’t want anyone thinking that I had no friends or was that stereotypical crazy cat lady. When I arrived home, my first thought was, “You know what? That wasn’t so bad.” So I tried again.
This time I didn’t take a book, and I added a movie afterwards! Why had I not done this before?! My love for quality time with me continued to grow to the point that sometimes I now prefer the quietness of myself to the company of others. I also realized that I was the best date ever! Great company, funny, and I am always anxious to see me again. HA!
So when did society decide that this was a bad thing? Are we so caught up with what people think of us that we can’t even appreciate ourselves? And by people, I mean complete strangers who couldn’t care less who you are or what you’re doing. When I suggested to a friend that she should just see the movie alone since she couldn’t find anyone to go with, she protested, “Oh I can’t do that!”
“Umm, why not? It’s pitch black, and I promise you that even if the movie is absolutely horrible, people still won’t be assessing your apparent friendlessness.”
It wasn’t until I stuck my toe outside of my comfort zone that I learned I’m truly a catch! And quality time to reflect on and appreciate who I am and who I am becoming has become my favorite part of the day.
This is not to say that I don’t love hanging out with my friends and family. But I learn a lot about myself by simply taking myself out on a date. I encourage everyone to try it at least once! And from a girl who once believed, like you, that she wasn’t brave enough to enjoy time alone, it’s now a pleasure to confidently say, “Table for one, please!”
If you ever get the chance to do the Cats & Mats Yoga Class, do it. It will make you giggle, while you get a great workout, and you’ll get to share your love with furry friends that deserve your time and attention. Thank you Cindy, for inviting me to play with these fabulous creatures, and teaching me some new yoga moves. I look forward to doing it again.
You know of my love for all furry creatures. When Cats & Mats Yoga Class showed up on Facebook® Events, there was nothing that was going to stop me from checking this out. I grabbed my yoga mat, and headed to old Independence. It always makes me smile to drive through streets with which I was familiar as a teenager. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew it would be a blast either way.
I walked through the door and was immediately greeted by an orange, tabby infant that squeaked at me with big eyes. He took off running, skidding into the curtains across the room. That was my first meeting with Mufasa, one of the many furry friends that the Great Plains SPCA brought. I loved every second of it.
From kittens to young cats, they watched, “helped,” and snuggled with us as we did yoga. What a great way to start the day! Relaxing and invigorating yoga, mixed with an opportunity to bond with the amazing personalities of these little furry comrades. How could it get any better?
Cindy Newland, another friend of Belize Yoga, volunteers at the Great Plains SPCA. She manages Intentionally Eat and is another yoga goddess. We also share the love of blogging.
So there I was…doing downward dog, with Mufasa under my feet. Another kitten stared at me, making it difficult to swing my leg through into Warrior 1. Eyes of curiosity watched my every move…from the middle of mat, of course.
Any bridge position enticed Mufasa to run frantically through the arches we formed with our bodies. During meditation, I felt some tiny paws crawl over my leg. When I rose to take a peek, there was a tiny, black, little buddy staring at me with a tilted head.
We watched these kittens take over our mats, skid across the wood floor, climb the curtains, and check out the scenery outside the window. For some reason Mufasa was fascinated with crawling under everyone’s belly while we were in child’s pose. It was hard to continue doing yoga rather than stopping to cradle this tiny ball of curiosity, and unconditional love. These furry companions were stealing our hearts.
We learned more about the Great Plains SPCA. Not only do these animals need homes, but a simple hour or more of showing them love will help them do better when they get a home.
Most of the Great Plains SPCA animals, dogs and others included, come from such situations where there has been hoarding, or abuse and neglect. They need to learn that people are okay and that they won’t be hurt again. The animals need to learn the power of human love and compassion.
I was tempted to take one home, of course, but had already reached my allowable limit of pets in apartment life. I had to pull myself away with a reminder that the pets I already owned count on me for their care and affection. Besides, I doubt I have the energy for another baby kitten like Mufasa anyway. Goodness!
