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April 4, 2018April 4, 2018Naturally Calamity Jane3 Comments on A Fork in the Road

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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself ~ Friedrich Nietzsche * The Facebook Myth is that we must have a tribe, a herd, a gabillion “friends” and followers, but it is just that, a myth. Simply because we are surrounded by other humans and have plans for the next 5 Friday nights, does not always equal connection, support or mutual understanding. * According to Brené Brown and her extensive grounded theory research, to Brave the Wilderness is to stand in your truth, your beliefs and your values. To own them, live them and often, that means standing alone. * Being truly confident, does not mean that you are never afraid, does not mean that you never fail, it means that you are secure in who you are, what you believe and what will and won’t accept in your life. No need for explanations or justifications, to persuade or dissuade, just simply confident in your chosen path. Secure in your truth. *

The limits of the possible can only be defined by going beyond them into the impossible ~ Arthur C. Clarke * Following your dreams, your passions, your path can be full of fear, uncertainty, lack of control and it can be lonely. Without a doubt you will encounter naysayers, non-believers and negative push back. Are you going to let that stop you? * I have struggled to find my passions, to find what causes my brain, heart and soul to catch fire and I feel grateful and fortunate to have found that. But I would by lying to say that I was confident in my path forward. I have fears, I have uncertainty and I know that I will walk parts of this path alone. * I also have excitement, hope and a deep down gut level knowledge that it will work, because it has to, because there is no other way, because I’m ready and willing to roll up my sleeves and do the work to get there. I am only limited by my limiting thoughts and beliefs. * Remove the filter, see beyond, look for the possibility and the reasons for, not against. And quite simply, redefine your impossible 💚

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves ~ William Shakespeare * Everything happens for a reason. This has been an ongoing debate in my head, kind of like the chicken or the egg. Does everything happen for a reason? Or does shit just happen and we make up reason after the fact to make ourselves feel better? Do we attach meaning after something happens to “lessen the blow”? Believing that the struggle is for some greater understanding, for some greater lesson that needs to be learned, could possibly bring comfort. Or it could just be completely condescending and ill-timed words of encouragement. * Full link in bio *

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed ~ Ernest Hemingway * I have always had a thing for words. A love affair really. When I was six or seven years old, we lived on a mountain surrounded by 10 acres of trees. After my morning cartoons, the television was turned off and I was told to “go and play”. Often I would go exploring with my dog, Tex, he was great at sniffing out the fairies and the pixies and the elves. Or I would attend my classroom and library, assigning grades to all of my students on my chalk board and signing out books. Every single book in my room had a library card in it and a number mimicked after the Dewey Decimal system, although I can assure you it was in fact not the Dewey Decimal system. And other times, I would complete “research” and write “research papers”. I would find an encyclopedia on a topic that interested me, dinosaurs, cats, dogs, Egypt, and I would take notes and draw pictures and put it all together in a “research paper”. Of course at seven years old this was merely all of the lines in the book written exactly as they appeared but perhaps slightly rearranged. This is, in fact, called plagiarism, but at seven it was referred to as cute. * Full link in bio

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus ~ Mark Twain * I have never been a good Poker player. For that I require a “poker face”, I don’t have one. My eyes always give me away. Always. * Growing up we always played a lot of games, mostly cards and Trivial Pursuit, and always on Sunday’s after a traditional English roast beef and Yorkshire pudding dinner. I loved playing those games, and even then, my eyes always reflected my hand. They glowed when I had the right card or knew the right answer. I could not control it, fake it or “bluff”, as hard as I tried. I was probably a terrible winner. * My eyes still show everything. I wear my heart on both my sleeve and my eyes. I have still not found a way to hide my emotions, my thoughts, my ideas. I still have no poker face. Instead I have decided to let them shine. My eyes reflecting my creative spirit, my sensitive emotions, all my fears and failures, and above all else, all of me, in all my truth. * Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical ~ Sophia Loren

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser ~ John W. Gardner * When I was a young girl, my family moved from England to Canada. We settled in small town, Canoe, that lies on the Eastern edge of another small town, Salmon Arm, nestled up against the Shuswap Lake and flanked by mountains. My dad, having always had an entrepreneurial spirit, had bought a campground that we lived on for the first few years after our big move. * In those early years, while I was still settling in and making new friends. The campground was an arena that sparked my creative nature and my imagination ran wild. In the winter, I built forts, digging into the snow banks and hollowing out a space to crawl in, with the help of my older brother. In the summer, I fished in the creek and went exploring looking for fairies and pixies and all the woodland creatures. And looking for rocks. But only the perfect rocks for the idea that I was slowly crafting. * Perhaps sparked by my dad’s entrepreneurial drive and fueled by my creativity, I started my first business. Other kids had lemonade stands. Sitting behind their small tables and pouring out glasses of powdered lemonade for 25 cents. I had a different idea. I still sat in my chair behind my small table selling my wares, but instead of lemonade, I sold pet rocks. For a $1 each. Location was everything, so I positioned myself in front of the campground office, ensuring a steady flow of traffic. A family friend knitted small hats and scarves for my creations and I eagerly glued them on, along with “googley” eyeballs. I sold out every day. And spent the afternoon seeking more perfect rocks for the next day. * I work hard, but I have always held on to my creative spirit. And a reminder to never forget to take time to play 💚 * Read more on my blog, the full link in bio

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