tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72937519948819318032024-03-12T17:05:55.213-07:00Brass Honey50% substance, 50% superficial. Brass Honey is a blog written by a 34 year old California girl. Married, living childfree and enjoying lifes little luxuries. Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-4199633394954174322016-01-10T14:29:00.000-08:002016-03-08T15:40:22.034-08:00What A DIfference A Year MakesAt this time last year I was starting down a very rocky road. A mere four days into the New Year and <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-uncontrollable-part-1.html" target="_blank">"the uncontrollable"</a> had wiped out any hope I had for 2015. I know, so dramatic right? <br />
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That's how it felt though.<br />
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There were many challenges and changes in the last year. There was also incredible strength, growth and relationship building. My life will never be the same, it will be better.<br />
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Today I can look back on 2015 as a year of great personal growth. I spent a lot of time setting myself up for success in 2016. I did a lot of hard work. I dug the foundation. Last year my goal was survival. This year looks quite different!<br />
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<b>Resolution:</b><br />
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1. <b>Don't be so hard on yourself.</b> Less self hate, more self love. There were points in 2015 where I was downright cruel to myself. I had myself believing that if I could just try harder or if I was less scared that I could actually will what was going on with my eyes away. That's crazy and not at all even remotely possible. When that asshole of a voice chimes in this year I plan to yell "shut the hell up" amongst other things. <br />
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2. S<b>top spending time doing things that don't make you happy</b>. I spent all of 2015 going to yoga classes at the gym because I love yoga. Only thing is I don't love the yoga that's taught at the gym. I love slow, restorative, meditative yoga. Not add a push-up before every chaturanga yoga.<br />
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My gym membership is free though and it's convenient so I continued to go all year long even though I wasn't enjoying it. Those days are behind me. I'd rather take a spin class which I find uplifting or pay a monthly fee at a yoga studio more in-tune with my preferences.<br />
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3. <b>Take control LESS. </b>This is a big one for me. Having been brought up in a very unstable environment I learned at a young age that to feel safe I had to be in control. As an adult and someone who's been in a safe place for a long time now I could have let that responsibility go a bit. <br />
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I haven't though. Instead I turned it into a career. I'm the one planning, fixing, leading and creating order. Add to that my marriage to a homebody. If Dar and I have a social engagement it's because I planned it well in advance.<br />
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The thing is, I don't want to be in control in all facets of my life. Some of my best days ever have been days where someone else was in charge. Spur of the moment trips. Go with the flow situations. I am desperately craving the feelings I feel on those days. They are after all what I just referred to as <strong><em><u>the best days ever</u></em></strong>. I need them more often. <br />
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4. <b>Let shit go</b>. I have gotten leaps and bounds better at this but there is still room for improvement. Obviously I'm human and I have feelings of sadness, anger etc. I don't need to let them carry me away though. Acknowledging the feelings help. I mean of course I'm upset that I can't drive myself to In-N-Out when I have a craving. I've suffered a huge loss by not being able to drive anymore. It's ok for me to be down about that at times. Indulge for a minute or so though and then it's time to move on.<br />
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<b>Goals:</b><br />
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1. <b>Cut out reality tv</b>. One show at a time. By the end of the year they'll all be gone. I'm betting I'll be a more positive person for it. I tell myself that watching "those train wrecks" makes me feel better about myself but in all honesty I think they're really just making me a more negative person. The first to go is Keeping Up With The Kardashians.<br />
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2. <b>Save $1200 for Paris</b>. Certainly not enough for the trip but I am horrible at saving money so this will be a huge deal for me.<br />
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And lastly, my word of the year. I thought about this one a lot. Like a lot a lot. I think the word I've decided on is absolute perfection...<br />
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<b>EASE</b><br />
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<b>My word of the year is ease! </b><br />
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"Ego says, once everything falls into place I'll feel peace. Spirit says, find your peace and then everything will fall into place". Marianne Williamson<br />
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I've been doing it egos way for my entire adult life. It's time to let my spirit have a chance. I'm ready to stop trying so hard. <br />
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With that I wish you all a very happy New Year. XO <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-30073999372744543422015-11-12T09:44:00.002-08:002016-03-08T15:51:54.903-08:00An Update- My Eyes <span style="font-family: "calibri";">Funny thing. When you think
you're going blind and you find out that you're not, at least not yet, anything
less than that seems totally cool. I imagine that's how you feel when you
hear the words "you have cancer". Initially you freak the fuck
out, and rightfully so, but then you realize that there are far worse things
that could be happening to you. I mean hey, you're not dead right. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I say that last line
jokingly. In the midst of Complete Panic and Fear I read an article that
said the only thing worse than death was going blind. The person who
wrote that article should be killed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
<em>Joking again.</em></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It's taken me months and months
and months to get to this point. To the point where I can kid about such
things. To the point where I can talk about my eye condition without
tearing up. I tell you the words baby steps have never meant so
much. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Since January I've experienced a
wide array of emotions and states:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Complete Panic</b>, what the
fuck is happening to me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Fear</b>, lots and lots of
fear. Most of it irrational.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Denial</b>, this is not
happening to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Sadness</b>, like in I've
never felt so sorry for myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Isolation</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Depression</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Desperation</b>, I'd do
anything if things could just go back to the way they were before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>False acceptance</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>More false acceptance</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Anger</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Avoidance, </b><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">ignore it and it will go away</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Empowerment, </b><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">this will not stop me</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>Preparing for what's to come</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">As you can see from the list
above I still haven't found real true acceptance. I know it
will come though. In the meantime I'm currently hanging out teetering
back and forth between </span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Ignore it and it will go away, Empowerment
and Preparing for what's to come.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I’ve been in worse places! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Anyways, I’ve come a long way from where I left you back in May (</span><a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-uncontrollable-part-1.html"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "calibri";">here</span></a><span style="font-family: "calibri";">,
</span><a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-unvontrollable-part-2.html"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "calibri";">here</span></a><span style="font-family: "calibri";">)
so I thought it was time for an update. </span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Let's do this list style shall
we.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><strong>1. I'm still not driving and I have
accepted the fact that I won't be anytime soon.</strong> After 2 more payments my
car is going back to the dealer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">In January when things were fresh
and new Dar and I decided that we would give my brain a chance to adapt to the
floaters (that actually can happen) and that we would wait until the end of
August to assess my driving. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">August came and went and I still
wasn't comfortable behind the wheel but I couldn't let go of the car. In
my head hanging onto the car meant that I would drive again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The car was merely a symbol though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Prior to recent events my
greatest fear was always losing the privilege of driving. I've had to
work hard for my license. Unlike most people I didn't start
driving at 16. I think I was 20. Since then I've had to meet
regular requirements like behind the wheel driving tests, full reports from my eye
doctors etc.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">There's more though. The
harsh fact is this, losing sight and losing independence go hand in
hand. That's a tough pill to swallow my friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Giving up my car doesn’t mean
that I will never drive again, but not driving again means that I
have to rely on other people to get me where I need to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Having a car doesn't change that. Besides, </span>I haven't been a driver for 10 months now so
it's about damn time I let go of the car and SAVE SOME FRICKEN MONEY.
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><strong>2. The vitreous floaters have not
gone away, either have the veils of blurriness or the flashes of light.</strong>
I'll have a few descent days where my sight is almost where it was before all
of this happened but then BAM. On Sunday for example I ran out of our
home office in a frenzy because I thought a giant bug (like 3 inches and super
black) was slithering across the carpet. I insisted there was something
there. Dar searched the room. There was nothing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><strong>3. For about 6 months
I didn't tell anyone outside of a very small circle what I was
experiencing.</strong> There were lots of reasons for me wanting to keep
quiet. Mainly I was in denial. I also didn't want people to feel
sorry for me. Ultimately though I didn't want to be vulnerable at such a
vulnerable time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">In the last few months that's all
changed. I wouldn't say I'm shouting my challenges from
the rooftops but I am definitely opening up more when it's appropriate. It's been pretty magical actually. I'd
like to show you what I mean by that…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Picture someone you don't know
very well (really do this ok). Maybe
it's someone you work with, someone you see at the gym,
someone who lives down the street etc. Whoever this person is,
they're someone from outside of your inner circle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I know you have ideas about this
person. How they are. What they're like. From the outside
looking in they may seem like they live a pretty charmed life.
Or maybe they seem nasty and you think to yourself, man they must have
a miserable home life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The point I want to make here is
this. You don't really know anything about the person you're judging yet
you’ve managed to develop ideas and beliefs about them. Beliefs based on
very little, opinion really.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">This is where the term
"everyone has their stuff" comes in and why it’s so important to keep
in the forefront of our minds. The person you were imaging just now,
they're going through something. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">What I've learned through all of
this is that people (especially the ones outside of your inner circle) want to
see you without your armor on. It helps them to relate to you, to be more
accepting of you, to be more understanding, more empathetic. I’m
pretty confident that if you opened up about whatever it is you've got going on in your life right now to the person in this world that you
think judges you the most, they wouldn't dare hurt you. In fact they'd probably want to help you and in turn it would change your relationship
for the better. I know this because it recently happened to me.
