Trust Yourself

This past Thursday night, I had the incredible opportunity to attend a conference called TogetherLive. The event featured powerful women speakers, like Love Warrior author, Glennon Doyle (who is just the absolute cutest in-person #obsessed), her wife, Former US Soccer Team Olympian, Abby Wambach (I know, I might have been the ONLY person that didn’t know they were married…), and New York Times bestselling author, Luvvie Ajayi, who you probably know, if you read her blog reviews of Scandal episodes. Click here, if you want to see the full line-up of boss ladies who killed it!

The whole tour focused on “How to live your love story”. This could mean so many things to different people. Mostly, how to live YOUR truth. There were so many incredible words I heard, but I wanted to talk about Glennon Doyle’s words specifically:

“Stop taking other people’s advice. Stop asking people directions to a place they’ve never been.”

Wow. Let that sink in for a minute.

Everyone has well-meaning friends and family who tell you what they would do if they were you. But, they’re NOT you. It’s not their path. It’s not their story. No one, except for YOU can figure out where you need to go, based on where you’ve been, and what you most want for yourself.

Interestingly, I went to see my *GIRL*, Abraham Hicks, a couple weeks ago (incredible!) and one of the questions was from a woman who said she was having a difficult time making decisions as an adult, because her parent’s made all of her decision for her as a child. In true Abe fashion, the solution was:

“Stop listening to other people’s advice. Learn to trust your inner GPS system. That’s why it’s there – to guide YOU.”

#strangenotstrange

To top it off, my 2017 Word of the Year is TRUST. Usually, it takes me a couple of months to really settle in with the word. And this year was exceptionally difficult. But here I am, in November, and I’m finally starting to get it.

And literally, right now, like, real time, as in, I’m writing this and had to go back and edit, because it’s that crazy – I’m watching the new Leah Remini: Scientology and the Aftermath episode, and they keep talking about trust, trust, trust.

I’m not going to lie , “trust” has been the hardest word to implement. Just today, I questioned my own judgement when it came to trusting others. How did I misread the signs? But, I also felt proud of myself for handling the confrontation AND the disappointment clearly, honestly, and true to me. I didn’t ask anyone for advice. I just said what I felt and you know what? It helped get peace out of the situation much quicker. What used to feel like mountains are now barely speed bumps. BAM! There’s the lesson 🙂

Trust yo’selves xoxo

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The Universe is Always Answering

This is sort of a Part 2 to my last post.

I’ve made it into a game (of sorts), where I ask a question or state an intention, and see how the Universe can answer me.

At the beginning of summer, Iron Man and I decided to go separate ways. The loss of him in my life was felt in so many ways. His wit, tattooed skin, and general admiration were just a few of the things I missed most.

Well, wouldn’t you know, I suddenly found myself surrounded by people who were making me laugh. Not with stupid humor, but with the intellectual banter that I was craving. I was laughing again.

I noticed that on a daily basis, at least a third of the people I came in contact with, were covered in tattoos. I laughed again. When I added “tattooed with a beard” to my wishlist, and I began seeing several rough-looking tattooed, bearded men, I laughed even harder – realizing that I forgot to mention “handsome” in the requirements. I looked up at the sky and said, “I see what you did there…”

When it came to admiration, this one took me a little longer to recognize. Recently, I started receiving compliments from so many kind people. One in particular just told me in similar words, “I’m so glad we met through so-and-so, I always look forward to seeing you, and you always make me happy!” Wasn’t that, like, exactly what I’ve been wanting to hear? And sweet friends saying, “I miss you!” Who doesn’t want to hear that?! And then there’s my bestie’s 4-year-old, soon-to-be step-daughter. She calls me “Silly Sarah”, tells my best friend that she wants “Father Christmas” to bring me to her everyday, begs for me to stay and play longer, tells me that she loves me, and asks me deep questions, like ‘what makes your heart happy?’ Oh, yeah, AND she FaceTimes me on Sunday night, after we’ve just hung out on Friday. (Can I find her in the form of a 35-year old man??) I’ve asked for all of these things, and they just keep coming to me, in ways that the old me never would have seen.

By acknowledging the manifestations and offering gratitude, I’m always getting what I want, just not in the forms I’m expecting.

So, how has The Universe been answering you lately?

 

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Tuning in to the Manifestation Station

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I just experienced the best 2 weeks of manifestations. Ever. Everything I even silently wanted was raining down on me.

