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May I Have Your Attention…

Hi! I’m creating a new blog. I hope you all will follow me over at that blog. I’ll post links to it here for a while before I stop posting altogether on here. The new page is spellboundscribbler.wordpress.com and please feel free to share it. I just posted my first blog at spellboundscribbler. Come on over and take a look!

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Success is not safe

Success means stepping out of your comfort zone.  Success means trying new things until you find what works.  Success means reaching for what you want with whatever means you have available to you without hurting another person.

Sounds a little dangerous, doesn’t it?  That’s because it is.  Doing something outside the comfort zone is scary as hell sometimes.  But it is necessary if you’re going to grow as a person.  So how do you do this?

Depends on what you want to succeed at.  Basically, you look at what you have, who you know, and where you want to be.  Use the resources you have to take the steps toward your goal.

YOU are the only thing holding yourself back.  If you are always giving excuses why something didn’t work, using negative words to complain about someone else’s work simply because they’ve achieved something you haven’t, you might want to rethink what you’re doing.

Complaining about the success of another person is very negative, rude, childish.  If you have confidence in your own work, there is never a need to diss another person’s work.  Whining about someone having more or better connections than you do is simply childish.  Get off your ass and make your own connections.

If you’re not willing to work for what you want, you won’t get very far in this world.  Don’t expect to ride someone else’s coattails to happiness.  Success isn’t safe.  If you want to make something happen, you have to get busy.  Just remember to be nice about it.

Sentimental Journey

I’ve been gone way too long from here. Didn’t realize how long it had been since I wrote a new blog. I have helped open a new store, cut open my hand on a really big deli slicer, pulled out my own stitches. I have also been cleaning out my storage unit.

I have found things I forgot I owned. Some things are keepsakes from my family, items that remind me of relatives both loved and missed. Some things are reminders of things I would like to forget. I found my grandmother’s china, the family bibles, Dad’s novelty ties. I found the giant inflatable penguin with the Christmas decorations, my collection of lingerie, my wedding dress.

Standing in the heat and humidity in the middle of that room I cried, cussed, laughed hysterically. I asked questions to the air that I know I will never get answers to. While I’m not as far down the road to independence as I would like to be, I’m getting a lot closer. I’m letting go of baggage, trying to let go of emotions that are not useful, not healthy. I can’t carry it anymore. I’m trying to take flight, and it’s just a burden I don’t need to carry.

It’s taking a lot of effort to break the habit. It’s easy to cling to emotions that are familiar. New emotions are exciting, scary, addictive. But it takes time for connections to form. The old stuff is what I’m used to, even if it is bad for me. But I will keep trying, keep working on letting go of the negative and finding the positive. I will no longer hide in the shadows of who I used to be. I’m stepping out into the light.