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I've gained so much support from
literal strangers because I've been brave enough to share my story
and to be vulnerable. I've been inspired by people who after hearing my story wanted to share theirs. It goes against all of our natural instincts but if you
can take the leap it really can be life changing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><strong>4. I went to visit to the Braille
Institute of San Diego</strong>. The point of this trip was preparation.
Until my visit I really had no idea what types of services or aids were
available for people with low or no vision. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><o:p>While I was there I bought a few magnifiers to help me see better (real magnifiers, not the crap you buy on Amazon).</o:p></span></div>
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I played with some really cool high tech gadgets that are truly incredible and ridiculously expensive! <br />
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I discovered that yellow lenses help with sensitivity to light. I learned that there are classes and resources to help me with things I never imagined I'd need help with. Some things made me uncomfortable. Some things I'm not ready to experience yet. <br />
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I was so proud of my strength throughout my visit until I got to this space.<br />
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Each painting might as well have been a Mona Lisa.<br />
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Watercolor, clay, pottery, all done by those with little to no sight. I was in tears the minute I stepped foot into this sun drenched space. In that moment I felt hope. Aw inspiring, completely consuming, hope. <br />
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I don't know where I'll be six months from now. What condition my eyes will be in or how I'll feel about what I'm experiencing. I do know that while it might not always be pretty I will be ok no matter what happens. I leave you here on a positive note. All the best my friends. XO</div>
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-17045812900521564502015-10-21T14:35:00.000-07:002016-03-08T16:23:13.994-08:00One Dollar, One Idea and One Story at a TimeFor my birthday this year I received a gift that literally took my breath away and brought tears to my eyes. The box arrived on the 29th. I remember because I was headed out the door to get my make-up done for the Taylor Swift concert. My excitement for the night's events almost stopped me from opening the package but something told me to open the box before I left. I sat down on the doormat and I tore into the brown packaging. Inside a framed map of Paris. <br />
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One of the most meaningful gifts I've ever received. Made even more meaningful because I know the sender had no idea what an impact their gift would have on me. <br />
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This particular gift symbolized a dream that I know will one day come true. It helped me to believe in myself. <br />
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Last year I started talking about taking a trip to Paris but I quickly brushed the idea off. <em> I'm not the kind of girl that goes to Paris. Paris is expensive. Paris is so far. Paris is for girls who are loved. </em><br />
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It took the map for me to see that I am the kind of girl who goes to Paris. Why wouldn't I be? I don't know why but sometimes it takes having someone else believe in your dream before you can believe in it yourself. I guess I needed validation. Without question this trip seems overwhelming. How will I pay for such an extravagant trip? Dar and I have been known to take expensive vacations but I think I want to go this one alone. This is my dream after all, not his. <br />
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To help me not be paralyzed by negative thoughts and questions I've started saving one dollar at a time, or rather $40 at a time It's a small amount but it easily goes unnoticed and over time will get me to Paris. <br />
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Dreams get tossed aside because they feel too big, too overwhelming, unattainable. <strong>We're so used to getting things we want right away that the idea of saving and working for something seems defeating.</strong> I hate that.<br />
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Paris isn't my only dream...<br />
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If things go according to plan (which I've recently learned doesn't always happen) Dar and I will be retiring from our full time jobs in the next seven years. He'll be 52, I'll be 45. When financial freedom is finally upon us, I dream of running my own business. <br />
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I've been an entrepreneur since I was five. I've ran countless lemonade stands. I packaged and sold mistletoe at Christmas. I even owned and operated a neighborhood newspaper with a buddy. Aren't we cute?<br />
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It's in my blood. I have ideas. I have plans. <br />
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Right now though I have some pretty big responsibilities that I can't neglect. For the next seven years I need to earn and save as much money as humanly possible so that our dream of retiring is a reality. There is no freedom if this goal is not met. <br />
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We're so close but sometimes the thought of waiting seven more years is infuriating.<br />
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In the meantime I try to satisfy that hunger by writing down every single idea that pops into my head. Every business name. Every service possibly imaginable. For now this is how I keep this dream alive.<br />
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And ten there's the dream that's always been there. The dream I think a lot of us bloggers share. I want to write a book. I want to write about my challenges and about how they've molded me. More than anything though <strong>I want to write about how I'm learning to break the molds and become the person I'm meant to be.</strong> <br />
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There are two things stopping me.<br />
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1. At 36 I'm still figuring it out. I'm on the brink of something big right now. A growth spurt of sorts. I can feel it in the air and in my body. I know whatever it is I'm about to learn will be pivotal. This won't be my only growth spurt though. How can I write a book on overcoming challenges and living an inspirational life if I haven't yet learned all there is to know?<br />
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2. I understand that there will have to be some back story but I really don't want to focus on the past. I've worked incredibly hard to move away from it and only recently do I think I've finally broken free. With that said, it might be too soon for me to write this book. <br />
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My main objective is to inspire. I want to prove that despite great challenges it is possible to be a whole person. A happy person. No matter what life has thrown at me I've always been able to learn and to grow and be an example and an inspiration to others. That's a message that's worth sharing.<br />
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I think it's safe to say I've come a long way from<a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2014/06/ive-stopped-dreaming.html" target="_blank"> the girl who wrote this</a> more than a year ago. Wish me well my friends. All my love. XO<br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-6171036950182512872015-10-16T14:22:00.000-07:002015-10-16T14:22:25.938-07:00I Just Can't Get EnoughI've been known to over-exaggerate but I assure you when I say I <em>love, need, want</em> a hundred different things a day that I mean that I <em>love, need, want</em> a hundred different things a day. I'm a consumer and I'm easily excited what can I say. <br />
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Anyways, there are really truly special items/rituals that hold my attention. That's how I know I love something. When that happens I then have to tell everybody I know just how great such and such is. This is the best blah, blah, blah in the entire world (see my zest for over-exaggeration). <br />
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Today I wanted to share the things I just can't get enough of lately with you.<br />
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<strong><a href="http://www.poppin.com/coral-signature-ballpoint-pens-set-of-12-102895+%3A+100313.html#start=1" target="_blank">My Poppin pen</a></strong>. How I only have one is beyond me. These pens write incredibly smooth and feel great in your hand. I want all the colors.<br />
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<strong><a href="http://www.ulta.com/ulta/browse/productDetail.jsp?productId=xlsImpprod5260143" target="_blank">Orly Nail Defense</a></strong>. My nails were in really bad shape after 6 months of gel polish applications. Gel is phenomenal for it's longevity but your nails really do take a beating over time. I apply gel from November through the holidays and normally wrap up after our anniversary in April. Sadly it usually takes the next 6 months to get my nails back in good condition. This year however Orly Nail Defense had my nails stronger than ever in no time. I can't recommend this product enough.<br />
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<strong><a href="http://www.shopbando.com/collections/new/products/sticker-book" target="_blank">Ban.do sticker book</a></strong>. I only bought my first planner in August so I'm very new to the planning world but I'm absolutely loving it so far. My Ban.do sticker book has made little things like haircuts and visits to the coffee shop so much more special! This weekend Ban.do is offering 20% off. If you use a planner you should definitely pick this little book up, it's been so much fun. <br />
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<strong><a href="http://www.ulta.com/ulta/browse/productDetail.jsp?productId=xlsImpprod4450509" target="_blank">Sebastian Penetrate Shampoo</a> and <a href="http://www.ulta.com/ulta/browse/productDetail.jsp?productId=xlsImpprod4450507" target="_blank">Conditioner</a></strong>. <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2013/08/best-in-beauty-for-non-makeup-girl.html" target="_blank">I used Total Hair Care for years</a> but thought it was time for a change. After trying a few different shampoo and conditioner combos from Redkin I decided to give Sebastian a try. I love this shit!!! The volume after using these products is amazing. My hair feels clean and smells great. Bonus points for being able to air dry my hair and have it look fabulous. This product is amazing and I can't recommend it enough. <br />
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<strong><a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/free-people-braeburn-bootie-women/3790068?origin=keywordsearch-personalizedsort&contextualcategoryid=0&fashionColor=Tobacco&resultback=334" target="_blank">Free People booties</a></strong>. The color, the leather, the comfort. I can't get enough of these bad boys. What more is there to say.<br />
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Aside from over cooking everything my second greatest downfall is the kitchen is not knowing how to season food. Spices can make or break a dish. I've been using <a href="http://shop.scottsfoodproducts.com/Seasonings_c5.htm" target="_blank"><strong>Scotts Food Products</strong></a> Santa Maria and Lemon Pepper seasoning on everything from chicken to eggs to potatoes to roasted veggies and they've all turned out great. <br />
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<strong><a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/williams-sonoma-logo-oven-mitt/?pkey=chomekeeping-oven-mitts%7C%7C&group=1&sku=9385105" target="_blank">William Sonoma Oven Mitts</a></strong>. Yep, I've got oven mitts on the list. Dar and I had the same mitts for 11 years and I figured it was time to replace them. These feel so fresh and the padding inside is incredibly cushy. It's amazing how luxurious an oven mitt can feel when you've been using the same set for over a decade.<br />