I had such a great time while collecting money for a much needed service. Thank you CASA for keeping our neglected and abused children of Jackson County safe. Your work does not go unnoticed.
After watching movies like Avengers, Captain America, Thor, Spiderman, and more, I realized that there was a lot that went into becoming a superhero. You must start with the following…
1. Choose your super power. Remember this power will define you and all that you are. Think of the given talents that you already possess. If you don’t feel you have any, then simply pick something you would like to master.
2. Design a costume in which you can easily fight evil, and that won’t strangle you while wearing, and will become a symbol of your secret identity.
3. Choose your weakness. Let’s face it, everyone has a weakness and that’s okay. It levels the playing field for everyone. It’s not fair to others if your awesomeness is so overpowering that no one else gets to share their awesomeness, too.
4. Come up with a name that is easy to say and remember and won’t be easily forgotten. Remember, this will be the most important part of your identity. Be inspired by what already makes you amazing.
5. Practice your superhero stance. This will come in handy when you are standing on rooftops looking over the city after another great adventure.
6. Practice and prepare to face evil. Make sure to keep the innocent safe.
This is exactly what CASA does. Jackson County CASA was founded by the Kansas City chapter of the National Council of Jewish Women to ensure that all abused and neglected children are given a voice in court. Their two main goals include: 1. securing a safe, permanent home for the child, and 2. advocating for appropriate medical, educational, and the therapeutic resources. CASA always makes sure that the child’s interest is protected in court.
When I was offered the opportunity to become a superhero to help raise money for this amazing organization, I jumped at the chance. I mean, who doesn’t aspire to be a superhero?!
On June 21, 2016, Chasing Stormi came to the rescue….
Superpower = spreading awesomeness with a smile, while inspiring others to be brave and step outside of their comfort zone.
Weakness = being a people pleaser to the point of losing herself.
Name = Chasing Stormi.
Costume = Cape + Tutu + Mask + Hair Pom-Poms.
Stance = chin up, hands on hips, resolved expression.
Ready = always.
When I entered Chef Amber’s Bed and Breakfast I was immediately wowed by this petite woman full of energy and passion. Amber DiGiovanni was buzzing around making last minute preparations as I wondered around the living room looking at all of her pictures. The first one that caught my eye was of her in a showgirl outfit holding feathered fans. It immediately reminded me of my Vegas days. When I asked when she was a dancer she said she still was! This petite, blonde woman that reminded me of my Grandma Max is a one woman show. LITERALLY! When she’s not teaching cooking lessons, writing cook books, speaking, playing historian among so much more, this ball of fire is performing a one woman show portraying Miss Sally Rand! And she was going to continue to wow me for a whole hour while teaching me cooking tricks I never knew before!
As we learned how to make Chicken in White Wine Cream Sauce, Garlic Herb Scones, and Bananas Foster we had interesting discussions on cooking tips. When boiling pasta do you add salt or not add salt? Add oil or not add oil? Which is healthier? Salt or sea salt and why? Did you know that you can find sea salt as far up as the Appalachian Mountains? Because if you think about it, the whole world was under water at one point. Did you know there’s even such a thing as black sea salt?...Would you like to save 1/3 of your asparagus? Simply peel the woody part that is so hard to eat to get to the delicious meat. I even learned that a potato can’t fix an overly salty soup, so remember once you salt you can’t go back…. We learned what utensils worked best for specific tasks and how to use them properly and oh so much more!
We laughed, drank wine, and had a blast learning tricks of the trade for every day chores! I even made a new friend out of it. So when you get on Groupon be sure to get the Chef Amber Cooking Class voucher. You never know what tricks and secrets you’ll learn!
