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Be Celebrating

Cancer teaches you how to celebrate.

Each drink of water.

Every step from the bed to the couch.

Celebrating a rub on my hand.

A nuzzle.

A twinkle in her eye.

A smile and a kiss from her lips.

Yes, cancer is the great teacher of celebration!

I have learned the lesson well.

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Now I celebrate each conversation.

Send a card to celebrate a landmark in people’s lives.

Every night when my boys lie down to bed, I celebrate their days with them, nuzzle their necks, show them my twinkle for them and leave them with a smile and a kiss.

This last Saturday, we celebrated.

As a couple, as a family and as a business team!

Reaching a “Crystal” position.

We have put ourselves out there to share solutions we love.

Solutions around energy, performance, weight loss, healthy aging and wealth creation.

Solutions we believe can change lives.

Starting with us!

My boys told me that I am skinnier, kinder and that I have less vibration in my tummy!

My Sexy Neck told me that he can see my determination to reach my goals of helping people and that this is happening!

My CC told me that my pouchee tummy is gone!

I celebrate that I have something to give to the world!

I am no longer striving, I am just being.

Being me.

Doing what I love every day.

Connecting.

Coaching.

Conversing.

Being authentic.

Allowing people to be.

Celebrating!

Life!

Being!

Me!

Being who I have always dreamed that I could be!

 

 

 

 

Be Editing Your Own Words 

Do you remember the day that your family got their first cordless phone?

I sure do!

I remember holding the cordless phone up to my ear and then walking to the phone with a cord that was hanging in the hallway.

I remember speaking, singing and laughter into one phone while I listened with the other.  

I remember hearing the sound of my voice for the very first time.

It was crazy!

Wild. 

Weird.  

Blew my mind. 

Now, as I read the words that I spent many months writing for my “Be Enough” book, I have the same thoughts flowing through my mind.

Crazy. 

Wild.  

Weird. 

Blowing my mind. 


I actually can’t believe that I wrote some of the things that I did.  Sexy Neck assures me that it is like taking a walk within my mind as he reads what I’ve written.

Full of gratude.  

Humbled by my experiences. 

Feeling loved for those who have leaned in. 

Excited to share my love of words that flow out of every part of who I am. 

Back to editing in bed.  

Back to listening to my own voice for the very first time.  

Be Introducing Sexy Neck

This is Sexy Neck, aka Steve, one year before we got married. (1996)

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We met playing volleyball, living 785 kilometres apart, then dated long distance for four and a half years living 298 kilometres apart.  We had never lived in the same city until we got engaged.

Sexy Neck is first and foremost kind. Also very athletic.  Intelligent. Loves God.   Witty.  Sexy.   Artistic (most people don’t know he can draw and learned to play guitar by ear).  Hardworking.  Dog lover.  Gardener.    Handy.   He’s an idea guy.    I think he tells me about a new idea every day!

And he is incredibly “cool”.  He loved taking “Selfie’s” before selfies were selfies.

Here we are back in 1996!

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Full of gratitude for this man.

His strong shoulders.

The love for his boys.

His passion and care for me.

Sexy Neck,  are you blushing?

P.S. We ran into a friend’s mom that we had never met before, but she had been reading the blog.  She giggled when she saw Steve, called him Sexy Neck then asked to see his neck.  It was one of the sweetest moments in our new neighbourhood with an old volleyball friend’s mom!

Be on a Rock

My life currently feels like I have been living in a shaker of sand and it has all been turned upside down.

Emotionally things are tenuous as I have always been prone to exaggeration and extreme emotions, just ask Sexy Neck. The greatest thing about your Expectations being spilled out all over the earth you get to see what and who matters in life.

I am blessed with a few supportive and minimally judgmental parents and friends.

I am also blessed with good books to spur me on. The first and foremost for me is the bible, checkout Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Did you notice that word ‘enough’?

The other two books that are encouraging me right now are “Daring Greatly” and a book by John Bevere. You will have go google the title because I think it is a horrible title and doesn’t justify this great book about offense.

Here is what a read today from page 82.