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This only started three weeks ago but it's a habit I am so happy I've gotten myself into. Dar and I work slightly different schedules and since <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-uncontrollable-part-1.html" target="_blank">I'm no longer driving</a>, he drops me at work before he heads in. I don't start until 8:00 so I have more than an hour to kill. Until a few weeks ago I was a total nut and had been coming into the office and putting in an extra hour of work. A lights can on and recently and I realized that my time would be much better spent at <strong><a href="http://sdbeanbar.com/" target="_blank">my favorite coffee shop</a></strong> either reading, working on Brass Honey or just relaxing. It's been amazing and is the best way to start the day. <br />
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OBSESSED. I picked up my <a href="https://instagram.com/p/5K7mGfrhT0/?taken-by=skerns" target="_blank"><strong>Lettuce Be Friends tee</strong></a> in July and have worn it once a week ever since. Same goes for the <a href="http://store.taylorswift.com/1989----Album-Cover-Tour-Ringer-Tee.html" target="_blank"><strong>T-Swift concert tee</strong></a> I picked up in August. New to the rotation is my <a href="http://liveagreatstory.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Live A Great Story tee</strong></a> c/o. I'm dying to get my grubby little hands on the <a href="http://liveagreatstory.com/product/green-graphic-tee/" target="_blank">green sleeved version</a>. The messaging inspires me and has ever since last November when I spotted this really <a href="https://instagram.com/p/wCYHiHLhbm/" target="_blank">awesome street art</a> mere blocks from my office. All three of these tees are incredibly comfortable, great quality and very me. Dar teases that I only wear clothes with saying on them now. What can I say, I love what I love. <br />
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<strong><a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/free-people-scalloped-lace-bandeau/2957273?origin=keywordsearch-personalizedsort&contextualcategoryid=0&fashionColor=Jewel+Green&resultback=181" target="_blank">Free People bandeau!</a></strong> I bought this in early August and am shocked as hell that I don't own it in every color. I hate strapless bras. I've tried them all and have NEVER found one that I don't have to pull up every 15 minutes. This bandeau may not provide loads of support but when you're a B cup you don't really need it. I constantly reach for this bandeau over a regular bra. It's just so comfortable and the lace back is sexy as all get out.<br />
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I've never gotten more bang for my buck. I wear <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kenneth-Cole-REACTION-Hook-Slow/dp/B00PVM98QY" target="_blank"><strong>these $27 shoes</strong></a> at least 3 days a week and have ever since I bought them in August. They are so comfortable (minor break in period), look super cute and rocker chic and go with everything from a tee and jeans to a pencil skirt and sweater. I LOVE THEM! <br />
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What a crazy mash up of items right. Everything from spices to shampoo and undergarments. What are you loving lately? I'd love to hear from you. Have a happy weekend my friends. XO.<br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-30650490679506762872015-10-10T10:41:00.002-07:002015-10-14T14:41:36.539-07:00Playing Well With Others, At Work<div style="text-align: left;">
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It's Saturday and I'm sure the VERY last thing you want to think about right now is work. Shit, some of you may even have a long weekend ahead of you. The thing is, if I don't get this post out today I'm going to have to rewrite the opening sentence. A sentence I wrote on Monday. I don't want to do that so here we go, we're thinking about work on a Saturday morning. You're welcome!</div>
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<strong><em>Last week I took one of those cheesy two-day communications seminars, "Communicating With Tact, Diplomacy and Professionalism".</em></strong> </div>
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I know, I know, like that entire opening paragraph was necessary for the above sentence. What can I say it was a matter of principal!</div>
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Anyways in case you don't know this about me, I earned my degree in Communication Studies. <em>A long time ago</em>. Long before I had any actual experience working with people in a professional capacity. Long before I had real life situations I could apply what I learned to. Long before I even really cared about communicating. </div>
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The honest to goodness truth is that in the eleventh hour I changed my major for the eight time so that I could <i>finally</i> graduate. I actually use to brag because I graduated with so many more credits than what was required. Crazy!</div>
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The point I'm trying to get to here is that a lot of the material covered in last week's seminar wasn't exactly new to me. More than a decade after earning my degree though it served as a great reminder that there are things I can do to better communicate with people I've struggled to have good working relationships with in the past.</div>
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<b>I don't like everyone I work with and I know that not everyone I work with likes me.</b> Shocking right? The thing is, <b>we have to work with people we don't like. </b>There's really no way around it. </div>
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For me, the interactions I have with the people I know don't like me or that I don't like are always the hardest. I really do think the tips I about to share will a great help though. I've already put them to use and am quickly seeing results. So here goes:</div>
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1. <b>Seek first to understand and then be understood</b>. People are a lot more likely to listen to you if they feel like they've been listened to. Sounds simple enough right? This is tricky though isn't it? I mean how often do you raise your voice and immediately start talking so that you can get your points across? Like being the loudest and first to talk is the only way to be heard. Think about any heated argument you see on reality t.v. I mean can't you picture all the housewives screaming and talking at once during a reunion show. Nothing's actually be accomplished. </div>
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2. <b>Explain yourself not because you have to but because it helps people who don't trust you understand your reasoning.</b> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Basically get over yourself! I've struggled with this one for a long time. Right off the bat this internal dialogue starts to take place when someone questions me. "I don't need to tell you why I made the decision I made. God, what is wrong with you! You should trust that I made the best decision possible because I am an ethical and considerate person." </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don't know about you but following that internal dialogue I become incredibly defensive which I'm certain is part of the reason the person in question doesn't like or trust me in the first place. Vicious cycle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">3. <b>If you don't address and correct inappropriateness than you're saying it's ok. AKA, what you permit you promote. </b></span>I'm actually ashamed by the amount of inappropriateness I've let slide, particularly when it comes to how I've let people talk to me and my team. The next time a situation like this occurs I'm going to turn it around and ask whomever it is if there's something I've done to offend them. Often times when someone does something inappropriate we freeze up and are unable to respond because whatever just transpired is typically so out of line. Having this little gem in my back pocket will absolutely be helpful. With that said you have to be prepared to ask the same person the question "is there something I've done to offend you" multiple times. Changes are the person you're asking will be thrown off guard by the fact that instead of freezing up you actually had a response. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p>4. <b>Keep your mind and words positive!</b> Side note: we become the average of the 5 people we spend the most time with. Are you spending time with positive people? </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I'm trying to kick butt in this department </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. I want to know what the most positive thing is to
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">5. <strong>Understanding what people value and fear will help you adjust the way you communicate with them</strong>. The last hour of the seminar </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">we took a short quiz to determine our communication styles.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Imagine a large square divided in quarters. Inside each quarter of the square is a
different communication style (relater, initiator, thinker, director). </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The location of your communication style (which is determined by selecting the characteristics that best describe you) in relation to the other styles determines how well you typically work together. For instance t</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">he style diagonal to your style is supposed to
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I already knew my communication style but what was helpful
was the list we were given of the qualities and traits valued by each
style. We were also given a list of the things that each style feared the
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Let's just say you're someone who's focused on getting the job done now aka. let's cut to the chase but you're working with someone who really values feelings and rapport. These are two very different styles of communicators and they're bound to be issues! It won't kill the person who's all business all the time to take a minute or two to build a relationship ("how are your kids", "what a great vacation photo" etc.) with the person who values people above checking the box. Over time they'll begin to look at the person as less direct and "controlling" "rash" etc. It's a win-win and a very small concession to make. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">6. Last but definitely not least, <strong>some people are just assholes!</strong> You can do everything in your power to be the best possible communicator and some people are still going to act like pricks. Don't be discouraged when you run into these people and don't let them stop you from trying to improve communication with them. You can't control how others will behave but you don't have to let their bad attitudes control you either. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are two people that for years now I have said hello to, opened doors for etc. and have received not a single hello or thank you in return. One day, on a bad day I let that get to me and while holding the door open for one of them I finally snapped and said "you're welcome" as they walked through the door. Still there was silence and all it managed to do was make me feel bad for sinking to their level. I hated that I let myself go there but decided to ditch my ego and go on with the hellos and so on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I'm really proud of this post and I truly hope you'll get some good use out of some of these ideas. I'd love to hear if you have any experience with any of the above or if you have some tips of your own. Have a fantastic day my friends. </span></div>
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-34199067885362713422015-09-28T10:00:00.003-07:002015-09-28T14:40:25.567-07:00Some Things Are Just Meant To Be<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;">Mariah, you are cute and quirky and a bit of a spaz.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;">It's comforting to be able to say something without over thinking it because you know the person on the receiving end knows that you have a good heart and that the words "you're not that nice of a person" don't mean that you're not a nice person.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;">You're the nicest person! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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Finally finding <a href="https://www.blogger.com/">the perfect chambery shirt</a> to replace the one you tore more than a year ago and being super pumped to get it home and washed so that I can start wearing the hell out of it only to find that the sensor is still attached.<br />
