Sassy Spirit

Sassy Spirit

This gig.

posted by jperry

This gig as a human has a lot of misconceptions. One is that things are fair. Sometimes they’re not, in our opinion, of course. Like when someone dies too young. It really sucks. Not for them because we know that they are back to the source of all love, call it God, or a higher power. That is the beautiful part for the soul who passes, no matter what we think as the human that gets left behind. People say they are sad for the person who passed because that aren’t going to do certain things we assume we’ll get to do. We know though in our heart of hearts, their soul is okay with that.

Many souls that pass earlier than most, often have a HUGE impact on people’s lives. People start foundations, charities, and movements in their name. The effect ripples out to affect hundreds, thousands, and even millions. We never know what a soul was here to do or what they were here to learn. Some think it’s about lessons, while others think we came for the experience or the purpose is joy. For me, the answer to all is love. I want to make a difference and enjoy life in the mode of love. And when people pass before I think they should, I go to love.

I am reminded to love more. To love the little things like my cinnamon tea with local honey. To love people in my life even if they are annoying me. To love myself fully and not take my body or health for granted. To take love to the next level and supercharge it. To quiet the need to make it conditional and just love for the sake of love.

It raises questions and answers within myself, if I knew life was really as short as it is. . .what would I be doing?  I ponder and feel this.  I know my soul is guided in the right way, in the right time, to the right path.  I set intentions, detaching from the outcome, and knowing it is done.  This thing I want or something even better is dreamt up in the mind of God for me.  Who am I is the focus I use daily in defining and clarifying where I shall go.  I don’t want to have to wait to be sick or someone I love to be sick to wake up.  I’m not going through the motions.  It’s not a walk through.  It’s not a dress rehearsal.  It’s the real deal.  You must live like there’s no tomorrow and yet dream of your bright future happily.  I’m going to cherish each day even more.  I’m no longer just seizing the day, but seizing the life.

Wishing all of you who have lost a loved one peace in your heart and that you still feel their love surround you.  May you be blessed with signs to let you know, without a doubt, that there soul never dies.  We are never disconnected from them, the love connects us for eternity.

Selling Out

posted by jperry

I am someone who once I decided to live outside of my comfort zone, I have found new ones I had to move past. It’s all part of the learning, growing, living, and learning cycle of life to me. Last year, I did my first public speaking gig as an author’s talk in my town, where I spoke to people about writing, my journey, and my novel “The Jennifers.”  I was asked to do another one at another library after I was featured in the local paper. I also worked along side my friend, Sheree Bykofsky, the fabulous author, speaker, literary agent, doing a writing workshop, where I spoke about my experience with self-publishing. Right before I delivered my fifth child, I spoke about reinvention at a STEPS event. And about a month ago, I spoke at our local high school about my struggles at a teen with bulimia, cutting, depression, anxiety, attempting suicide, and where I wanted to give the teens who are currently going through anything difficult, some hope for their future. I was very honest about my panic attacks, weight loss experience, etc. as an adult also and how you are ultimately responsible for your own happiness always.

I never thought I would do any of this, let alone be an author and a blogger.  And I never thought I’d be a Beachbody®  Coach or fitness one for that matter, although people have been asking my advice on weight loss, diet, and exercise for years, once they see my before and afters, so I thought, why not?  Except that selling is outside of my comfort zone.  I wanted to give everything away for free.  People expected it from me and that’s the dynamic I set up.  It wasn’t serving me or my message anymore and I felt it.  In fact, it was showing I wasn’t practicing what I was preaching.  I was comfortable giving.  I was comfortable receiving a little from many people, but only comfortable receiving a lot from my parents or my husband.  When I got real with myself, I saw these blocks in business and how I had subconscious/unconscious patterns going on.  I asked myself were there still self-worth issues going on like the layers of the onion?  I kept exploring my thoughts and getting real on my comfort zone.  I didn’t want to owe anyone, take advantage of them, or inconvenience them. . .all these projection I put on them.  All I was doing was offering products.  There was no weird story, unless I made one.  I wasn’t selling out.  I could make money and help people.

I swear some people are born with that seller gene and they could sell ice to an Eskimo.  Took a business class about branding from Kellie Kuecha as I envision myself as a entrepreneur with multiple businesses, books, programs, and the sky’s the limit.  I looked at her and the other women, in awe, just soaking up the genius vibes.  I realized I was playing small again.  Luckily, I know the comparing/competition game doesn’t work for me or I’d have been doomed in that class with those brilliant women, and a few men.  As I gained clarity around my business, I realized I also had to let go of the attachment to the outcome, but to stay focused on my intention.  All my confusion was many things. I uncovered fears about making mistakes, not being perfect, looking foolish, seeing greedy, and being considered inauthentic.  Oh. . .all that almost stings to write as I munch on my organic tortilla chips.  I can be real and make money.  I can do business and be authentic.  I can sell whatever and not alienate myself from people.  I’ve heard people lose friends because they’re too pushy with their product.  That won’t be me.

Trust is key.  Trust that I’ll attract the right customers, clients, readers, followers/supporters, friends, and even mentors or teachers.  I trust myself.  It’s not selling out ever, unless you are out of integrity with what you’re selling.  Okay, putting the chips away now.  They’re just crumbs anyway. . .and I’m not settling for crumbs anymore.  Neither should you.

