Posted in Coaching

Energy – An Intro

Let’s talk about energy. 

We all possess it, manipulate it and even desire it. 

Energy isn’t inherently good or bad but our perceptions can color the energy we’re receiving and putting back out.

For example, you feel down, stuck, the world is against you … that becomes the energy you exude and in turn the energy you attract back to you. 

Being at a low energy shifts our perspective to the more negative things in life. There can be plenty of good but at a low energy there’s a higher chance you miss it or perceive it as not good.

Coaching is about helping one raise that energy level. A coach can guide you through negative beliefs that affect your perception and help you create new beliefs that support a higher energy level. 

This is one of the things that has fascinated me about coaching because it’s something I have seen play out in myself and others. 

I also think it’s important to recognize that you have to do the work in these situations. Sitting around waiting for an improvement to just fall into your lap does not work. Additionally, if you perceive most things as negative then you’re less likely to dive in and do the work necessary to get what you want.

We have to take tangible steps towards raising our energy and getting the things we truly desire in life.

Coaching brings this full circle by allowing me to help others do the work which I find amazingly fulfilling. It gives me the tools needed to bring my “hippie energy” mindset into a realm of using it to concretely help others. 

The whole energy aspect of this coach training (and coaching in general) has been one of my favorite parts. I feel like I could write something way more comprehensive on it but I also don’t want to get too long winded in my posts.

Posted in stream of consciousness

My Cup Is Empty

I want to write, so badly, but my brain is stuck in update.

I feel like I’m constantly processing and unable to ever get far enough to spew my learnings onto paper.

Every day there’s a new piece of information, a new outrage, a new something that leaves me staring at the screen and grimacing.

Why are we like this?

Perhaps its the effects of months long abnormality or a year that has proven, like most stressful times, when one thing goes it all falls apart.

This year has been the car with freshly erupted flames on the side of the interstate. The family, barely freed from its grip, looks on in horror as they wonder how they got there.

Because of that, the constant imploding of every moment this year has had to offer, I feel my creative well has run dry and I’m in desperate need of replenishing it.

Anyone else? I know I can’t be alone.

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Sure Thing

We aren’t born with murderous intentions.

Walter’s a good man. He would do anything for those he loves. He’d never hurt a fly.

That’s what I hate the most. I need someone with a spine, someone not afraid to push back and knock me around. 

I clutch the ladder until my knuckles go white. In my mind I can see Walter tumbling head first two stories down.

My muscles tense, ready to rip the ladder from under his feet. 

“Honey, I don’t really need you to spot me. Can you get my toolkit?”

I relax, my fingers loosen.

“Sure thing.”

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QPD – What A Week/Month/Year

It’s been a whole half a year.

And what a year it’s been so far.

Its almost time for mid year reflections. I guess it can always be time for reflection but this year I’ve been very focused on moving forward, how to get there, making goals, setting intentions, visualizing …

All the things.

I even have a journal made to help you set goals and intentions and act on them.

But I’m also exhausted, especially right now.

It’s been a week, even with the holiday. It’s been filled with good and bad.

Lately, all I can think is how very tired we should all be and how willing we should be to hold each other accountable and to demand change.

After all, change is the only constant. I’d argue that it’s the root of most fear.

How are you feeling as we come up on half a year? After this month? This week?

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QPD: We All Fall Down

You know how sometimes people say Ring around the Rosie is a nursery rhyme that references the plague? I think for the most part it’s agreed that’s not true, but my cooped up mind started wondering today what our nursery rhyme for this current period would be.

This little photo diary I set out to do is turning into a “read my ramble” diary.

How do you guys think our nursery rhyme would go?

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QPD – Leftover

Leftover beauty

Milk in my hands

Though I squeeze every crevice of skin together

It seeks out the cracks

Slivers of space where thought once existed

It bleeds over my knuckles

Counting the moments

One by one

Lucious seconds dripping to the floor

Opaque shape shifting shadows

Of a minute hand stuck

Though the clock ticks on

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QPD – Gentle

Quarantined forever – self portrait AKA selfie

One thing I’ve had to battle with, throughout my adult life, but also during this weird period is being gentle with myself. I wasn’t raised in that typical environment and I’ve always been really harsh with myself because of things I picked up from that environment.

It’s not unusual for me get to down and think some pretty awful things about myself. During this stay at home/quarantine period I find those thoughts popping up more often. I’m keeping busy but it doesn’t seem to be enough to stop them.

This has really turned into a practice of being gentle with myself and recognizing those thoughts when they pop up so I can counter them.

Anyone else having to battle nagging negative thoughts? Any tips?

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QPD “Normal”

Today my heart hurts and that’s ok. I find myself wishing for things past, things yet to come and wondering why the present is so … complicated. Everything is weird and it’s normal to feel up, down and all around. It’s sometimes difficult not to get mired in those feelings.