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That one car that just has to cut in front of you while you're merging onto the highway.<br />
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Picking up sushi for lunch and the cashier asking you if you want your change, $0.35. Yes I want my fricken change!<br />
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Sorting through Halloween decorations to figure out what new items you might need for the year and having a dozen people ask you if you're decorating <i>ALREADY.</i><br />
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Being excited to come home to <a href="http://www.overstock.com/Home-Garden/Metal-I-Picture-Frame-11-x-17-inches/9570049/product.html?refccid=DCHOSTBVROVYWOSDBH42DJ3LCI&searchidx=4" target="_blank">a frame you ordered</a> for your Taylor Swift poster only to discover that it's a total piece of shit.<br />
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Falling asleep while meditating and waking up in the morning with a stiff neck because you slept sitting up.<br />
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Ugh, all in a days work! I feel better already though so thank you for letting me vent. And the pictures, we'll they're from our trip to the Caribbean this Spring. Something that was definitely NOT annoying.<br />
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The silence here is starting to get to me. <br />
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I'm not writing just to write though. <br />
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I'll never do that again. <br />
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I'm writing in the hopes that getting some of the stuff out of my head, even if it's just little stuff, will help me find focus. <br />
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I have no focus lately.<br />
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In fact I feel like I have ADD.<br />
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My head is so fucking full of thought and ideas it's about to burst. <br />
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Usually my thoughts race around like leaves in the wind. I either catch a leaf or it blows away. The leaves don't stick around. They're always coming and going. <br />
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What's been going on for the last several weeks is very different. <br />
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I've been trying to think of an analogy to use but I can't find a poetic way to describe "this", so here goes a long ramble. <br />
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Envision a room. Not too big. Not too small. Just an average room.<br />
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The room is painted in a muted eggshell color. <br />
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The ceiling is low.<br />
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There are light colored hardwood floors, they're worn. <br />
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The room has no windows. <br />
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The room has one door with a overly shiny gold knob. <br />
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You're standing in the room alone at first.<br />
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The space is bland but it's comfortable. <br />
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And then...<br />
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Every few minutes or so a body walks into the room. Another body. Another body. The room is starting to get full. <br />
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Your standing shoulder to shoulder now. <br />
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There is no ceiling fan. It's getting hot. <br />
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More bodies pile in. Nobody is leaving, only more bodies coming.<br />
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The space now feels too full. The air is getting thick. Why won't someone leave? Why does everyone want to stay? <br />
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It's hot. Did I say that already?<br />
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You're about to start panicking. <br />
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I'm waiting for the room to clear now. <br />
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Thank god the ideas and thoughts in my head are positive ones but damn, I feel like I'm going insane. <br />
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I can barely manage to get out the mundane. <br />
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I've been writing a life lately post since Tuesday!<br />
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The big ideas, they're hiding in the crowd somewhere. <br />
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I may have to bust down the damn door so they can get out. <br />
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In the meantime I leave you with some random shit. <br />
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I'm currently reading 6 books (see ADD). Six books at one time is not a good idea. Twenty pages here, ten pages there. I'm not making any headway. <br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blackout-Remembering-Things-Drank-Forget/dp/1455554596" target="_blank">Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget</a>, the best book I've read in awhile. I will finish this book this weekend if it's the last thing I do.<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/006228553X/?tag=mh0b-20&hvadid=4162068430&hvqmt=b&hvbmt=bb&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_4zfzenxnuh_b" target="_blank">The Good Luck of Right Now</a>, I picked this one up right after my <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">21 Day Challenge</a>. Gotta keep the momentum going!<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Please-Amy-Poehler/dp/0062268341" target="_blank">Yes Please</a>, I've got 20 pages left. Why can't I finish this book???<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Be-Heroine-Learned-Original/dp/1101872098" target="_blank">How to Be a Heroine: Or, What I've Learned from Reading too Much</a>, The first few pages made me feel alive. I couldn't pass this one up.<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0446677086/?tag=mh0b-20&hvadid=3487834285&hvqmt=b&hvbmt=bb&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_19hl5t03hq_b" target="_blank">Something More</a>, I've been working on this one for more than a year now. I may still not be ready for the journey but I have yet to give up.<br />
<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9418327-bossypants" target="_blank">Bossypants</a>, such an easy read.<br />
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I've been meditating like crazy this week. There have been lots and lots of Google searches for "guided meditation for focus". Despite my best efforts nothing seems to be able to hold my attention these days. Any advice here? I stopped taking my <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/05/meds.html" target="_blank">meds</a> several weeks back. Could that be causing my lack of focus? <br />
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I'm back to being totally obsessed with <a href="http://www.bethenny.com/" target="_blank">Bethenny Frankel</a>. Did you guys see <a href="http://www.bethenny.com/bethenny/show-tell-rhony-reunion/" target="_blank">her outfit</a> for the RHONY reunion show!!! I want every piece. Of all the Real Housewives I have always related to Bethenny most. I'm happy to see her back on the show. Beyond that though Bethenny is a total inspiration to me personally. I hope she gets her shit figured out because homegirl tries so hard at life. I see a lot of myself in her and I want us to succeed :). I knew what I was doing when I put meet Bethenny on my list of <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/p/101-in-1001.html" target="_blank">101 things to do in 1001 days. </a><br />
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<a href="http://www.foodboozeandbaggage.com/" target="_blank">Mariah</a> and I are off to the beach today! I will definitely be posting some snaps so be sure you're following me on <a href="https://instagram.com/skerns/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you aren't already.<br />
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Good vibes while I continue to wait for the results from the biopsy on my forehead and breast. Get your moles checked my friends.<br />
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Six fun filled days until my 36th birthday!<br />
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Taylor Swift in 8 days. I bought <a href="http://store.taylorswift.com/Black-Photo-Muscle-Tee.html" target="_blank">this tee</a> for the concert. So excited for T-Swift v. 2. <br />
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Other than that there have been Padre games, dinners out with my aunt, walks along the beach and work. Just everyday life. It's nice to catch up. It's nice to be back here. Wishing you all a happy weekend. <br />
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What a trip! Portland is quite a city. In the three days I was there we did a lot of exploring and tons of eating.</div>
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Portland, the good:<br />
1. The city is so green. There are literally trees, flowers and foliage everywhere! It's really unlike any other city I've been to in that way, absolutely beautiful.<br />
2. The food is insane. We ate 3 to 4 full meals a day with each of us ordering several dishes at a time. I can't express enough just how much food we ate! Of all the dishes only one was less than incredible and even then that dish was fresh and perfectly acceptable.<br />
3. There's no sales tax. In general Portland is far less expensive than San Diego and any other city I've visited really. Every time a bill would come I thought I was being given my half only to discover it was the entire check. <br />
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Portland, the bad:<br />
1. Portland is full of hipsters and I'm just not that cool. My mainstream self didn't fit in. By day three I really lowered the bar and found myself dressing somewhat grubby. Day three was the day the locals were the nicest.<br />
2. The city is a lot bigger and more spread out then I thought. Once again thank god for Uber. Getting from one destination to another almost always required a car, especially in the 100 degree heat.<br />
3. Service at restaurants is non-existent. Mind you we were on vacation so we were not in a hurry but my god. I'm not use to waiting 20 minutes for a side of cream cheese. One two accounts I had to get up to ask for our check. Seriously, I love a leisurely meal but this was on another level. <br />
4. A lot of Portland's most popular restaurants don't take reservations!<br />
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Would I go back to Portland? Maybe! I like to visit new cities though so unless I fall madly in love with a place the chances of me going back are not great. With that said I can't emphasize enough how phenomenal the food was so if the right opportunity fell into my lap I'd probably return.<br />
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Let's move on with the trip recap now shall we. Please bare in mind I am not a photographer. All photos were taken with a shaky hand on an iphone :). Thank you! <br />
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I'm kicking myself in the ass for not taking pictures at our first stop. In my defense though I think I was just so excited to be with Yoli that things like taking pictures didn't matter. We basically plan these trips a year in advance (next year is Napa!) so when they finally roll around I'm like a puppy greeting it's master after a long day home alone #totalspaz. <br />