Ride Your Heart Out

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Yesterday, I was riding along on a dreary and gray day. The wind was picking up and you could feel the impending rain in your bones. I looked over and saw an older woman riding her bike. Not around any stores but like she just wanted to ride her bike. I was perplexed, since I wanted to just hide under the covers in this weather. The difference is I think my time is unlimited and most likely, she does not. She’s at a different place in her life. I’m in go-go-go mode and she has more time to be. She’s not on fast track to a destination, a hamster wheel, a race, climbing any mountains. I might be wrong on all that, but this was my observation.

I thought just by looking at her, that she was seizing the day as I was driving from one end of the island to the other, to drop off ticket orders for my older daughter’s recital, stopping at the grocery store so I could make stuff for dinner, before I had to take my oldest son to karate. Meanwhile my mind is making career to-do lists and. . .I still haven’t mailed out thank you notes, I have to call so and so. I must do my mediation with Oprah and Deepak. (Side note-never did it yesterday.)

The lady on the bike was riding her heart out. She didn’t know if she would have tomorrow. Here, I was going double up on mediation today and it’s 9pm and I am typing this and I’m handed a cup where I am asked to get the apple out of the cup. I’ve been going all day at life. I took my oldest son for bloodwork (he’s fine) and when we got there at 7:30 am, I had forgotten the script so we headed home, and started again. I told him not to look while she was putting the needle in. He then insisted on looking over after it was in. Well, my older daughter would have passed out or threw up. Driving home, he throws up. . .multiple times. I know the drill. Let’s get some OJ. Thankfully it was the hubby’s car for once. Joking, but true, and because he had fasted there wasn’t anything in his stomach. Oh, fun times. I wonder what that lady on the bike is doing right now? I need to get in the shower since I worked out earlier, before driving my daughter to dance and picking up something at the store. I’m not a shopaholic, but rather an economic stimulator. Hubby cooked dinner luckily, since I was on a business/friend call. I wonder if I can play the mediation in the shower or will that be like showering with Oprah and Deepak? What a visual there!

Tomorrow, I’ll regroup and make time to mediate. Balance is part of self-love and sanity. Riding your bike is all about balance too. I am going to ride my heart out tomorrow and do something, one thing at makes me feel alive, and it will not be bike riding because I don’t have a bike. My BFF can tell you funny stories about how bad I was at riding a bike when we were younger. Luckily, with age I’ve become more graceful. I was always a klutz and my favorite book in grade school was called “Megan The Klutz.” I am going to ride my heart out regardless. I won’t let the wind stop me. No obstacles will prevent me from moving forward. Riding into the wind, like running, shows you what you’re made off. It’s easy to sit on your butt at home and do nothing. That lady showed me that there are not always perfect conditions for riding, but they could be worse, it could’ve been a storm. She may not have the schedule I have, the big life, or the time left that I have, but she is living fully. That’s the whole point anyway.

Ride your heart out.

Psst. . .Don’t tell Oprah I missed a day. It’s not the first time. ;)

What dream dwells in your heart?

posted by jperry

What is your big dream? Like your dream home, car, job…the thing you’re afraid to say aloud for fear of being judged? Me, I will have a beachfront home with a pool. Where? Dunno. When? Dunno. But I do know, it’s done. And what I will do is be happy right now in this moment. Dreaming big doesn’t take away from that. We live in an expansive Universe. Dwell on the possibilities, potential, passions, pure positivity! Go there in your mind, write it down, declare it. Your naysayers will try to protect you often from disappointment in telling to to be realistic, logical, practical…basically play small. Funny thing is, we wouldn’t even have the Internet if everyone thought like that. Don’t play God, judge, jury, mother, or father to someone else and squash their dream. And for heaven’s sake, don’t do it to yourself. God-Universe-Love & Light inspires a unique dream for each one of us that lives in our soul and it evolves daily if you can’t get out of your mind and open to allow and receive more. Are you ready? Are you worthy? Are you gonna dare to dream? Are you going to dare to own it? Are you going to dare to actually have it? Are you brave enough? Deep breath. Inhale God. Exhale anything that wouldn’t allow it.

The time to play small is over.  Get that dream journal out and write about all you want to experience, have, or be,  You could write a whole entry as if you already are there.  How would you sound?  Feel what feels like.

I can feel the warm breeze and sunshine on my face as I look at from the balcony of my Beachfront.  The kids are playing in the pool and we’re having friends over for a day to just celebrate life.  Appreciation washes over me as I hear the waves crash on the beach.  I love my life so much.  This home is perfect for my family and we’ve made such great memories.  Laughs, fun, love, and good vibes dwell here.  Music fills our home, accompanied my plentiful sunshine, and a family that loves.  We have a weekly game night where we all laugh until out stomachs hurt.  Our kitchen is full of yummy smells as we love to cook and enjoy each other.  Fresh flowers, bright colors, eclectic style add to the beautiful energy here.  Everyone who comes here never wants to leave, because it is such a happy place.  Joy grows here.  I sip my coffee and look at my husband and children.   I wave and shout down, “I’ll  be down in a minute.  Anybody need anything?”  They respond with a list of request that I’m happy to oblige.  I put my bikini on and look in the mirror and wink.  I just love that girl.  As I grab my cell phone, it starts ringing. Oh. . .its Oprah, I gotta take this.

Dream big, folks.  Why not!  Start today.  Blessings to all.

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