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Injuring a Dream

Thursday, April 26th, 2012

You and I have both perfected this virtue; however, I know that I have not yet mastered PATIENCE. Man oh man, this is a hard one but I know that mastery is around the corner. I can smell it and know that it’s just about here. I only wish it would hurry up and settle in so I can be assured that it will always be by my side when I need it most.

The proof of perfecting patience, for most of us, came from our childhood. Think back to when we were children on Christmas day. We drove our parent’s crazy asking them how many more days until we could open our presents. Some of us even negotiated with them saying if we opened ‘just one’ we would quit pestering them (ya…right!!). Christmas Eve was the worst because we simply could not contain our excitement. It was almost impossible to fall asleep because our imaginations were running wild anticipating what gifts would be coming our way. Fast forward to today and I think it’s safe to assume that we have taught ourselves how to be patient on Christmas Day. We can now actually hold off opening our gifts until late morning or early afternoon. Wow! Who would have guessed?

Patience is like a huge muscle in our body. We have to exercise and practice with it daily. If we don’t, it won’t be strong enough to serve us when we need it the most like when we are reaching under the tree for the gifts that we want most out of life.

Solving a Mystery

Thursday, April 19th, 2012

No one is immune to the rough patches in life. You know it’s true because it’s happened to you. You are walking through life minding your own business and then ‘poof’ something happens that knocks you onto your tukkis. Perhaps you had a clue that things were about to change but then again, maybe not.

Years ago when darkness seemed to follow me wherever I went, I decided to take a closer look at the clues surrounding my unhappiness. I became my own ‘Columbo’ (minus the wrinkled trench coat, glass eye and disgusting cigar) and was determined to solve the mystery. Carrying a notebook, magnifying glass and having a good sense of smell I officially went to work my own case.

The first place I had to start was to identify what was causing my turmoil. As I carefully dusted the evidence in hopes of finding the perpetrator’s fingerprints, I hit the jackpot. It was an open and shut case. It was time to pull in the main suspect and have a talk with them. After hours of interrogation they finally confessed to the crime. The guilty party was me!

The examining and grilling was difficult but so worth it in the end. I walked away feeling drained but happy with what I discovered. My biggest fault was that when unpleasant things would come into my life, I chose to settle in the misery of it instead of celebrating the lesson it was trying to teach me.

Choices are a crap shoot. Some work and some don’t. The ones that don’t are the ones we consistently focus on. We view them negatively; however, they are ones that specifically come to us in order to help us find our purpose in life.

If you are willing to go undercover and dig deep for what is ‘really’ causing your unhappiness, I know that it will only be a matter of time before you too, will successfully solve your own mystery.

A Simple ‘Hello’

Friday, April 13th, 2012

Today has been a day filled with many emotions: joy, tears, remembrance, gratitude and confirmation. It started when a friend from very long ago reached out and typed a simple message of ‘hello’. The circumstances of how and why our friendship came to a halt were because of a personal life-changing decision I had to make for myself. That was over thirteen years ago and we have not spoken since.

After receiving and reading this note I had to dry my tears to answer the telephone. The ringing quickly brought me back from the past into the present. Not recognizing the number I simply said ‘hello’. The second the caller spoke it was impossible not to share my joy upon hearing from another dear friend. You would never know that a year had wedged its way between us since we last spoke because the conversation flowed so easily. 

Can the absence of communication destroy the strong bond between friends? I have often wondered about that until today. I always hoped that because of distance and silence my true friends would not think their friendship meant nothing to me. Today, two of those friends, who matter to me, told me with a simple ‘hello’ that I matter to them too!

9 out of 10

Wednesday, April 11th, 2012

I am blessed to have a handful of friends who consistently inspire, love, encourage and support me. I think that it is high time that I introduce you to one of those friends.

Beth Bracaglia is a Maryland based Professional Organizer and the Chief Organizing Officer of Simply Organized.  She is a member of the National Association of Professional Organizers (NAPO).  Beth has over (15) years of experience helping her clients to organize their homes and offices.  She has experience in fields as diverse as retail management, technology, event management, training & development and restaurant consulting.