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Anyways, we enjoyed a two martini lunch at the<a href="http://www.mccormickandschmicks.com/locations/portland-oregon/portland-oregon/sw12thave.aspx" target="_blank"> coolest old school restaurant</a>. Jake's wasn't on our list of must trys but when our first choice was an hour long wait we moved on. Totally fine by me because I LOVED everything about Jake's. Lots of dark wood, table lamps, old forest green carpet. Everything about the place appealed to me. Food wise I had a caesar salad and clam chowder which outdid any chowder I've ever had in San Francisco. <br />
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After lunch we took a stroll to <a href="http://www.tastynalder.com/" target="_blank">Tasty n Alder</a> because the one thing you need after a two martini lunch is more cocktails.<br />
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After a few more adult beverages and some great conversation we took a car back to our hotel to check in and then headed to dinner. It had been at least five hours since we had eaten after all :). <a href="http://cabezonrestaurant.com/" target="_blank">Cabezon</a> was awesome. A bit off the beaten path but the ambiance and food were both fantastic.<br />
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Our first of many rounds of oysters. We had them everyday.<br />
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The next morning was a bit of a slow start but we rallied. Breakfast next door at the <a href="http://www.riversedgehotel.com/" target="_blank">hotel's </a>restaurant <a href="http://www.riversedgehotel.com/dining/" target="_blank">Aquariva </a>and then a walk along the river. The property was very scenic but totally basic and three star at best. On Sunday we had facials at the hotel's spa, my aesthetician was done 25 minutes in and proceeded to spend the next 35 minutes massaging my arms and shoulder. Not exactly the type of property and experience I'm use to but it served it's purpose.<br />
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And just like that Sunday was upon us. Breakfast again at the hotel's restaurant. <br />
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Powell's Books! Omg, I could have spent our entire three day trip in this one building. Soooooo many books. I limited myself to three which was hard but I'm very happy with my picks. <br />
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Look at these super cute pillows. Don't they look exactly like<a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2014/02/beeps-aka-miss-january.html" target="_blank"> Beeps</a>? If I was traveling with more than a duffle bag I totally would have bought one!<br />
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We attempted to go to Voodoo but I just can't. You may be noticing a trend here. I just can't bring myself to queue up for food. If there's more than a 10 minute wait I'm outta there. Instead we headed to <a href="http://www.danandlouis.com/" target="_blank">Dan & Louis Oyster Bar</a>.<br />
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Just a cool old building I fell in love with.<br />
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Our last cocktails of the trip.<br />
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Goodbye Portland. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-28869470265124619262015-07-30T19:46:00.000-07:002015-08-03T11:23:22.169-07:00Welcome Back To Our House!In June I was inspired by <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/06/in-our-house.html" target="_blank">scenes from around our house</a>. You guys really loved this post and I did too. I love seeing REAL bits and pieces from people lives, especially the lives they live behind closed doors. Today I'm welcoming you back into our home, unfiltered and upstaged. I hope you enjoy your visit! <br />
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In our house we fly a flag year round. In fact we have several American flags all throughout our home. <br />
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In our house he accuses her of breaking things she doesn't like so that she can get new things.<br />
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In our house we don't have a full lenght mirror.<br />
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In our house he eats ALL the sweets before she can get to them.<br />
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In our house the hall bath is reserved for number 2, the master bath for number 1.<br />
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In our house we have one live houseplant that's always on the verge of dying.<br />
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In our house she loses her eyeglasses and tweezers daily. He helps her find them.<br />
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In our house the thermostat war raged on for a decade. We've called a non-verbal truce and have met in the middle at 74. He'll still sneak in from time to time to make an adjustment, she'll do the same :) <br />
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In our house he has his TiVo (in the den) and she has hers (in their bedroom). They look VERY different.<br />
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In our house we have bi-weekly "business meetings" to review our finances. We think it's important that we both have 100% visibility and responsibility when it comes to our money. We have payment cycles and we take notes in steno pads. We never miss a meeting. <br />
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In our house we only use a bath towel once.<br />
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In our house there is always a pile of boxes by the back door
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days is kind of scary. <br />
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In our house <strike>we</strike> she goes through a roll of paper towels almost every day. This one was hard for him to adjust to.<br />
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In our house we don't lock internal doors. <br />
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I'd love to hear about the little idiosyncrasies that take place in your house! Share below in the comments and please leave a link to your blog if you've opened your doors for an "in our house" post. <br />
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I'd love to stay and chat but I'm off to Portland, OR for a long weekend with a sweet friend so this space will be quiet for awhile. We'll be living it up drinking cocktails at <a href="http://teardroplounge.com/" target="_blank">Teardrop Lounge</a>, enjoying dinner at <a href="http://cabezonrestaurant.com/" target="_blank">Cabezon,</a> coffee at <a href="http://www.heartroasters.com/" target="_blank">Heart </a>and a whole bunch of other great very food/cocktail centric stuff. Full trip recap coming soon. Here's to happy adventures. Have a great weekend everyone.<br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-77177809371845513352015-07-28T15:02:00.001-07:002015-07-28T15:02:20.552-07:0021/21I made it! Twenty one of twenty one days. You can read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I'm grateful for jellybeans in July. I was out yesterday and picked up a pack. Instantly I was transported back to my grandparents house circa 1985. <br />
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2. I'm grateful for TiVo. Can you image trying to record the dozen or so shows each of us watches on vhs?<br />
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3. I'm grateful that I've learned to look forward to something without wishing time would pass quickly so that I could get to whatever it is I'm looking forward to. <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
I like building other people up. Whether that means paying them a compliment, encouraging them to go workout or just being a sounding board for them to express themselves. It makes me feel fulfilled and good about myself.<br />
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I benefit from meditation. It slows me down and helps me to be more aware, more conscious. <br />
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I have an endless amount of things to be grateful for. <br />
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These are the things that will stick with me long after this challenge is over.<br />
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These are the things I have learned. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Still no exercise, stupid tendonitis. It's only been 3 days since my last workout but I already miss it.<br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I listened to a<a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=deepak+chopra+meditation&qpvt=deepak+chopra+meditation&FORM=VDRE#view=detail&mid=CC93ED5D6BDF5C0AF74FCC93ED5D6BDF5C0AF74F" target="_blank"> guided meditation by Deepak Chopra</a> last night. It was good and relaxing. <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
Buy 5 sandwiches get 1 free. I filled up my card and then gave it away :). Same goes for the $5 ACE Hardware reward I had earned. People are so appreciative of little gestures, remember that. <br />
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So that's it. My 21 Day Challenge is over. I'm looking forward to posting whatever is on my mind versus having to work with prompts but this has without question been a great few weeks. Thanks for sticking it out with me. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-49693008418583066632015-07-27T18:13:00.004-07:002015-07-28T15:34:58.126-07:0020 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay 19 got away from me. When Saturday rolls around I'm usually ready for a mental break. I shut down in a way or rather I'm not "on" like I am during the week. I'm living life at my leisure, doing what I feel like. I don't have to look for things to be happy about because they're all around me. <br />
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I had lunch with <a href="http://www.foodboozeandbaggage.com/" target="_blank">Mariah</a> today and mentioned skipping day 19. She had a great idea, I mean I could always just go on with day 19 today. Truth be told though I'm ready for this challenge to be over. So here we are, skipping day 19 and moving onto day 20. You can read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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1. I'm grateful to be living childfree. I know I had that on a gratitude list a week or so ago but it's something I'm grateful for on a daily basis. This weekend I was textbook lazy. We're talking 10 episodes of Pretty Little Liars a day. There was no cooking, no cleaning, no laundry. I didn't even shower until Sunday night. No way no how could I have done that with little ones running around. <br />
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2. I'm grateful for Amazon Prime Same Day Delivery!!! The fact that I can place an order and have an item show up on my front porch just a few hours later is insane to me. In the last week I've gotten a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002YX1ZA0?psc=1&redirect=true&ref_=oh_aui_detailpage_o05_s00" target="_blank">yoga mat</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001GTK8P6?psc=1&redirect=true&ref_=oh_aui_detailpage_o01_s00" target="_blank">shampoo/conditioner</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004LXMLH2?psc=1&redirect=true&ref_=oh_aui_detailpage_o00_s00" target="_blank">lipstick</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B008FXKOP0?psc=1&redirect=true&ref_=oh_aui_detailpage_o00_s00" target="_blank">cat treats</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004XGPMFA?psc=1&redirect=true&ref_=oh_aui_detailpage_o00_s00" target="_blank">sunblock</a> in mere hours. <br />
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3. I'm grateful to live within 10 minutes of several beautiful beaches. You know some people go their entire lives and never see the ocean. I can't even imagine. <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
I don't know why but this has been the hardest part of the challenge for me. Another day another blank journal entry. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
No exercise for me since Friday :(. I've had a bit of an injury, tendonitis in my shoulder so I'll be lying low for the next several days. Darn you side planks. Once the pain dies down I'll be sticking to cardio for a few weeks. <br />
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I've been sticking to my same routine and listened to my I Am meditation again. I had Darren listen to it with me and he had to stop. His words "this is disturbing". Different strokes for different folks.<br />
