People inspire you or they drain you- pick them wisely. -Hans F. Hansen
You know who I’m talking about.
They’re the ones you turn to when no one gets what you’re trying to say.
The ones who have your back when someone screws you over or if you hit hard times.
The ones that make you laugh until your sides hurt and you can’t breathe, but you have to keep laughing because they’re so damn funny.
The ones who can read your face and then read your mind like a scary psychic, only it’s not scary. It’s awesome.
The ones who challenge you to push yourself a bit further than yesterday without ever making you feel like a loser because you haven’t quite reached your goals yet.
The ones who let you go on and on about the same crisis that’s kept you in the dumps for awhile and know when to just listen and and when it’s time to intervene.
The ones who make it okay to let out your full crazy- you know, the little peccadilloes you keep hidden from the general public- without judgement. In fact, they let their freak flags fly too.
The ones you don’t have ever have to explain yourself to because they know you well enough to understand who you are deep down and ultimately what you need.
The ones you trust and love, and more importantly, who trust and love you. As is.
Yeah, those guys.
To all my ones who’ve been there for me through it all; traveling around the world, frat parties, dancing in store windows, career changes, breaking lifting records, tearful confessions, breakups to makeups to breakups again, running away, family fights, and all of the firsts:
“Whether we name divine presence synchronicity, serendipity, or graced moment matters little. What matters is the reality that our hearts have been understood. Nothing is as real as a healthy dose of magic which restores our spirits.”
The last line of Long’s quote resonates profoundly for me, especially this week. I never gave serendipity much thought before, simply because I wrote those moments off as coincidence.
As I gave myself over to mindfulness and developed a deeper awareness of the signs around me, I realized that sometimes the universe unexpectedly opens a door. It might not be where I thought I was headed, but it’s always directed me where I needed to go.
Each time I experience serendipity, I feel what can only be described as wonder at what a bit of faith and time can yield in light of a desperate situation. It’s profoundly humbling. And magical too.
Have you ever felt serendipitous moments?
What are you thankful for this week?
Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below or on FB and Twitter.
As always, keep paying it forward. Stay healthy! 🙂
This has become a bad habit I’ve developed the last few months.
Late to work. Late to the gym. Late to meet up with friends. Late to finalize my plans for New Year’s Eve (spent at home because I couldn’t make up my mind). Late to pretty much everything.
And here I am, late to write this post.
2013 was a strange year. An understatement of sorts because there’s no good way to boil down 365 days into one word. But that’s what it was: strange. With a side of bewildering. And a dash of weird.
As I rung out 2012, I proclaimed 2013 to be “MY year!” (to be fair, I spent last New Year’s Eve out with friends and made this statement after several celebratory drinks post-ball drop. Wasn’t late to that one).
Lucky thirteen, I thought. And it was lucky. Extraordinary in fact:
I spent 40 days exploring my spirituality and actively learning more about the nature of happiness through my then-guru’s miracle makeover program.
I tackled my racial identity issues head on by proclaiming loudly that the judgement of others had no bearing on who I am as an individual.
I FINALLY learned how to ride a bike, a major hurdle in more ways than one.
I opened up about my issues with disordered eating after my experiment with the Paleo diet.
I went back to school! I’m working towards a masters certificate in Nutrition Science at Tufts University and I just completed a course in wellness coaching certification. MAJOR win for the year.
I tested myself in the kitchen and created my own cookbook of sorts, by sharing my experiments here on this blog and promoting a Meatless Monday agenda.
I received the utterly surprising nod from Latina magazine as a top blogger this past summer which is both rewarding and humbling.
I beat my own expectations for what I was capable of physically by picking up powerlifting at the beginning of the year and then surpassing my own goals by December with this incredible lift.
These are just a handful of moments. There were personal experiences of transformations and epiphanies that pushed me to take a glimpse beyond my limits, if at least for a moment. Those brief periods illuminated a path for me by opening my mind up to new possibilities.
But not all was bright and cherry. There were changes that I struggled with as well. I celebrated the unions of my closest friends at their weddings this past year and watched them take those huge steps towards a new chapter in their lives. And I couldn’t help reflecting on my own.
Where was I headed? Who am I going to be when I reach that stage? Will I ever be ready for marriage when I don’t even feel ready for this life on my own?
The strong foot forward that started out the year, shifted as the road took a turn. My steps became unsure and I lost sight of my direction. I stepped away from this world that I spent the better part of the year building and I stopped writing.
It seemed that with each passing day I was slouching towards Bethlehem more than traversing the path of enlightenment.
It’s no wonder I find myself late to pretty much everything these days.
As the ball dropped on 2013, I took note of these changes and how I ended up in this period of malaise. And I got restless.
The truth is that when I shut myself off to the outside world by running away from social networks, this blog, and other commitments, I was really opening myself up to a brand new journey. It’s unexpected and frightening, but one of the most incredible changes (and challenges) to come my way in a very long time.
I was close to dismissing this year as a failure in my grand experiment to reshape my perspectives on life, health, and happiness simply because the transformations didn’t appear tangible or wholly impressive. Then I realized that I sold myself way too short, another habit that I have yet to shake.
We never know when our worlds will change or how, but when they do it seems that everything is new again. And that’s how I feel right now. Brand new and aware of more than just myself and my choices. My understanding of love and happiness is complex and ever-changing. My opinions of what being healthy means is also evolving with each new experience. I hope to continue challenging myself to stop saying “I can’t” by trying new things and pushing past my boundaries.
I don’t know what’s in store for me in 2014. With horizons broadened each day, I’m inching along in this journey. There’s ups and then there’s downs, but I’m finally beginning to understand that no matter how much I run away from the world, I am never truly alone or truly disconnected.
If there’s only one thing I can take away from my ‘lucky 13’ it’s the power of gratitude and perspective. Taking the time to reflect and reset forces me to recall why I started all of this in the first place. There are still so many goals I want to accomplish for myself and for the community around me. It’s never too late to get back to who you are and your mission. If you find yourself caught between action and inaction, remember that you can always reset and start over. Each moment is an opportunity and it turns out that I’m right on time for mine.
Happy New Year everyone! I’m looking forward to sharing much more with you in 2014 so stay tuned!!
As always, keep paying it forward and stay healthy! 🙂