When having lunch with my favorite single gal pal, she mentioned something that peeked my interest. “Someone called me a man hater the other day,” she said. WHAT?! “Yeah. Someone called me a man hater the other day. I’m not a man hater. Just because I know what I want and deserve isn’t a bad thing. But if you’re being anything less I’m going to call you out on it!” As she should! As we ALL should! So why do we get the label of “man hater” because we know what we deserve and we won’t stand for anything less?...
I believe we gain the “man hater” label when we become a little too hard to handle. When we’re no longer satisfied being in the submissive role. We don’t bow down just to be in a relationship. We know our worth and we settle for nothing less. We have our own mind and many of us are controlling our own destiny without relying on a man to produce it for us. So in reality, it’s not a “man hater” label we should gain. It’s a “not putting up with your misconception of me anymore” label.
Some men LOVE that they have a partner that is strong and can hold their own. A partner who will challenge them without agreeing just to agree. A partner that can take care of herself, the whole family, neighbor kids, pets, work, and house duties all within less than 24 hours only to do it all over again the next day! Taking away any one or more things from this list does not mean they are any less of a partner of power either.
It actually seems to be the men that can’t handle such power who are the ones that are handing out the “men hater” label to women. I mean, they have to have some excuse to share with their buddies why they haven’t been snatched up yet, because the truth doesn’t help make them shine. And for the girls that give the “man hater” label to their friends, co-workers, etc? Well, they do it because they haven’t learned how to be that powerful woman that knows what she deserves and won’t stand for anything less just yet.
So how do we react to such obvious misconceptions of ourselves?...Well, we could call the person out and try to explain all the ways they are wrong, however, that will most likely fall on deaf ears. So why not smile and say, “Thank you.” And when they are taken back you can say, “It’s okay. You’ll find your power one day.” Maybe we will “man hate” until we find one we actually like. The one that is worthy to have us. Maybe we will “man hate” because we’re too busy making a difference and changing the world while enjoying friends, family, and life. Either way, I don’t mind “man hating” right now, because quite frankly I don’t deserve anything less than what I deserve. And neither do YOU!
When Super Sue got me into contact with Jeremy Struemph I really had no idea what a great friendship this was going to become. However, Jeremy provides an adventure of his own. You see, he works at iFly in Overland Park, KS where you can do indoor skydiving! Super Sue went and of course did the “You must do this for your blog!” hook line making it impossible to once again say no.
I have to say that I had never looked at any other adventures before jumping into them, but this one I did investigate a minimal amount because for some reason this was proving to cause more anxiety then snorkeling did and we all know that I was in tears before I did that. So I guess I peeked because I didn’t want to be quite so hysterical this time….ha!
I watched the videos of Jeremy jumping from planes and helping people to safety on the internet, and I still didn’t quite get why so many people liked this activity. Maybe because my doubtful rationality side was kicking in on overdrive with thoughts of “I don’t understand how watching the land below you come at you before you crash land could possibly be fun…” but it was time to be less doubtful. Doubtful rationality keeps us safely tucked away in our comfort zones and quite frankly that’s not what Chasing Stormi is about. So I watched the video explaining how the tunnel worked and called it a day. It was time to say yes and jump. No more letting doubt win. It was time to go back to having faith in myself again. So I contacted Jeremy and set a date.
When you first meet Jeremy you like him right away. He’s full of energy and reassurance and you immediately know you’re in good hands. I did the classroom first where you learn how to position yourself and the hand signals they use in the tunnel since there’s no way to hear each other. Then I got to watch a class before me fly so I could see what works and what doesn’t work. The first thing I noticed was how attentive and amazing each instructor was with each group of students. They are all fun and reassuring and make it easy to feel comfortable with them to the point that no matter who you get you know you’re in great hands. They love what they do and their number one goal is for you to love your experience too. A goal they succeed at with ease!
