Sassy Spirit

Sassy Spirit

What’s the Center of your Universe?

posted by jperry

I get so many insights when I’m by myself or even when I’m in a crowd, but dwelling within. I get “a-ha’s” when I soul talk aloud, but not when I’m trying to figure out who keeps peeing on the floor in the bathroom of my home. I think it’s my youngest son. He’s four. Hopefully he’ll grow out of it. My connection to the Divine is heightened at certain times, through music and nature especially…and yoga.

The other morning I woke up to go do yoga on the beach which is like a hug from God by the way. My hubby and I had our once a year fight the night before and I went to bed mad. We are truly madly in love and this yearly argument about something dumb only makes us realize the love even more. I’ll share my insight I posted on Facebook at the end of the blog. But I wanted to share the personal challenge I experienced as I surrendered on the mat.

I left my youngest child snuggling in bed with my hubby as I left at 6:45 (I know…can you believe I get up that early to do yoga? Shocker to me too.) Because I went to bed with that yucky energy, I woke up to it. I almost went home before I got there and even during class. Anxiety was trying to trick me. I had to talk myself out of crazy. She’s going to roll out of bed and hit her head or all these scary scenarios were like a red light in my head.  This is nothing new.  I’ve had these struggles before with panic thoughts about my kids. It’s not intuition. I know the difference.

As I reach for more greatness in my life, as in success, business, prosperity, my comfort zone gets thrown in disarray as if it’s been ransacked. All the balls I’m juggling in the air fall down and I must pick them up, sort them, and see which one should be in the center of my Universe. Spiritual connection, my own connection to my soul, and then family. If you put others first energetically, it’s draining to them eventually. You must be centered as the foundation of your own Life with God flowing through your veins and filling the breath in your lungs in order to keep all the balls in the air going. Sometimes you decide you may just juggle one ball. There’s no right or wrong there.

So as my doubt monsters were trying to trick me that something would happen to one of my kids, I felt all stress of my daughter going off to college next year. I am being called to walk my talk and trust totally everywhere in my life. My family is my Achilles’ heel. When I feel like I’m not a good mom, there is nothing worse. I felt myself centering and knowing as I got into my soul space and out of my head on the mat.

As I took my two youngest sons to breakfast, this came to me and I posted it on Facebook:
Me and my hubby have once a year fights. We had one yesterday. They’re always a miscommunication. They always rattle my anxiety. The beauty of it is that we always realize how deep our love is. I hear people say that they never fight and I don’t know if I buy that they don’t even bicker once a year. And I don’t want a flat life. I want the experience and the richness. I want to be scared to love fully because it’s a risk that if taken away, I’d be broken in half. It’s where my trusting God comes in. You see, I am an “until death do you part” with my hubby, just like with my kids. I have no doubt in this. It’s a knowing we’ve done this for lifetimes. Did I luck out? Did I create it? It’s both. Our relationship works like magic though, because we have both given our full hearts. Daring to love fully is the bravest act of all. I wanted years ago to not need him, but I do and I eventually jumped in with both feet off that cliff. I need my kids too. Needing people is human. Could you survive without them? Yes, but what is life without love and wanting and needing and being. It’s a cycle. If you can just be, it’s wonderful, but it never lasts, you must always breathe again, exhaling and inhaling. Surrendering to who you are and all that you are makes relationships epic. We are responsible for our own shit. This is how relationship teach us. Love is a power, a force, a place within us, it’s pulsing through it all if you can remember to seek it and allow it.

P. S. We always say we’re sorry and we agree to disagree. I think he’s the bee’s knees. He’s my heartthrob.

Mojo Maker

posted by jperry

Do you have a Mojo Maker? Something you do to get back in the groove when you’re in a funk? Do you have a list of things, a few tried-and-true, or just one? Your mojo is that life force, in the zone, your groove, when you feel most yourself and fully alive.

Lately, I’ve been seeing so many heavy hearts, stressed out people, and let’s face it there is a lot of stuff going on in the world. We can get weighed down with all of that on top of our own problems. We all have struggles, big and small, and it depends on your perspective on how much that occupies in our lives. We can center and refocus through gratitude…which could be a Mojo Maker for you. Think about it so you can add that to your tool box/treasure chest to deal with life.

I realize two of my mojo makers are probably weird to some. Wine is one that some may judge, but a glass of wine and I’m just fine. But seriously, I can’t use that all the time. One is a common mojo maker is dancing. Another music related one is driving in the car with music on full blast. Writing is many things for me and yes, it’s a mojo maker. My weird ones are cooking and putting on make-up.

Some people hate to cook. I can’t say I dig it when I’m frazzled after the kids get out of school, we went to the playground, and I need to squeeze in dinner before karate, cause this family doesn’t eat fast food. Thank God they have microwaveable organic food. Yes, we eat processed food and use a microwave. We’re not total hippies or purists, but if you are, good for you.  I, myself, go through phases, like I eat a certain food a lot, and then lose interest for a while.  Does anyone else do that, I wonder?  There was a kale phase, gorgonzola dip and crackers, then chia seeds, a detox smoothie, and lately it’s been roasted chickpeas.  My kids’ phase is always sugar, isn’t everyone’s?