“God showed my wife, Lisa, five purposes for shaking an object:
1. To bring it closer to it’s foundation.
2. To remove what is dead.
3. To harvest what is ripe.
4. To awaken.
5. To unify or mix together so it can no longer be separated.”

I found these 5 purposes oddly encouraging as I thought about my life and watched my sons playing on the rocks.

(Picture to come!)

Lord, my life feels like I am crawling along the rocks, but I know that You are my rock.

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Be a Man with a “Crutch”

My hubby, Sexy Neck, tore his Achilles one week ago. He had surgery and is now recovering at home. He is a man with crutches. He cannot carry his coffee cup or his cereal bowl. He can’t put his foot on the ground. He can’t go pee without grabbing his crutches. He can’t shower nor do stairs easily.

Do you know what he has decided to do? Laugh. Yes, laugh! He is probably one of the wittiest people I know.

He laughs that he is officially “old” with his old man/weekend warrior injury.

He laughs because all he does all day is heal his connective tissue and grow facial hair (for Movember)!

He laughs because he moves from the couch to the bed and vice versa. When you ask what he did during the day, he will come up with some funny joke.

I laugh because he has decided to shave his head just because he wants something to do!

I think we should all be a person with a crutch who has time to hear their children’s many stories and give “fake” gold medals and flowers to their wives when they do the laundry or load the dishwasher.

I love you Sexy Neck in good times and in bad!

Be a Wrestler

When you have 3 boys aged 5, 3 and 1, you need to come up with creative strategies to deal with the physical “combative” behavior that sometimes often comes out. My boys love to climb, build, run, bike, ski… they love to move!

We have recently moved into a stage when our one year old, OC, can get into everything. The big boys do their best to “move” him to safer areas, but sometimes it turns into a wrestling match. Let me rewrite that sentence: The big boys see their younger brother moving into their space and they try to wrestle/tackle him.

Last Sunday night, Sexy Neck and I decided that we needed to institute a formal wrestling time. Here is how it works:

Every night after dinner, each of the big boys gets to wrestle with daddy on the carpeted hardwood floor. Each person can wrestle for 2 minutes for 2 rounds. The person not wrestling must wait on the “bench” (bed). They can no longer wrestle each other or their baby brother during the day – whew! I LOVE THIS!

Two nights later I was at bible study, and my favourite DVD bible teacher, Beth Moore, talked about wrestling (isn’t God wild!). My understanding of what she said is the wrestling that Jacob did in the book of Genesis (check it out in the bible) involved a physical intimacy between Jacob and the angel. Jacob was getting the Holy Spirit all over him! I felt that God was giving us confirmation that we are on track with our evening wrestling time with the boys!

Everyone loves it! Look at that smile!

Be a Man!

My man is a man! I mean truly a man. He is the leader of our family and I respect him immensely. He is an idea guy, an athlete, a play-by ear guitarist, a hardworker, an amazing father and a loving husband! I believe that he can do anything he sets his mind to! So often I help him set his mind to things. tee heee… The one thing that I always love him to do is to write on our entry chalkboard to honour our boys birthdays. Here are 2 of daddy chalkboard signs this year:Image

 

Thanks hon, for being a man!

 

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Be a Cheerleader

Sometimes I want it to be all about me! Me! Me! Me! Me!

Most days, I realize that as the President of the family (more on this later), I need to look at my family and do a few things for them, like cook, do laundry, make sure the dogs are fed and oh ya, the worms.  I forget to introduce you to the worms in our basement that eat all our compost.

Anyways, my husband, let’s call him sexy neck, had the midnight to 3am shift with our poor little teething 11 month old. I knew that Sexy Neck wasn’t going to have alot of energy today. So, I arranged for the family to go down to the Beach/Park so that Sexy Neck could do a training swim for his triathlon. (I signed him up for the triathlon because for the last 10 years he has been talking about doing one, so I took the iniative and he has been loving it.)  Poor teething CW, had a nap in the stroller and our 3 year old, JC, was able to play at the fabulous Purple Park Playground.

Now, I get to see old Sexy Neck in a wetsuit, doing something that he has always wanted to do and loving it!

Today, I decided to be a cheerleader and I think we all feel better for it. Well, except for little CW and his poor teeth.