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Make a Wish

posted by jperry

If you were granted a wish, what would it be? Not like from a genie for a thousand more wishes or even for world peace…although I’d like both myself.

But really ask yourself what you want. What do you wish for your life? A better body? A husband or wife? A new job? A fancy house? Wads of cash? What would you ask for if no one would judge you?  After you go through the list of a walk-in closet of designer chic, a beachfront mansion, sports car, trips to Europe, Broadway shows, or whatever floats your boat and tickles your fancy.  Yes, I’d like boat too…a yacht. I know they have a lot of upkeep and we don’t fish, but boats sure look fun.  Yes, I’d like fun.  What do you want?

Just know that whatever it is, the temporary high will always dissipate and you will be left with you. Your vibe is not dependent on outside sources as much as you would like to think. Granted, when my kids are driving me crazy, I totally put the blame on them for my bad mood. Or when I find the perfect pair of shoes, it’s like in Cinderella when the birds are chirping as they fly around me in a fairy tale. Won’t last though because…remember my kids drive me bananas. I actually wonder what it’s like to just have one child again. I have five. My first was four when we had our second. That was thirteen years ago. I am lucky I remember last week at this point. I digress. I asked myself with the New Moon last night to set intentions. And I hear the Spice Girls singing, “Wannabe”…Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want,”

I asked for clarity. I have many projects, jobs, responsibilities, and plans. The housewife I was is long gone and in between her and here, I was having A LOT of fun. Right now is harder too because babies don’t really care if you work anyway. They need you. And I want to enjoy my time with her. My oldest is visiting colleges and graduates the coming year. Eck! I said the C word…COLLEGE! I’m in denial. It’s fine. I realize as an entrepreneur that we crave independence to create, express, make money, grow businesses, reach higher success, but at what cost? I want financial freedom, but not at the cost of life freedom. Things are lopsided lately as I am returning emails for my Life coaching, Beach body customers, and upcoming launch of my book in September…among others like radio shows. I’ve become busy. I actually hate that word. My next blog with be the Busy disease. How to prevent it and cure it.

My wish is to have more time to enjoy life.  Time to put myself on my schedule. Literally, I’m getting my planner out and scheduling checking email, FB time, Beach Body time, exercise, and all that in the morning and if I have to in the evening, so I can enjoy the rest of the summer with my kids. Wishing you a lovely week with lots of wonderful moments. That’s what it’s really all about anyway.

Am I livin’ a yoga life?

posted by jperry

I first did yoga fifteen years ago.  It was life changing in many ways.  It helped me ease a lot of pain in my back from injuries and it helped heal my soul in a few more.  I had a lot more mistakes and learning to really get the cosmic experience I was desiring, but it gave me God back for a while.  We didn’t break up again, but we hit a rough patch a few years later.

Yesterday I overslept and missed yoga.  I beat myself for staying up late and whatnot.  I am human.  I make mistakes.  I’m a mess and I’m wonderful as well.   I will keep striving to be my best, but perfectionism will never serve me…which is good because I’m not good at that. I’m perfectly me.  I took stock of what my life is looking like right now. Asking myself what am I in the dark about myself.  Being a self-love aficionado, I am not immune to self-criticism.  I have my own battles.

Am I doing my best?
Am I aligned with what I believe in my thoughts and actions?
Am I putting time and energy into the right things?
Am I avoiding anything?
Am I practicing what I preach?
Am I ashamed of anything?
Am I living, loving, flowing, growing?
Am I allowing God in my life fully?
Am I feeling worthy?
Am I focused on problems or solutions?

The term yoga comes from Sanskrit which means yoke or union.

Whether I practice yoga or not, am I in union with the Divine?  Am I being honest to myself, my soul, my wholeness.  Or is my shadow running the game.  Sometimes I’ve thought that I chose to make tons of mistakes, have challenges, and lows so that I could REALLY learn to love myself.  Like it would’ve been to easy to love myself if I was that college educated, Martha crafty lady, who didn’t have stretch marks, never yells, was never drunk in her life, and runs marathons. Cause really, some people make life look easy.  I know that kind of person would have their challenges, but really…maybe not much.  I came for the love badass route.  It required forgiveness often.  I’ve accepted there will be an ebb and flow with my badassity and quiet softness within to heal.  In business, happiness, fitness, and life they are not straight lines.  They may be circles, zigzags, or sexy curvy lines like my signature.  Epic days and nights that you’re glad to put to bed.  I love my life.  It’s just right…for me.  Everything is always getting better.  I love me…even when I need to give myself a pep talk when my scared little girl inside fears failure and believes in the boogeyman named self-doubt.  Or when her middle school dork misses yoga and feels like a loser.  I’m always a winner because I keep going, after I stumble, I rise again.  Never believe your bad day, crappy morning, your small thoughts.