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Nada, like I said above I basically laid in bed all weekend :) <br />
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Kind of a lack luster post today but they can't all be winners. I'll be back tomorrow with the conclusion of my challenge. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-35723852062508673152015-07-25T20:52:00.001-07:002015-07-25T20:52:39.042-07:0018 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay 18, only 3 days left. You can read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. For no reason flowers from my sweet sister-in-law. Definitely one of the most generous and thoughtful people I know. <br />
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2. I am grateful to have a hair stylist who will get me in within a week even though her next appointment is for over a month. <br />
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3. I still mourn the loss of my sweet <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2014/05/confessions-of-barganing-resentment-and.html" target="_blank">Poochie</a>. Her picture and ashes adorn the dresser in our bedroom. It's been over a year now and not a day passes where I don't think of my girl. Earlier this week I had a full blown crying session. A day later I read <a href="http://abtakesca.blogspot.com/2015/07/brokenhearted.html#.VbRPb4vJBfM" target="_blank">Adrienne's </a>post. This poor soul just lost her sweet dog London. I am terribly sorry for her loss but am also grateful for it because knowing that someone else has suffered in the way I have makes me feel connected. I feel awful saying that but sometimes in life we get caught up in our own misery. We think that we're the only one who's ever suffered from whatever were suffering from. It's nice to know you're not alone. <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
I started my day with meditation. <br />
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It's bothering me how powerful this <a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=i+am+meditation&FORM=HDRSC3#view=detail&mid=A2D1B86BDC4E4E00F772A2D1B86BDC4E4E00F772" target="_blank">I AM</a> meditation is. Was I not told enough that I am good enough? I can answer that on my behalf and the answer is no. Those positive affirmations, they haven't been coming from me. <br />
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Realizing that... Jesus, it makes me sick. It feel like I'm realizing that I've had a false sense of confidence all this time. Like I've been wearing armor. <br />
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When I listen to this meditation session it's like I'm hearing these wonderful things about me for the first time. <br />
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I believe them.<br />
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I know that they're true.<br />
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Why have I been hiding them? I am loving. I am kind. I am loved. I am getting better and better everyday. I am my best possible self. I am amazing. I am limitless. I am myself. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Back to the gym for a 45 minute spin class :) <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
I was a empathetic listener to someone who was having a very rough morning. I also encouraged someone to go to they gym when they didn't feel motivated to get there. Lots of little bits and pieces like that. <br />
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That's it for today. I hope you're all having a fabulous weekend. Until tomorrow. XO<br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-2917545734904211652015-07-24T19:15:00.003-07:002015-07-24T19:15:55.753-07:0017 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay 17! <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">My 21 Day Challenge</a> is almost over. Is anyone else scared I'll lose my positive mindset? <br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I am grateful for <a href="http://www.lifeaccordingtosteph.com/" target="_blank">Steph's</a> support and encouragement. In the comments on my blog and in the shout outs on hers. I feel like I have a personal cheerleader and just knowing that someone is out there rooting for me is so motivational. From the bottom of my heart, thank you Steph. <br />
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2. I am grateful for this challenge. I was creating the prompts for my last few days and I became flooded with emotion, both happy and sad. I can see some very noticeable changes in my attitude and I don't want those changes to go away when this challenge is over. I think I may adapt <a href="http://www.lifeaccordingtosteph.com/2015/07/thursday-thoughts.html" target="_blank">Steph's idea</a> and post my 3 gratitude's at the bottom of all future posts. <br />
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3. I am grateful for a second mid-week lunch date with D. <br />
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Painting is always one of the things I think my real true self will enjoy. It's on all my lists and it's written in all of my journals. Somewhere along the lines I got the idea that happy calm people like to paint. <br />
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I finally gave it a try.<br />
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I do not enjoy painting.<br />
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I'm glad that I tried.<br />
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Here's to finding what my real true self enjoys. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
I exercised my mouth at lunch with D instead of going to the gym. <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
Stella got her groove back! When all else fails I put on my I AM meditation and boom, I'm back in it to win it. There's something truly incredible about hearing a million I AM statements (all positive) to put you on top of the world.<br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness</b><br />
I use to give UBER drivers I didn't like (because they talked too much) a low score. I've stopped doing that because of this challenge. Even annoying people deserve a job. If you make me car sick you still get a 3 but if you're just chatty I'm giving you a 5. <br />
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<a href="http://www.lifeaccordingtosteph.com/" target="_blank">Steph</a>, thanks for being one of three people reading this :). Until tomorrow. XOXO. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-54067256811153677982015-07-23T12:48:00.000-07:002015-07-23T12:48:02.704-07:0016 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay 16 of 21. You can read all about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I'm grateful to be working with young people. I love seeing them grow and learn new skills. I've always looked at managing entry level positions as a bit of a pain because people are always coming and going. Let's face it, most folks don't want to be in the mailroom forever :). Young people are in transition. That's what being young is all about. Lately though I've been seeing the "pain" as more of an opportunity. I get to give recent grads and kids in their early twenties their first corporate job experience. That's pretty cool. Bonus that they keep me on my toes and informed on what's "cool". <br />
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2. I'm grateful to have found a volunteer opportunity with an organization I believe in. I've wanted to give my time for quite awhile now but until recently I hadn't found the right fit. Since March I've been volunteering once a month serving dinner at a local mission. The experience has had such a positive impact on my life. After only 4 months I find myself wanting to do more and give more. <br />
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3. I'm grateful to be going to see Taylor Swift in August. I can't wait!!!<br />
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I don't know why but I'm doing terrible with these journals. I have lots of little bits and pieces but nothing substantial. I'm going to focus on this part of the challenge a lot more in the next 5 days. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
I hit the gym again, this time for an hour long yoga class. <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I shouldn't have been so cocky about my meditation parlous earlier this week. I tried meditating 3 different times yesterday and each time it was a total fail. I just couldn't clear my mind. I couldn't focus. I found myself getting annoyed so 5 or so minutes in I'd just sit up and open my eyes. I don't know what happened? <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness</b><br />
One of my co-workers was headed to the Padre/Giants game yesterday but couldn't leave until someone had stopped by the office to collect some tickets. I wanted them to go and have fun so I told them I'd wait around for them. Later in the evening I got the following email<br />
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day that I'd like to think I needed....appreciate ya gurl! </span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Symbol",sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Segoe UI Symbol";">👍</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">🏽". </span></span><br />
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Being kind is especially awesome when people appreciate it. That's it for today but I'll see you back here tomorrow. Thanks so much for reading. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-39735118106217254482015-07-22T18:34:00.003-07:002015-07-23T08:05:20.528-07:0015 Days Closer To A Positive Attitude Day 15, only 6 days left. You can read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. The picture above came via text message from someone I love. It means more to me than you can imagine. You see the person who sent the picture is on vacation having the time of their life. To think that they thought enough of me to draw "heart u Shannon" . Well, let's just say that I don't think there are that many people in life that love me that much. It made my day, was truly amazing and has me feeling so grateful. <br />
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2. I'm grateful for the clerk at <a href="http://www.itsugar.com/store-locations" target="_blank">It Sugar</a>. I've been to the same store at least 6 times since discovering it only a month ago and nobody thought to tell me that downtown employees get a 25% discount. Thank you for saving me money awesome guy!!! I'll be back soon.<br />
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3. I'm grateful to be married to a man who won't let our cat go without. After a full day of work, yard work at home and dinner, Dar headed to the grocery store because the thought of Beeps not having her wet cat food in the morning was unbearable #momfail. Let me remind you that I work for a tuna company and the cat also has dry food. What can I say this man loves his cat. <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
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I don't want to, I think I've said enough and this is my blog so :) <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
I am so proud of myself. I made it to the gym for a 45 minute spin class. Never mind the fact that I ALMOST died. Mental note, don't go more than 3 days without a real workout. <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
Nailed it again. I did a quick 10 minute meditation in the morning and spent another half hour meditating after work. <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
In general I've been about as kind as kind can be lately. I even offered a few co-workers I can't stand Padre tickets. I love being nice to mean people. It's actually making me giddy these days. <br />
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That's it for today but I'll see you back here tomorrow. Thanks so much for reading. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-49239475747741535612015-07-21T16:53:00.003-07:002015-07-21T16:53:34.727-07:0014 Days Closer To A Positive MindBoom, and just like that were at day 14. Read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I am grateful that I was able to turn a negative into a positive. I was super excited to go to yoga yesterday only my mat was nowhere to be found. Definitely a bummer because I am in serious need of a good gym workout. I made the best of it though and had lunch with D instead. He's working downtown this week so lunch together was a super nice treat. <br />