Needing entry to the sold out MacGregor-Mayweather fight? I met a bouncer on his way to work at one of the only nearby bars showing it, and he got me in!

Wanting a pair of rose gold sandals? My cousin just bought a pair that were mis-marked in size and fit me perfectly!

Craving more falafel from that restaurant you tried last week? A group dinner cancellation allowed me and my coworker to go there instead!

Wishing for a parking spot close to your apartment, so you can unload things you’ve been carting around for weeks? A car is pulling out of a spot directly in front of my door as I pull up!

Knowing you shouldn’t be buying a croissant with the last $5.oo in your wallet? They’re out of what you ordered, so they give you a warm baguette for free!

Determined to make a potentially emotional day into a fun and exciting evening? Your dinner date asks if you can do Wednesday, since that’s the only day they can do!

Stressed about paying rent, while your moving finances are still trying to balance out? An unexpected credit appears on your account, lowering your rent by over 1/2 this month!

I laughed in the shower. Like, really, really  laughed, and danced, and then danced some more, while yelling “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Universe! Thank you for bringing me these incredible gifts! I notice what you’re doing and I’m appreciating it!” Everything was falling into place.

But as soon as I acknowledged it, the proverbial clock struck midnight. The cold weather started seeping in, and I got a feeling that my luck was running out.

I was looking forward to this weekend, since after a couple months of week dates, I had finally been able to schedule some Saturday plans with someone who I liked getting to know. Unfortunately, they weren’t on the same page, and let me know. Damn. Wasn’t this supposed to be The Week of Everything?

But, I’m getting better at understanding the Universe, so I followed my calling to go to Church and listen to the message, which “happened” to be: Why Prayer Doesn’t Always Work (The Way You Think It Should).

The pastor asked,

“Have you ever wanted something, but you didn’t get it? Have you prayed to God asking for this ‘thing’ that you just had to have, but you never received it? Maybe it’s because it wasn’t what you really wanted. There’s what you want, and then there’s what you really want.

God already knows what you really want before you even ask. And He’s already on it.”

Holy shit.

I can see evidence of this concept in all of the things I’d been asking for lately. I truly wanted to see the fight, have the shoes, eat the falafel, snag the parking spot, go on a date, balance my bank account. So, why didn’t my desire to move this “relationship” thing forward come to fruition? Hmmm, it’s because what I really wanted was to feel loved, appreciated, wanted, special, and claimed. If it wasn’t happening, God and/or the Universe wasn’t going to let me spend one more second with someone who wasn’t on their way to being fully in love with me.

It also helped me realize a few things about myself:

I need to be just as committed to having my own needs met, as I am to meeting others needs. I know that I need to spend lots of time with my partner, that I need to hear confirmation of their adoration all the time, and that it has to be backed up with lots of physical affection. And that’s OK.

I need someone that is SO excited to be with me. I’ve often been described (by more than one person) as a puppy that’s been waiting all day for their playmate to come home. You must be chomping at the bit to love up on me emotionally, intellectually, and/or physically (preferably all three).

I need to feel included in my partner’s life. I’m not into the idea of waiting months to introduce/be introduced to family and friends. If I like you, and we’re vibing, I want to integrate you into my life as soon as possible. I need to experience the most realistic portrayal of what a life with you is like. That’s the only way I’ll know.

-You can’t be The One for Every One. I like to be liked, and I go out of my way to make my partners feel liked and special, but it’s no fault of mine, or them, if it doesn’t work out. I AM The One for Some One, so I’ll keep being myself and The One will appreciate it, and I will be exactly what he is looking for.

-I’m getting better at manifesting. I can absolutely see why certain people and situations have come into my life. If the vibe you’re transmitting is returning everything back to you at 100%, then I’m getting it right, 100% of the time! Apparently, that means I’m 90% certain about what I want. But, my manifestations are happening faster. And that’s something to be proud of!

After Church I went out to brunch (food post to follow!) and got chicken and waffles. It got me thinking about Charleston and how I was craving some real southern Banana Pudding from Page’s Okra Grille. I wondered, “Where could I get some banana pudding in Philly?” Later this afternoon, I went for a walk to soak in the fleeting summer sun, and I passed by the Sweet Life Bakery with a sign advertising, “Best Banana Pudding in Philadelphia”.

Oh, Universe, it’s so on.

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