You are greatness, my friends.  You can keep on striving to improve, but relax into the present and be okay with that.  Time for some downward dog.  Next time you do it, imagine all the negative thoughts falling out of your head.  Namaste and blessings.

Dreary days can refuel us.

posted by jperry

I remember going “Down the Shore” when I was a kid to Sea Isle City. We lived in Philly at the time. Now I live down here in another town all year round. I miss that vacation feeling driving the hour and depending on traffic, minutes it took to get there. Catching a smell of the salt air was when the excitement in my belly would build…telling me we were almost there. The sound of seagulls was music to my ears.

I loved the fun in the sun, but I loved when it rained too. I remember it flooded often there, so we would be stuck in the house. My Gram would bust out the UNO cards and we would enjoyed two of my favorite things nowadays, food and family. I swear food tastes better on vacation. So many vivid memories of the house we rented. I think it was maybe just two years, but in kid world, made a huge impression.  Lots of brown décor in that home. It was the early 80s the, so the shore house was probably done in the 70′s.

Fast forward to being a parent in the summer at the shore. When you’re a tourists, shopping, going out to eat, and even playing games like I did back in the day is perfect. When it rains on your regular, normal day, what do you do? When my hubby is off, we plan game nights/days, because with five kids, trying to find a movie everyone likes is like trying to find the Holy Grail. Games always end up with yelling and tears, despite our good intentions. My husband will buy treats like soda and ice cream, not the organic, non-GMO kind I get. Yay for Dad. I roll my eyes and smile as he creates memories for them.

Today he was working. My oldest daughter was babysitting my friend’s kids. I had no fun intentions. I had laundry I had to fold that was sitting in a basket for a week. I let the day recharge me. I made healthy smoothies. I took five different snack, crackers, cheese puffs (healthy kinds which were iffy on taste by themselves) and combined them into a symphony of cheesy flavor mix. I made myself a healthy dinner. Cooking is something I actually love. One of my go-to’s for getting my creative juices flowing is cooking, among others like music, putting on make-up and creating a look with my outfit, exercise, or nature. My two youngest sons are now watching the LEGO movie for the 100th time. My oldest son is being a teenager and watching Netflix. The baby, my youngest daughter is asleep in my lap. We needed this.

We have to take those veg-out days to just be.  You may accomplish some things, like cooking meals, and stuff around the house, but it’s different.  There’s no pressure.  Just ease.  You don’t force anything.  There’s just a freedom feeling of almost being a kid. You can relax.  Nothing needs to happen or get done.  And play is a necessity of life for the spirit.  That I know, but sometimes forget.

Great-full

posted by jperry

When things aren’t going the way I’d like, I am not grateful. I forget my blessings. The grass seems greener and then eventually I shake my head and remember the greatness in my life.

Is it always easy? No. I have five kids that range from six months old to seventeen.  My four year old son is a badass already.  Does he test me daily?  A hundred times and 1/4 of the time, I’ll yell. Do I ALWAYS have laundry to do and crumbs constantly on my floor? YES. And does that even matter? No. It’s a hassle, don’t get me wrong. But thinking of the people who lost their loves ones on the Malaysian flight yesterday, instant shift within to compassion and love for them, and gratitude for my loved ones. Life is too short to get caught un in the boringness of the mundane. I love asking the questions like…in five years will this be important to me?

Working from home is awesome for many reasons. I can meet with clients via Skype, talk business opportunities on the phone, and answer messages from my Beach Body customers, blog from home, work on my books, etc. and be with my kids. But my home isn’t my escape then. It’s not a refuge when crumbs and Lego multiply on the floor overnight. I’ve had unfolded laundry sitting in a not just one basket, but two, for quite a few days. Don’t worry, it’s patient. Laundry always waits. Summer is so fun, but it gets crazy here and my kids need to eat a snack every twenty minutes.

I won’t lie. There have been moments when I fantasized about just being a housewife again, with only lottery dreams, and no aspirations of a career, or writing at all. Then I remember who I am and that I would never be satisfied with that. Words were yearning to come out and left unexpressed were quite toxic to my being. The call of my own soul calls me to be bigger, bolder, grander, fiercer, and more daring. All the striving can tire me out if it’s not balanced with being present in the moment and seeing how great things already are. How great I already am. It’s out of surviving and into thriving. I am great full. I’m full of great. Gratitude is the attitude perfect for receiving.  Blessing to all that your cup may runneth over.

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