Letting Go...

When he was five, I remember taking off the training wheels and holding the seat because I did not want him to fall. Today I dropped him off at college, took off the training wheels on the bike of life. I got up enough courage to let go. It was a happy/sad day.

I borrowed that from my husband. I thought it was so indicative of how I was feeling.  Yesterday our son officially left for college.  I wasn't sure how this would affect me.  What emotions would I have?  How will our house adjust without his intermittent presence?

One thing that drew me to my husband when we met nearly 13 years ago was the fact that he was a single dad.  I had never met and certainly never dated a single dad before, but to see the relationship between father and his 5-year old son was a sign of not just a good man, but one of very high character. 

Entering into that relationship may have caused some disruption into their 'man' code way of life, but they invitingly welcomed me into their lives and I quickly became a 'mother' following the parental lead of my future husband, gaining guidance and wisdom along the way.

We say it so often, but life truly does pass by so quickly and though there were so many cherishable moments in the past 13 years in raising my son as my own, I can't help but wish I could have done more, been more, given more. 

I felt a bit numb up until yesterday's farewell day.  My emotions tend to well inside until a very significant moment opens the spigot to my heart.  It wasn't me that led the good-byes.  It was my son.  Using this opportunity as some sort of grandiose teachable moment, all I could do was to tell him how much I loved him and how proud of him I was for always accepting me into his life.

I told him to set his priorities and goals and make good choices, but above all, find what makes him happy.

And then he did what I never expected.  He thanked me for being the only mother he's ever had and told me how proud he was of me for following my heart and pursuing what makes me happy.  Just when you think you haven't done quite enough, your kids make it very clear that love and guidance is all they ever really need.

I'm so proud of him.  I can't wait for his dirty laundry and his infrequent visits.  I look forward to the next chapter in our lives as our bond continues to grow into his adult years.

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Do Something Different!

You're only going to get something different by doing something different!  For a lot of people, those are very uncomfortable words to swallow.  I admit, they can be for me as well.

For so long I struggled with doing what I should do rather than doing what my heart said was right.  As I take the reigns on a very different avenue in my life, the whole self-awareness paradigm has been eating my inside.  It is so easy to be safe.  To live day in and day out.  To have a stable job, to make a steady income, to do the things in life that are supposed to make me happy.  Safety provides comfort, but purpose burns greater because of passion.

I believe it takes courage to take a leap of faith and to set aside other's judgements as their own insecurities.  As I slowly creep out of this box, I realize that it really isn't all too scary out here.  It's actually pretty enjoyable. 

If you're unhappy with your present situation, ask yourself, is what you're doing now going to get you to where you want to be.  You can make all the plans in the world, but unless you're willing to take action, chances are not a lot is going to change.  One thing that is certain, if you're waiting for others around you to change, it's going to a LONG wait.

I understood that my passion is fitness.  My heart races at the thought of helping someone learn the tools to become a healthier person.  In my previous career, I found the I had to be falsely authentic and could never live up to other's expectations because I wasn't fulfilling my own.  Today, my passion is natural and organic.  I'm genuinely dedicated.  I have waited so long to say these words..."I love my job!"

If you're feeling stuck or not living your life to your true potential, stop to think today of the things that make you happy and then begin my making a plan to make it happen!   Stop making excuses and placing the blame on others and get real with yourself.  You'll be happy you did!