The kind of cooking I love is when I’m in the zone, creating like it’s a canvas, combining colors, textures, tweaking recipes, and time doesn’t exist. Okay, now I’m hungry again. Today, I actually experimented with making veggie burgers with a new ingredient. I used Teff, a grain found in Ethiopia. I kind of got panicked when I thought I might be taking food away from starving Ethiopian kids. I’m not even kidding. So I looked it up and who knows, this new superfood that is hot on quinoa’s tails may stimulate the economy where we help the farmers support their family. Btw..I did use quionoa in the recipe as well. They were delish! Hope the kids think so. They are so picky, but so am I.

Playing dress up like I’m five is still one of my favorites. Call me immature, a superficial flake, or whatever, but I love make-up, accessories, and clothes. The process of putting a look together and combining trends while cultivating style is so fun to me. I never care about how others dress, but for me, I love to look cute and fashionable. I love colors, textures, what particular clothes remind me of and how one accessory shifts the vibe. My closet is my happy place. I could feel guilty about having so much (even though some socialite might laugh at my thrift store or super cheap finds), I love my stuff. I am so grateful and I can’t solve all the world’s problems today. But I can use my mojo to lift up others and add good vibes to the planet. My last mojo maker I’ll share is prayer. I’m praying for you all. Know you are loved.

What doing it all looks like?

posted by jperry

laundry2Who knows? Not me!

People often say that to me, “How do you do it all?” I never know how to answer. They know I write a lot, have five kids, and look put together. I look at some people busier than me and wonder the same thing. But I also don’t know what medications they’re on (not judging), how happy they actually are or if inside they are frazzled all the time.

One advantage I do have is I have a helpful husband, but he works a lot. And my saving grace is my house doesn’t need to look perfect. Three boys in between two girls ensures that…they are like a demolition crew. “Seamus is colored on your bed with markers!” Finnegan, my middle son, came into the living room to tell me. I’ve learned that washable markers are not always so. At least they’re pretty colors. Yeah, I hide markers and candy from him, but he finds them better than a drug-sniffing dog would find a stash. He has used Sharpies on himself. (I had to hide one in my purse.) Good thing he’s cute. My life is messy. Maybe for some I put up a good front, but I think it’s normal to have crazy. We’re all just doing the best we can and putting our best foot forward. Sometimes, it’s super obvious my life isn’t seamless.

Last night I carved out mommy time to go dancing…not at a club…Hip Hop Yoga. My friend-yoga teacher-soul sister, Cailin Callahan of Golden Buddha Yoga was throwing a workshop that featured three of my favorite things, yoga, music, dancing. I love Hip Hop music especially and music is one of my go-to mood lifters. I cannot convey how much fun this was, I’d have to show you through booty poppin’ and making my dancing face with duck lips. Epic and wonderful, I was so in the moment. At the beginning of the workshop, we were given the mantra “I ain’t trippin’!” How perfect. I had left all my mom-ish energy as I exited my minivan (I folded a mountain of laundry beforehand, made baby food, and kept the kids from killing each other on a cloudy day where we stayed inside.) As I got out of my minivan I was approached by a man that thought I was lost.  He said he wasn’t hitting on me, but made a joking, weird comment about my chest. I’m like Dude…mom of five here! That always surprises strangers. I have a high energy, young vibe when I’m at my best, and a haggard, grumpy lady when I’m on overload. That is why I do things like yoga to center myself.

During the workshop, all the business, hustlin’ stuff fell out of my head, as I was in my true free spirit mode. I danced my little heart out. It was like a Sweat Lodge as I was dripping with happy sweat. As it came time to lay in Shavasana (lying flat on your back, completely relaxed, eyes closed-you know not to be morbid but AKA Corpse pose). I hear my phone ring and think…oh crap…it’s my mom I bet. With hubby working, as well as my older daughter, and my babysitter too, my mom had volunteered to babysit because she knew how important it was to me. I had a few crappy days the previous week where I was not feeling Jennylicious (summer is no vacay at times for moms with kids all out of school-it’s like managing chaos). I grab my phone after I creep over all the yogis and jet out the door. I see two missed calls, a text. I call her back. Baby had been crying for a half an hour. I had to leave before saying goodbye and finishing the full class just a smidge early. Cailin was singing and I could listen to her for hours. Her voice belongs on the radio.

Funny I worried about my two younger boys giving my mom a hard time with their wildness, as she had two little girls, and I have kids who can embarrass me with their aggression or potty mouth. In the past, I would have felt guilty and worried she would be upset, but I thought…I ain’t trippin’. I thanked my mom for babysitting and told her I had the best time ever and she smiled. She’s the best. As a working mom, she continues to teach me not even to attempt to do it all. Do your best and remember if your mind starts gettin’ all crazy with a to-do list of life, think…”I ain’t trippin!” Thanks Mommy and Cailin. Have a fun weekend all.

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.

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