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2. I'm grateful for air-conditioning. It's been nasty here. One minute it's sunny and blazing, the next it's gray and raining. The humidity is disgusting and air-conditioning is making it tolerable. <br />
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3. I'm grateful there's a Nordstrom within biking/walking distance of my office. I am also grateful for Nordstroms' return policy. I was wearing a newer pair of jeans (like maybe I've worn them 3 times) yesterday and bam, the button popped off. A five minute bike ride later and I'm wearing a new pair of pants no questions asked. It could have been a very uncomfortable day :) <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
The line is long and it's hot in here. Dar grabs us a table while I make my way up to the counter to place our order. The person taking my order asks if we want to share a fry to save some money. I giggle for a second and then nicely reply that I don't share fries. Ten maybe fifteen minutes later our food arrives and there's only one fry. The long wait, the heat, the missing fries, they don't bother me. I don't want to attack the waiter like I normally would. I'm having lunch with my love and all is good. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Negative, see number one from my gratitude list. Tomorrow is the day! No excuses.<br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I meditating like a boss. In fact, I'm enjoying it so much I'm choosing it over tv. Morning and night I look forward to these sessions. Yesterday I meditated for over an hour. <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
I bought one of the girls that works for me coffee. I offered to buy her breakfast too but she declined. <br />
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That's it for today. I sure hope your weeks are off to a great start. Thanks so much for reading. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-17867209691901359972015-07-20T19:20:00.001-07:002015-07-21T07:26:22.812-07:0013 Days Closer To A Positive MindWell days 11 and 12 were clearly a bust but here I am back with day 13 of 21. Lucky number 13!!! Read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I'm grateful for takeout. Without it Dar and I would surely starve.<br />
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2. I'm grateful for a sushi lunch that carried on for 5 hours, a summer picnic that turned into a mud bath, brunch with amazing friends and a rained out baseball game. All of which made up my insanely wild weekend. So much of the weekend was so far from perfect but it was absolutely wonderful and totally memorable #makingthebestofthings <br />
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3. I'm grateful that I'm in a good place and feeling mentally sound because it means that I'm able to help someone who needs it. It's so nice not to be focused on myself for once :) <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
I almost feel manic things are going so well. At the same time there is this incredible sense of calm. I am not stressed by life's stresses. They do not affect me. It's the meds. It's the meditation. It's this challenge. It's my effort and drive to improve my quality of life. It's me. I am responsible for this positive change. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Lots of unconventional exercise but no trips to the gym lately. I miss the gym. <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I listed to the I AM meditation that I referenced in last weeks post for an hour. I was wondering whether I'd find it as powerful the second time around, the answer is yes. I love meditating. <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
On Saturday I hosted our company picnic aka the mud bath. The last hour was a bit miserable, at that point we were all soaked and it started getting cold. I told the members of the planning committee that were responsible for cleanup to hit the road and get out of the rain and I stayed to wait for the vendors to pick up tables/chairs/bounce equipment etc. There was no sense in us all waiting around for an hour in the middle of a downpour. They were appreciative and if truth be told I actually like the rain so it wasn't too bad.<br />
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That's it for today. My goals for this week are more exercise and more intentional RAOK. I hope you're all well. Thanks so much for reading. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-89614906765449369372015-07-17T21:05:00.002-07:002015-07-20T18:44:43.589-07:0010 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay 10 of 21. This is going to be short and sweet. If truth be told I'm a bit buzzed and totally exhausted. Wanna read all about my 21 Day Challenge, click <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I am grateful for a week that was more good than bad!<br />
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2. I am grateful that <a href="http://www.foodboozeandbaggage.com/" target="_blank">Mariah</a> likes me enough to introduce me to her friend who's visiting from back home :). Sunday brunch!<br />
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3. I am grateful it's Friday!<br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
Holy shit I just text everyone I know to let them know that Nordstrom contacted me via Instagram. My Lettuce Be Friends snap is going to be featured via Nordstrom.com. Woop woop. Life it good. It's so funny how good things start to happen when you have a positive mind, or at least you are aware of the good things happening! <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
I have NOT been on top of my exercising game this week. Just another 2 mile walk at lunch for more shopping. <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
The same as yesterday. I spent a quick 20 minutes in the evening before bed meditating. This is not the best time to meditate as it typically puts me to sleep. <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
Our regular UPS guy is out on vacation. His replacement is such a Debbie downer! He complains left right and center. In part to make him aware of his Debbie downer ways and in part to fulfill my RAOK for the day I literally killed him with kindness. "It's so nice to see you again." "Can I offer you a cold bottle of water." "I sure hope you have an enjoyable afternoon". By the time he left our building he actually almost cracked a smile. It was great! <br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Ok well that's it for today. I told you it would be a quick one. I'm off to <strike>pass out</strike> bed now. XO</b><br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-85039921419662879792015-07-16T19:48:00.003-07:002015-07-16T19:48:43.045-07:009 Days Closer To A Positive MindI'm back with day 9 of 21. If you're keeping track that means I've been blogging for 10 days straight! That's gotta be some kind of record. If you want you can read all about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. While meditating the other day I started to think about Reaction vs. Responses. Reaction vs. Responses! I wrote that twice on purpose. For days now I've been trying to figure out why these words mean so much to me. It's like I'm meant to discover what's behind them and once I do... These words will change me. Change my life. I feel it in my blood and in every ounce of my body. These words feel so powerful. What's ahead scares me but it also excites me too. I am grateful for whatever is coming. <br />
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2. I am grateful for medicine. My drops and pills, they keep me seeing. <br />
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3. I am so so so so so grateful for my brother. He's coming to visit this weekend with his family and just knowing that I'll see them soon makes my heart happy. <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
I just love it when two people who are having somewhat shitty days can come together and turn it all around. Two negatives equal a positive I guess :) Sometimes all it takes is the company of a friend, a little fresh air and an hour out of the office. The next thing you know your giggling and carrying on like you haven't a care in the world. That's magic. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
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At lunch I made the 2 mile round trip trek to the mall. Don't you just love the <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/suburban-riot-lettuce-be-friends-tank/4054436?origin=keywordsearch-personalizedsort&contextualcategoryid=2375500&fashionColor=&resultback=251" target="_blank">Lettuce Be Friends</a> tee (under $20!!!) So much happiness for such a small price. I also picked up this cute black and white <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/kate-spade-new-york-large-17-month-2016-agenda/4029121?origin=keywordsearch-personalizedsort&contextualcategoryid=0&fashionColor=Cream&resultback=404" target="_blank">Kate Spade 2016 Agenda</a>. <br />
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After work I got in a bit more exercise and went to the bowling alley where I bowled two rounds.<br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I'm really enjoying meditating but I didn't indulge like I had in previous days . I spent a quick 20 minutes in the evening before bed. Rather I think the meditation put me to bed. I'm still counting it. <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
At the bowling alley I grabbed shoes for some fellow bowlers in our group. They weren't friends or people I really even associate with. I was just trying to be nice and do something for someone who I'm sure did not expect it<b>. </b><br />
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<b>Goodnight my dear sweet friends. I hope you all had a fantastic day. Bring on Friday!!! </b><br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-5573056495539869612015-07-15T19:11:00.000-07:002015-07-15T19:11:13.984-07:008 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay eight of twenty one. Read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. And just a side note but these posts reflect the previous day's thoughts and experiences. I wanted to be sure I gave myself a full day to gather before writing.<br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I'm grateful for watermelon. Chilled not soggy. Crisp and juicy. It's the epitome of summer.<br />
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2. I am grateful for the support I received form a committee I serve on. I was trying like hell not to stress about an upcoming event and they were there to cheer me on and keep me encouraged. It was just what I needed and so unexpected. <br />
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3. When I first shared with you guys <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-uncontrollable-part-1.html" target="_blank">what I've been going through with my eyes</a> so many of you sent messages and left comments about how you never stop to think about your vision and how you take it for granted. <br />
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I know now how you felt after reading my story. <br />
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Yesterday, the elevator went down at work and it took more than 6 hours to repair. Imagine you're an employee in a wheelchair who sits on the second floor. How do you get down to the ground floor to exit the building or up to the third floor for your meeting. <br />
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I am grateful for my legs. <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
Ugh, I don't want to. I'm sorry. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Not a lot going on in this department either. It was a rough day. <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I excelled here. I went back outside to meditate in the morning and then found myself back on the couch at night for almost an hour. Meditating is really working for me. My mind was in a million places before my evening meditation. By the time I went to bed it was completely clear. What an incredible skill (is meditation a skill?)<br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
It almost killed me but I went so far out of my way to be nice to someone who was annoying the shit out of me. I typically have no room for bs or small talk in my life and this person was dragging on and on desperately seeking conversation. I went with it. <br />