I asked Beth to answer this question: “When you fall down, what is the one sure thing you turn to that picks you up?” Here is what my amazing friend had to say.

I have always had a very positive outlook on life, yet I still have those days that can throw me a curve ball.  When things seem to be falling down, the one sure thing that I turn to pick me up is my family. They have always been there to support my goals and dreams, no matter what.

I am blessed with an extremely positive mother who always told me that there was nothing that I couldn’t accomplish in my life and she’s been such an amazing role model.  I am also so fortunate to have my sister Amy, who is my best friend.  She has (5) kids, works a 40+ hour work week, and still always finds time to chat on the phone and lift me up if I’m having a tough day.

And then, there is my amazing husband Nick. We are celebrating 13 years of marriage next month and Nick loves me exactly as I am and is always there for me.  I have jokingly referred to him as “St. Nick” and it really is true.  He’s such a wonderful partner and I know how lucky I am to have him to share our lives together.

When I was younger, all of my friends were settling down and getting married. I often wondered if I would ever find someone who could understand, appreciate, and not try to change me.  One particularly frustrating evening, I sat down and wrote a list of the (10) attributes that my ideal partner would have never figuring that I would find someone who had them all.  You want to know something?  Just about six months later, I met my future husband and the bonus was that Nick has nine out of ten on that list!

Each and every day, I am truly grateful for my husband and family for their love and support whenever I need it most.  It’s what keeps me moving forward and inspired!

If you are looking for ways to organize the clutter in your life or simply want to connect with Beth, I encourage you to visit her at anyone of the following links:

http://www.simplyorganizedtoday.com
http://www.facebook.com/simplyorganizedtoday
http://www.facebook.com/bethbracaglias.simplyinspired

Thank you Beth!

 

The Gift

Monday, April 9th, 2012

I still get shivers whenever I get connected with individuals who were meant to be a part of my journey. I know that you know what I am talking about. You meet someone out of the blue and the conversation flows easily and is never forced. You can be yourself with no apologies or regrets and the ‘gift’ is that they too, revealed their true self to you in return.

I like to call these gifts ‘friends’.

I think it is marvelous that in our adult life we can approach a ‘stranger’ like we did when we were children playing in a sandbox. Simply walk up to them and say, “Would you like to be my friend?” We may not be holding a pail and shovel in our hands but the simplicity is still there.

I dedicate this blog to my new friend, Chynna. I would never have met Chynna had it not been for another ‘gift’ that fortunately found his way into my life, Randy. These are only two of my most recent friends that I happened to meet in the largest, adult playground in the world: Facebook. Something tells me that these two ‘gifts’ are going to be a part of my journey for a very long time. That something is me.

When the gift of friendship comes into your life it is up to you to nurture it in order to keep it alive. The special ‘gifts’ that come our way are meant to be treasured and never meant to be taken for granted.

The Gift Blog – By Chynna Laird

 

Power of Our Words

Thursday, April 5th, 2012

A shift will occur at some point during our 40′s s or 50′s. It will come into our life quietly with no fanfare or parade; yet, it will leave behind a powerful gift. People will notice a difference in the way we walk, talk and look at life. They will be intrigued and want to know our secret. When we tell them…they won’t believe it!

Why? Because it sounds too simple to believe that by simply altering the way we talk to ourselves can bring about tremendous change in our lives. The conversations that we have with others are important and should not be taken for granted. These interactions are necessary in order for us to function in society; however, the most critical conversations we will ever have are the ones we have with ourselves.

Do you remember growing up and having our parents teach us that if we don’t have anything nice to say to someone then don’t say anything at all? That golden rule would hit me on the side of my head when I was 37 years old and realized that I was the one standing in my own way of having a better life. My pessimistic and negative internal chatter was holding me hostage from life’s many possibilities.

The thought of living out the next 50 years in this state came to an end when I decided to sit down and give myself a good talking to. I needed to focus on what was in my control and a good place to begin was by changing my inner vocabulary.