So yeah….nerves had my stomach tightening, my heart racing, and my breathing increasing but I was not hysterical like I was snorkeling. So either I was getting better at this “stepping out of your comfort zone” thing, or I was just at such great ease knowing I was in very capable hands. I’d like to say it was a bit of both personally…. So I suited up and giggle at Jeremy’s ongoing cheerleading routine to get me pumped up. He, like all of his co-workers, love to get their students pumped and excited because if we have a great time then it makes their life that much more enjoyable. A feeling I am well too familiar with when it comes to working with kids myself. We’ve got this!
I took a deep breath, stood into position, and leaned into the wind as instructed. The force of the wind that hits you is not only deafening but it’s powerful and makes your cheeks flap against your face like all those silly cartoons you see falling through the sky on tv. But the anxiety quickly exited my body and I actually found myself enjoying it despite one of my greatest fears it to plummet through the sky to my possible death. HA! So there I was. Flying. And LOVING IT! A cool thing they do is when you are done and walking to the end of the bench to take a seat everyone high fives you with congratulations along the way. On your second round you actually fly with the instructor circling towards the top of the tube.
In the beginning I had said that wasn’t going to happen. Jeremy smiled and said we’d wait and see how the first round went, knowing that even someone like me would be so much in love that I would easily be willing to circle to the top with him. I just didn’t know it yet. But sure enough I was TOTALLY ready! And so we did. When you’re done you feel exhilarated by your accomplishment and are actually so tired and relaxed that you have NO trouble sleeping that night! You even have the option of getting pictures and video of your experience to keep for a lifetime! Although it was funny to bust the other instructor that was making faces and whatnot behind me knowing he was on camera and I couldn’t see him until I viewed the video….Yes. These people love their jobs and make sure you have the best experience by not only letting you fly in a wind tunnel giving you a realistic skydiving experience, but they also make sure to position you just right so you get great photos and videos to share proudly with your friends and family. So would I jump out of an airplane?....I’m still thinking that’s a hard limit. HOWEVER, if I get another opportunity to fly at iFly then I am SO THERE! What an amazing experience to have! Thanks again iFly KC!
As I filled out my end of the semester class evaluations it felt only fitting that I do my OWN evaluation and see where I was standing these days….So it’s been a year and a half at this point and I am LOVING Chasing Stormi! Still single and enjoying the quiet satisfaction of being comfortable with myself. I have tried several things, learned new stuff, and met some really great people along the way. Heck! I even got on a plane to go to a random country and meet 15 complete strangers! I’ve found out that I am better at more things than I originally thought. And I’m living life a little more fully. Needless to say, I’d like to believe that I’ve come a long way….
1. I have learned that anxiety can heighten your success level. Being slightly uncomfortable can help you achieve goals that you never thought you could. But it’s also good to be able to take a break from stepping outside of your comfort zone and step back into it in order to decompress and fully enjoy what you have just accomplished. There’s nothing wrong with taking a day off to spend time with yourself in the comfort of your own home to relax. After all, we don’t have to save the day EVERY day…
2. If we challenge ourselves, we tend to succeed. I became Chasing Stormi in order to challenge myself and I really have had the time of my life! With each new adventure, not only do I get to meet new people and try new things, but my self-confidence increases and I find it’s more preferable to be challenged then it is to constantly hang out in my comfort zone.
3. They say taking risks help us grow. It’s quite remarkable watching kids have no fear and willing to experiment and try new things without a care in the world, yet when we are adults the fear of failure cripples us into stepping outside the cocoon of a comfort zone we have built for ourselves in order to not face failure. I have learned that I definitely don’t master everything I try. But I also don’t beat myself up every time I fail despite the perfectionist in me. I have actually caught myself not necessarily focusing on just achieving the actual task at hand, but enjoying the journey so that I can be proud no matter the outcome.
4. They say stepping out of your comfort zone even once will ensure that you will most likely do it again. Nothing could have been more true for me. In fact, my adventures are getting grander the longer I go! It can also spark your inner creativity. With a brain that is deadened by medication, even I have noticed my creative side is showing attendance once more.
