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There IS always room at the top.

I love F words :)

Flexibility. It got me through the move
into our new home & business this week.
Every monkey wrench that was thrown,
including snow!  But I knew that somehow, no matter what,
if I could just stay grounded things would get done despite
people and circumstances I had no control over.

     Don't get me wrong, there were moments I wanted to pull out my hair especially when sparks flew out of electric sockets and doorknobs fell off leaving me trapped for twenty minutes in a room I couldn't get out of.
     But somehow deep down, I knew, that no matter how high the moving boxes were piled or how much cleaning I still have to do - nothing was/is catastrophic
and everything would be ok.

Be my mantra.

It's definitely working mentally and spiritually.
NowI just have to get my body to be in the same harmony.
Moving hurts!
My count is twenty two times since I turned 18.
Sophia and I have moved seven times since she was born.
I'd love to semi retire my gypsy right now :)

     Friends from near and far stopped by to
show support or offer hands to help move.
I know I gave a shout of thanks but I really am in
awe of the people who SHOWED UP.
(...reminds me of a cheer that takes me back to MHS!)
I am inspired. I am overwhelmed
with possibility and love on a wing and a prayer.

But there is something not so light and airy that I have to get off my chest.
I am wishing those giving lip service about myself and my new endeavor the divine discernment to really understand that at the end of the day your success is my success and vice versa.

We, as a people - are a community - Jim Thorpe and beyond.
We all want the same good things for our families, ourselves and loved ones at the end of the day.
Those who share in gifts similar to mine and offer services similar to the ones I do, through your unkind words I'd like to thank you for reminding me that it's important to remain solid in my spiritual position, LOVE.
 I want the best for you. NOT the worst
 I treat other people the way I want to be treated.
This does not however mean that I will be a doormat or that
I am not human and I don't get upset or angry.
I was both when chatty gossip graced my desk from strangers visiting my new space this weekend.

Ladies and gentleman, be gentle with yourself and be good to others.
We're all going through something behind closed doors right now.
So please keep your side of the street clean.
None of us are separate.  That is an illusion.
There is universal abundance for everyone.
Love is real.
And really, there is SO much room at the top
because the universe wants us to succeed.
In this I firmly believe.
And in that, I forgive you.

Love, Luck and Success to


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