Words are the most powerful tools we have at our disposal. We need to be very careful with how we choose to aim and fire them at others but, more importantly, how our word selection can destroy our own self-confidence and keep us prisoners from reaching our true potential.

I think it would be safe to assume that I am not the only one who talks to themselves on a daily basis. We all do it. Actually, I find that the older I get this activity is more frequent than not. It’s okay to have these consultations with ourselves but only if our words are positive and encouraging.

After having this meeting with myself I came up with a new plan. Going forward, instead of being the school-yard bully in my mind and thoughts, I was going to become my own personal cheerleader by choosing to use more active and positive words.

The first order of business was to immediately stop using words like can’t, won’t and shouldn’t. Those ‘n’t’ words are stagnating and damaging. Every time we use them we have already convinced ourselves that we will ‘not’ be able to do something. I wanted to change all of that and focus my thoughts on what I ‘could’ do. It was amazing how quickly opportunities started to appear when I eliminated using those types of limiting words.

The second challenge for me was to mind my own business. How others chose to live out their lives was no longer any of my concern. When I placed my attention on fixing me (and let me tell you, that was a tall order) it was manageable and achievable. It’s not our responsibility to change others. Change begins and ends with ourselves. All we can do for others is to love and accept them for who they are.

Re-training my thoughts and dialogue is an on-going daily exercise. I compare it to an athlete preparing for their sport. Without training and practice they cannot expect to be a superstar when stepping into their arena. It takes time, dedication and patience but the results are priceless. The payoff is freedom.

 

Just Listen

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2012

I had the great opportunity to be the invited guest on a blog talk radio show (The Real Roar) which aired last month. The shows format is place where real conversations are happening among real people and talking about real issues. The show is hosted by two fabulous women: Debra Carter and Vicki Lickorish.

Vicki told a story about receiving a newsletter from her young son’s school. She has always made a point of reading anything coming from the school. But, it was in this particular newsletter that she read a very powerful piece that was submitted from a writer who wished to remain anonymous. Vicki had no idea who penned this moving piece but she was sure about one thing. This writer is a student and had to be 16 years old or perhaps even younger. I would like to share this piece of writing with you that is simply called:

Could you just listen?

 When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving me advise you’ve not done what I asked.

When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me strange as this may seem.

Listen!

 All I asked was that you listen to me, not talk or do…just hear me. I can do for myself I am not helpless, maybe discouraged and faltering, but NOT helpless.

When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.

But when you accept as a simple fact that I do feel what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I can quit trying to convince you and can get about this business of understanding what is behind this irrational feeling.

When that is clear, the answers are obvious and I do not need advice. 

For Aunty Dora

Monday, March 12th, 2012

The Little Farm House on the Hill

As a little girl it seemed as though the frequent weekend drives took forever to get to Auntie’s home. It was hard to contain my excitement knowing that eventually I would be walking into a home filled with love and into the arms of someone who always made me feel special and that I mattered.

Butterflies would begin to flutter in my stomach at the first sight of seeing the little farm house on the hill. The fluttering would only get stronger when I would finally see Auntie running from any given direction to make sure she was there to welcome everyone who piled out of the Volkswagen Beetle to visit with her. Her body language along with her smile that went from ear to ear told us all, without even uttering a word, that she was just as excited to see us as we were to see her.

We knew that as we entered her home that it wasn’t our home. But Auntie had a way of making everyone who walked through her door feel as though the little farm house on the hill was your home too!

Spending time with Auntie if it were only for a day, weekend or for the two amazing summers I stayed with her were gifts that are mine to treasure. Returning to school after those two particular summers, my school friends would brag about their vacations to places like Disney World. They never quite understood how this city girl could be so excited about visiting a little farm house on the hill located in Fisher Branch, MB. Being so young, I too, found it difficult to explain why this place was so special to me. All I knew was that every time I went to visit, I felt that Auntie’s home was my own magical kingdom where dreams could come true. My friends could keep their memories of meeting Mickey Mouse and the whole gang but I knew I had something much more special and real. I had Auntie. We all had Auntie.