5. Continually expanding your comfort zone will help you age more successfully. With the constant learning and trying of new things, I have actually found that this ADHD brain is getting better at focusing even when the medication doesn’t succeed all the time. I look forward to living life to its fullest, and I am definitely more open to trying new things.
6. Although it’s good to step outside of your comfort zone, it’s still good to be in it from time to time. If we are constantly pushing our limits to the max and then we will never perform at our best. Even though I enjoy trying new things I typically take a couple of days off to decompress in between. If I don’t recharge my batteries with down time and relaxation then I stop functioning well. I also know that there are certain things that I will still never be able to do simply because they cause me too much stress. So even though I was able to go snorkeling, scuba diving will not be happening. I will never swim in a cage surrounded by sharks along with a few other things. So although I push myself to try new things, I also know that I have hard limits that would reverse the effects of my current loving adventure. I want to grow. Not become more afraid because I’m pushing myself even beyond safety boundaries for myself.
So yes, I can honestly say that I have changed during this process, but only for the better! Sometimes it really is okay to color outside the lines even if your perfectionist brain screams otherwise. It’s good to challenge ourselves and keep our minds young. It’s good to become flexible and feel you can take on whatever is thrown at you without shrinking in fear and hiding. It’s more beneficial to step out of our comfort zones occasionally instead of building a bunker and refusing to leave. Look at me! I have more friends. Old ones are more cherished. Life is less bleak and uncertain. I’m more ready to take on whatever is thrown at me. I’m also completely at ease with myself and know that I deserve only the best. And the main person I work to please is me. So if I had to score myself I would say “Extremely Satisfied” with so much more to come! So go on. Step outside of your comfort zone and see what benefits come to you!
What the heck is a Far Infrared Fat Flush? Yeah, I couldn’t tell you either. So I went to Spa 7 to find out! Apparently, infrared heat is used to pull toxins from the organs and tissues while burning up to 1200 calories per session! Benefits include the following…
· Removes Toxins – Detoxification, removes heavy metals and harmful toxins stored in the body.
· Reduces Stress – Promotes better sleep, relaxes, melts away tension.
· Aging – Reduces some problems associated with aging.
· Improves Skin – Helps clear cellulite, tones and hydrates cells and pores.
· Burn Calories and Control Weight – Burn as much as 1200 calories or more in 30 minute session through profuse sweating.
· Pain Relief – Arthritis, muscle spasms, joint stiffness, sprains.
· Strengthens Cardiovascular System – Heart rate, cardiac output and metabolic rate increase, helps stabilizes blood pressure.
But does it really work? It was time to find out! So I stuck my feet into the base of the tube and pulled the top up. At first the heat felt great. It had been cold all morning and I was ready to thaw out! Then it started to get a little warmer. That’s okay. I was the scalding hot shower kind of girl. It felt like I was lying in a tanning bed, only it was just heat and I wasn’t going to get skin cancer. You could feel the heat getting deep into your skin. Sweat was definitely a side effect. It was getting really warm so I pulled my arms out to cool off some. I really wish I had my ipod right now…. My heart started pounding. It was getting really warm! So after 30 minutes I had to call uncle and crawled out.
Even though it was really intense and I only lasted 30 minutes the first time, I can honestly say that I was putty and had no tension, and I definitely felt healthier and less weighted. And I slept better than I have in a long time! I know it’s hard to believe that stuff like this is really beneficial and not just a hoax to gain another buck for some random business. But as I try all of these different things I’m finding out first hand that most of them actually DO make a difference! The essential oils help you without facing side effects and the harshness of medication on your system in general. Yoga really does help you relax and gives you a great workout at the same time while making you feel at peace. And now I can excitedly add Far Infrared Fat Flush to my list of awesome things that will make you feel better! I wish I could handle the heat a little better, but it’s definitely I would try again.
A girl just trying to find her way, stepping outside of her comfort zone, trying new things, and making new friends along the way!