Monday Mayhem: It’s Gonna Be Okay!

Do you ever look around and feel like nobody is dealing with the problems you are? Nobody understands what you’re going through? The pain you’re feeling is unique to you and nobody in the world will ever understand it? Guess what?

You’re wrong!

EVERYBODY has been there!

I’ve been there!

In that deep pit of despair that feels like the abyss? When you’re in that cold, dark place remember two things:

  • you’re never really alone because God is with you—call out to Him!
  • you’re also never alone because somebody has faced this problem before and survived.  You will too!

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity…a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance…” (Eccl. 3:1, 4)

My new favorite pick-me-up is a warm drink, but now that the weather is warming up you may want to make it the night before and pour it over ice in the morning. It’s just put two bags of Twinings Buttermint tea and one bag of Tazo Green tea in your mug.  Pour in 8 oz of boiling water, let it steep then sweeten with a teaspoon of honey and you’re good to go–yum!

While you’re waiting for your tea, click play on the video below, ‘cuz it really is gonna be okay!

Happy Monday.

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Flash fiction: Life’s a Challenge–Face It!

In my Creative Writing class we learned about micro-fiction or “flash” fiction, a genre that takes the “short” in short story very seriously. Micro-fiction really challenges a writer to get his or her point across quickly and creatively. Every word counts. It’s much like poetry, except it’s prose! So, last month I featured Raven’s story.  This month I’m featuring my two boys–there’s only two of them in the class–and they each did a great job with this assignment. First, “She’s Like a Wack-A-Mole Game by Thierry Lundy

Everything was fine between her and I, until she started to give me trouble.  Like a psychiatrist, I tried my best to help her resolve her issues, but this was a frustrating and expensive task.  She became too much like a wack-a-mole game.  It seemed like as soon as I would knock one issue out, another would pop up.  This led to constant visits to the store to buy her things to make her feel better.

Sometimes, I would be overcome with gladness as we rode through the city together.  I would not hear one peep from her.  To me, this was a sign that she was healed.  Filled with hope, I would say to myself, “Maybe she has overcome the wack-a-mole syndrome.”  Then on day this hope of mine quickly vanished.  While riding down the street with her, another mole popped up.  It was a big mole.  Her brakes went out.

She was my first car, a Ford Tempo.  She was my own personal wack-a-mole game.

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Next is Cory Jackson. He’s kind of a quiet force in the room, but he has a way with words. Since he didn’t have a title for this piece, I’ve chosen to call it “DECISIONS, DECISIONS”

Staring into space, it seemed I watched him contemplate every decision he’s ever made. His rights, his wrongs, the right things he’s left and the things he’s left that he knew was right. Puzzled, but yet still determined to figure out the solution in this life and death situation. As we both stood there aimlessly, I mumbled, “Just pick”.

With a sarcastic smirk he replied, “I can’t, it’s not that easy.”

“What do you mean it’s not that easy? Either pick the right one or the left one, you can’t go wrong with either one.”

“If only it was that simple” he quickly responded.

“Well, it is, so pick or I’ll choose for you.”

“Fine!” he stated, annoyed at the fact that I was rushing him to reach a conclusion, he gracefully stretched out his hand as if he knew all along which one he wanted, then  swiftly pulled it back. “Can’t I get both?”

“Absolutely not!” I responded. “Either pick or we can leave.”

Disappointed, he laughed it off. “Ok fine, I’ll go with the Kyrie 2’s rather than the Kyrie 3’s.

“Alright grab them so I can pay.”

As he grabbed the shoes of his choosing, filled with excitement, relieved his hard work of decision-making had finally payed off, I watched as my younger brother made eye connect with the beautiful patent leather on the Jordan 11’s. Noticing, I quickly shouted, “Don’t you do this!”

Standing there in a daze he looked at me and said, “But what about these?”

I sighed and sat back down. “Just pick.” In that moment I was reminded of the trouble with being a 16 year old boy.

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Monday Mayhem: Introducing Revamp Mondays!

I am so excited to introduce to you a young lady whom I met several years ago through a mutual friend. She is a physical therapist and fitness enthusiast, but besides that she is just a genuinely nice person–kind and easy-going–easy to love and  loved by many! Her name is Tanzy Chandler and she has launched Revamp Fitness, which is all about promoting health and fitness in Tanzy’s own unique way. What I love most is how Tanzy perfectly blends her strength with femininity and demonstrates how to challenge self-perceived limits to push past impossible!

I think you will enjoy hearing her unique perspective, so I’ve decided that the first Monday of each month “Monday Mayhem” will be “Revamp Monday” and Tanzy will inspire us with fitness advice, tips and videos to get us charged up for our work week. Today we’re starting with “Demote the Scale!”

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I’ve come to realize an error that we’ve made in our community.  We’ve got things backwards–we’ve elevated the trivial things and minimized important things. Case in point: The Scale. This flat, plastic device scrolls through a series of numbers and the 3 digits it rests on seem to be able to speak life or death into our hearts. A smaller number boosts our ego and a larger number fills us with shame.

What if we put the scale in its rightful place?  On the ground instead of on a pedestal.

We’ve mistakenly given it the power to measure our worth. In our lives, the scale has the power to dictate our happiness, our mood, and even the way we are perceived. We lift it up high as if it were a god and we allow it’s numbers to rule us. What if we took the scale off its man-made throne and demoted it to its rightful position? The ground.

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It is meant to lay under our feet because it is the least of all the measuring tools that exists. It cannot measure our character, nor our integrity. It has no sense of our faith, or our thoughts. It cares nothing about how much we nurture, or cultivate friendships. It knows nothing of our past and cares nothing of our future. It has no insight into our dreams and passions, desires or delights. It cannot evaluate our purpose, or our pursuits.

There’s no need for me to wear the scale as a crown on my head or as a noose around my neck. It doesn’t belong in either place.  When we understand the truth about the scale, when the scale is put in its rightful place, we can smile at it no matter how the numbers line up. We are no longer afraid of its commentary because it’s voice is powerless.

I think it’s time that we demote the scale.

Tanzy Chandler

Founder of Revamp Fitness

Inspired? Check out my Monday Mayhem series for more inspiration to kick off your work week! And don’t forget to check out my recipes which will give you energy to get through the day.

Happy Monday!

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