As I grew older and when all my sisters and brother would reminisce about all their special times with Auntie, I quickly realized that Auntie’s love was not only reserved for me. My siblings have their special memories of times spent with this amazing woman. Auntie’s incredible gift and legacy that she leaves behind was her ability to make EVERYONE feel special and loved.

Every time we will think of borscht, puffed wheat cake, lemon meringue pie, donuts, BANANA’s, looking for a pair of lost contact lenses in slop pails, Hola, Guts, Bingo, Spoons, chicken coops, stones & rocks, gardens, flowers, riding lawn mowers or summer kitchens we will also remember our Auntie who lived in the little farm house on the hill and who loved with every part of herself, how her whole body jiggled when she laughed, how she never had a bad thing to say about anyone or how she always looked into your eyes when she spoke to you or took the time to sit down and really listen to whatever you had to say whether you were a child or an adult. We will never forget you Auntie because it’s impossible to forget those who gave us so much to remember.

Eulogy for my Aunt Doreen (my mentor) – 1919 – 2012.

Drowning in Stuff

Friday, February 17th, 2012

When the big ‘C’ entered our world it forced us to get our priorities in order pretty darn fast. Funny how a ticking time bomb will do that to you just when you thought you had it all. Very little discussion was given to how we were going to make the best use of our time while we still had it. All we knew was that we were determined to squeeze out as much living as we could into each and every single day that would be gifted to us.

The days of ‘we’ll do that tomorrow or maybe next year’ were over. Cancer made sure of that. Our decision to live spontaneously was at the top of our list and we knew immediately how we were going to achieve that. Downsize.

We had more home than we needed and knew that we could unquestionably give up the extra space. We also had all the toys: cars, camper, boat and so many other things that when it came right down to it we could definitely live without. When we started looking at our options for a new home, condo life was the answer for us.

That decision to live smaller gave us a very big return on our new investment. Our mortgage payment was less than half, insurance was lower and the money saved from not having to maintain the property was completely eliminated.

It only took a few months for us to see that our decision gave us a priceless gift – freedom. We had equity from the sale of our home, we sold the toys that no longer served their purpose and we were still generating the same monthly income. For the first time in our lives we had no financial stress.

With all this disposal income we were able to live life spontaneously. We could pick up and travel to tropical islands in the winter months and continue with our love for camping in the summer months. By letting go of material things we were no longer financial prisoners to all the ‘stuff’.

Downsizing is nothing to be embarrassed about. By making a decision to live smaller shows that you are being fiscally responsible and putting your family’s personal health and wealth at the top of your list. Living a lifestyle within your means will most certainly reduce the financial pressures you may be under. Getting rid of that stress will allow you to focus and enjoy on what really matters most – your family.

 

Halftime Analysis

Monday, February 6th, 2012

I never thought that I would have learned a life lesson by watching a football game. Of course, the game I’m referring to was yesterday’s Superbowl. I was thoroughly entertained watching the nail-biter game but my lesson came from what I heard hours earlier in the day as opposed to what I witnessed.

As I multi-tasked around the house cleaning and preparing the food we would eat during the game (because we all know how important food and snacks are for any sporting event) the TV was on. I listened to a lot of pre-game interviews and commentaries from sports analysts predicting who they thought would walk away as the world champions. I could not help notice how much focus was placed on the two men who would dictate how the game would unfold – the quarterbacks.

Correct me if I am wrong but isn’t football a team sport? We need our leaders but what about the other team members who have their jobs to do in order to secure a victory? Why do we constantly put so much pressure on one member of the team when we are supposed to be a united front all wanting the same outcome – success?

Global economists say that 2012 is going to be another rough year but it looks as though we are halfway through the hard times. It’s kind of like the world is sitting in the locker room and looking at the score at the end of the half. If we want to hoist the trophy up over our heads when the final whistle blows, we know that we will have to give it our all in the last half of the game. Pointing the finger at the quarterback to get us out of a difficult situation doesn’t work if the entire team is not willing to give 100%.

If we want to have a winning outcome it’s time that we all get suited up, roll up our sleeves and do our jobs to make it happen. Let’s not forget that we are in this game together!