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<u><i><b>Yesterday was not my best day but I definitely gave it my best shot</b></i></u> and tried to stay positive and grateful. Practice makes perfect. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-58835434120059841602015-07-14T19:28:00.002-07:002015-07-15T07:55:38.686-07:007 Dyas Closer To A Positive MindDay seven of twenty one. Holy cow you guys I'm already a third of the way through my <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">21 Day Challenge!</a> This little self help project is going way faster and far better than I could have imagined. I am so proud of myself for committing to this.<br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. Today I am grateful for underwear! I packed my gym bag for Friday's yoga class but opted to walk around Comic Con instead. Yesterday after yoga I'm in the shower and OH SHIT, I realize I don't have any clean underwear. On Friday's I go directly home after the gym so I don't pack any. On Monday's I go to work. Going to work commando while wearing jeans is not cool my friends. Either is taking a shower and putting on old sweaty underwear. What would you have done? <br />
2. I found a kick butt meditation yesterday. I'm definitely grateful for that. The intro is really long and a little hoakie but hot damn. It literally had me in tears, happy tears. Such powerful words and in 3-D audio which is amazing. Check it out if you're into that kinda thing, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab71jw25KlM">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab71jw25KlM</a><br />
3. I am also grateful for the coffee, breakfast and lunch I prepped the night ahead which totally set me up for a successful next day! <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
Today I took a walk by myself. Ten minutes of silence. Ten minutes for me. It was wonderful. I am a lot more aware when there's no
background noise. Things seem a lot nicer, brighter, clearer. I've gotten into this really bad habit of not spending time alone. Or filling my alone time with "noise". The gym, who's coming with? I go to grab a coffee and I surf the web on my phone while I wait. At home the television is always on. I mush prefer the silence. More silence. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Yoga<br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
My morning meditation was done outside in the sunshine. I'm going to make that a habit. Meditating outdoors is so much more enjoyable. The wind blowing strands of hair across my face. The sun warming my body, it's bliss. In the evening I stumbled upon the I AM meditation that I linked above. I listened to that for a good hour while laying on the couch. So powerful.<br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
I made an effort to say hello and smile to all the strangers I passed on the street. Some people seemed genuinely put off by it. It's sad that we aren't use to strangers saying hello to us.<br />
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That's it for today. It's been a rough one, but you'll hear all about how I tried to focus on the positive despite the negative tomorrow. Goodnight dear friends. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-23511474223458004622015-07-13T16:48:00.004-07:002015-07-14T19:30:53.071-07:006 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay six of twenty one. Read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. And just a side note but these posts reflect the previous day's thoughts and experiences. I wanted to be sure I gave myself a full day to gather before writing.<br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I am so grateful for <a href="http://uber./">uber.</a> Since I've stopped driving I've been using this amazing service a few times a week. As far as I'm concerned uber is the new Netflix and cab companies are what was once Blockbuster Video. If you haven't used uber you should definitely give them a try (assuming it's available in your area). Here are just a few reasons I love and would recommend the service.<br />
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-You don't have to worry about some psycho kidnapping you and leaving your body somewhere it will never be found. Uber is 100% traceable. Before your driver picks you up you've got their name, picture, the make, model and license plate number of their car. <br />
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-Your payment information is securing stored online so that there is never a need to hand your credit card over to a complete stranger. <br />
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-It's easily half the cost of a cab ride. Not to mention 100% more pleasant. <br />
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Uber has really been a total game changer in the Kerns household, and not just for me but for Dar too. <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2014/07/what-ive-learned-about-living-with.html" target="_blank">My homebody husband</a> has embraced a night out a lot more frequently knowing that we can easily get home from wherever we are without having to stress or break the bank.<br />
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2. H2O! I am grateful for water. The sea, the pool, the water running in my shower. I love it all. I spent a lot of time in and around water this past weekend and it was absolutely wonderful.<br />
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3. I am grateful to be living childfree. I love that I have the time and energy to focus on myself. It's a lifestyle choice I never regret choosing. <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
Dar: "I don't think the raft is made for two people"<br />
Me: "Sure it is, hop on up"<br />
Snuggling in the pool on a raft meant for one is nice.<br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
I kicked butt in this department. I headed to the gym for some hot yoga and then walked a mile to my favorite juice shop. Back home Dar and I spent the afternoon swimming and sunbathing in the pool. Bliss, bliss, bliss. <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I meditated on my own! I got to yoga early and took that time to meditate on my mat. It was such a nice way to start my yoga practice. I also found a fairly descent guided meditation that I listened to later in the day. I ended up falling asleep but I'm still counting it :). <br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
I did the dishes. I know you're probably thinking that's a regular everyday chore and not a RAOK but doing the dishes is a task I despise, hence <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/06/in-our-house.html" target="_blank">it's Dar's chore</a>. I <strike>cook</strike> heat up food and he does the dishes. Yesterday to give him a break I did both. It feels good to pull a bit more of the weight around the house. He always does so much more than I do, it's a nice change. <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-90790936579939377552015-07-12T09:30:00.003-07:002015-07-12T09:30:33.778-07:005 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay five of twenty one. Read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. And just a side note but these posts reflect the previous day's thoughts and experiences. I wanted to be sure I gave myself a full day to gather before writing.<br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. I am grateful for a text I received from someone special letting me know that they're on their way back to a place that reminds them of me and a meaningful conversation we had. A conversation that they'll never forget. Melt my heart why don't you. <br />
2. I am grateful for the quiet time I spent at home (see today's journal entry for more).<br />
3. I am grateful for my upcoming trip to Portland with Yoli. These trips mean so much to me. Last year we visited San Francisco! You can read all about it <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2014/08/san-francisco-theyll-be-no-pictures-of.html" target="_blank">here</a>. If you guys have any Portland recommendations I'd love to hear them? <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
Things are quiet in the house. I can hear the wind blow a few leaves off the magnolia tree in the front yard. It sounds magical. The birds are singing a lovely song. It's not their usual frantic squawking. Things are peaceful. The absence of sound in the house is a pleasant change. Even my mind is quiet. I am alone with myself for the first time in a long time. <br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Swimming in the pool and a walk at the beach. You know it's a good day when your bathing suit acts as your bra and underwear! <b> </b><br />
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<b>Meditate: </b><br />
Another 30 minutes of guided meditation. Once in the morning and then again later in the afternoon. <b> </b><br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
I put a few bits and pieces in the mail to some unsuspecting friends and family. I always love getting snail mail but I never take the time to send any myself.. It's nice to handwrite a few notes to some special people letting them know I'm thinking of them.<br />
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I hope you're all having a wonderful Sunday morning. I'll see you again tomorrow for day 6 of 21! XO <br />
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Brass Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05633964614383447886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293751994881931803.post-21942038198606437262015-07-11T12:51:00.000-07:002015-07-12T09:09:01.971-07:004 Days Closer To A Positive MindDay four of twenty one. Read about my 21 Day Challenge <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-is-happiness-anyways.html" target="_blank">here</a>. And just a side note but these posts reflect the previous day's thoughts and experiences. I wanted to be sure I gave myself a full day to gather before writing.<br />
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<b>Three Gratitude's:</b><br />
1. "Be thankful for what you have, you'll end up having more". I found an old gratitude journal from a few years back. I had written this quote on the cover. Today I am grateful that I never stop trying. Even if I don't succeed the first time. <br />
2. I am grateful for Summer Hours! At my company that means we work an extra hour Monday through Thursday so that we can leave on Friday's after only 4 hours. It's such a treat to be out of work by noon. The weekends always feel so much longer.<br />
3. It's taken me 6 months to find anything positive about the fact that I am no longer driving. You can read about that <a href="http://brasshoney.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-uncontrollable-part-1.html" target="_blank">here </a>if you want. I've finally got something though, see this new positive way of thinking is already working. Today I am grateful for the extra time D and I get to spend together. He's been driving me to and from work everyday and that means 40 more minutes together, it's nice :) <br />
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<b>Today's Journal:</b><br />
Sitting on a curb eating a kielbasa and philly cheese fries in the sunshine. I don't sit on curbs enough. I don't eat at food trucks enough. This feels simple and easy. This feels like me.<br />
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<b>Exercise:</b><br />
Another day of trolling Comic Con. This time for 2 hours. I just couldn't get enough. I threw in a little cardio aka running after a Storm Trooper so I could get a photo with him. Oh my gosh I haven't geeked out this hard in maybe ever! <br />
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<b>Meditate:</b><br />
I slacked on my meditating and only spent 10 minutes listening to another crappy You-Tube guided video. I'm going to make it my business this weekend to find something that will better serve me. <b> </b><br />
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<b>Random Acts of Kindness:</b><br />
In yesterday journal I wrote about the powerful and incredibly
positive feelings that evoked while having my hair done. The person
responsible for that greatness was having a rough day so I decided to
share how wonderful she had made me feel the day before. Her eyes got
all sparkly and soft. She felt good about herself knowing that
something she had done for someone else had had such a big impact.<br />
In turn I felt great for showing her something wonderful about herself. It was such an awesome thing to witness.<br />
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I hope you're all having a beautiful day. Thanks for reading. Until tomorrow! XO<br />
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