Posts tagged Life

We live in a world full of things to well suscribe to..The internet has made it possible that you can have a milion things going on from twitter, to facebook, to google + {the new Facebook}, to Mashable to spotify, bloglovin and everyone’s new fave pinterest. You can find anything, subscribe to everything…We get so bogged down with all these things that at some point our inbox is on overload, our Rss feeds are filled with things we haven’t read and probably will never read. I find that sometimes life gets like this at least well for me. In September I do self assessment. See what new things I did and accomplished and the things I didn’t. My victories and then the areas I failed miserably. I don’t assess so I can just go oh.. “good job” or “mmm can do better next time”. This is about change..and becoming a better me, and having a better quality of life..moving forward and not staying in the same old rut.  It’s funny because I feel like all during the year my life was like an RSS feed and I had to subscribed to things that I didn’t need or were not beneficial to me. So in that thought, I made a list of things that were in my Life feed that I am unsubscribing to….

Unsubscribe from Self Doubt and self negation -

Unsubscribe from the feeds of people who try to put out your fire

Unsubscribe from too much filler and not enough substance

Unsubscribe from being sloathful about your dreams (see #1…assess and start there)

Unsubscribe from fear

Unsubscribe from the people, places or things that are not beneficial or healthy for your life-Take charge

Unsubscribe from major unhealthy eating

Unsubscribe from Coffee

Unsubscribe from unprofessional business people

Unsubscribe from netflix  - DONE

Unsubscribe from making unbalanced decisions

Unsubscribe from  not enjoying life.. take more moments to take deep breaths

I think that’s a good start for now..  {sigh} I can see a clearer futyre already :)

♥

Gigi

Matthew 6:27-29

Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?

And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

So I always think I don’t want to start a blog with things like… ”Someone once said”… or “I once heard  a saying”, but since well..in this case it’s absolutely true and the best way to start this..here goes… 

My Dad once told me “Life comes at you fast, be resilient, flexible, faithful and keep moving”.  My dad to simply say in one word- Wise. After all he is a Pastor, so wise goes along with the territory. At the moment he said these profound words to me..I was in a place of park…parked on well I guess you can say fear, but what in mind seemed like saftey. However,  we call it like we see it…I was parked on fear. I don’t think I realized that is what it was at the time.  I was in a state of bewilderment at life events, stunned and suspended in a moment of time. Almost a year ago this time..I was in in the storm of a lifetime, twirling in my very own life Tsunami. It’s easy to stay in a place even after a storm has come..because it’s familiar…even with devastation and debris…it was what home. You can make the choice to stay and reminisce of what was and what should have been according to you, or you can choose…to keep moving and pursue the a new adventure a new journey, a new life. I think for me I have never been one to want to stay in place of devastation, but at that moment in time, no matter how brief I dangerously skirted the idea of camping out in fear in what was…now my former life.

It’s always great to have those voices that charge you on, challenge you to keep moving.. for me there were so many… I am blessed with amazing friends, wonderful family and thus the two intertwine to make my Framily :-) (a word coined by my dear friend and family The Big Dragon).  The words of my father cut to the core of where I was.. The power and authority behind those words broke the chains that held me tied to the devastation of my past…words do have power. I began to pick myself up, taking only what was necessary, and leaving the rest behind and began to shift gears out of park and begin to navigate through the lanes of life staying the course to my God given destiny.

Don’t get me wrong.. I believe it’s okay to pause and reflect on life…but don’t stay in park. You will miss out on so much being frozen in time. If I stayed in park I imagine what I would have missed out on as I stand on the other side of a Tsunami on my new vast land, with richer soil, greater vision, more beautiful than the previous…sigh..that’s life:-)  So one day perhaps I will past down these words to my kid as they navigate past one of life’s Tsunamis…”Life somes at you fast, so no parking, stay in the right lane..and hold on to Jesus!”

For with out HIM, not even, as great as my earthly father is..I would not be welll…here.

Revolutionary thought #231- Don’t stay in park!

Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ. ♥ Phillipians 1:6

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. ♥ Jeremiah 29:11

♥, G

I love shopping for clothing, more than shopping for clothing …is the reason I love shopping…I buy nothing with just the meaning that it looks good and is “So Tres Chic”. Sometimes I buy things because the very action of buying certain clothing items means something significant and relevant in my life…As was the case with the fabulous red Lane Cowgirl boots I recently purchased. In a time in my life when things are moving, changing and happening at warp speed I realize that I am walking in a new direction…uncharted territory. I am at a place of Revolution. Daring to go further than I ever have, embarking on adventures I only glimpsed at before and thought…”perhaps?”, but never reallly realizing that my life could very well be me living out two of my biggest dreams of my career in this season, at this time. So how do the red boots relate…well  I watched these boots for weeks debating if they were worth what I would have to spend even on super sale… I went round and round and until I finally decide to purchase them…and to my dismay   my  shopping app read… “out of stock”. As someone who never takes no for an answer when I have my mind set on it… I tried yet again. My heart beat with shear bliss as I saw the page read… “2 left!” in bold red print… Again,I imagined myself wearing the boots, feeling confident in them as they straigtened my posture and made me walk upright…Walking focused, bold, as people stare, gazing either in admiration of red boldness, or in shock for such audacity to wear…red boots. These shoes represent for me that very thing in that very tangible way, but also as symbolism…..Walking boldy,confidently, unconventional towards everything everything I am suppose to be in Caliente fire red boots…Not being washed off the path by the fire fighters that are inevitable in life, but by embracing words of encouragement and sage wisdom of those who who fan the flame. When the package arrived cradling my red boots, I opened the outer box to find yet another box.. this one sky blue with cursive writing that read…. “If you change your boots, you will change your life.” At first I laughed to myself…thinking “What a hokey slogan” However, after thinking about it more…it is true if only just in symbolism…If you change your boots, whether fire red walking  on a blazing path to destiny, or if you stay in the same old stagnant, worn down boots, you determine the course of your life…. Personally, I take red boots blazing on a path to glory any day! Here’s to being Revolutionary in my Red boots.

♥

G

“You are just like your mother!” How many times have women all over this world cringed to hear those words in any language? Whether it seems to be true or not, you can’t escape the fact that we come from our parent so why wouldn’t we have some of their traits whether they be big or small.

It’s funny because I tend to have this nack for going against the grain…and at a young age me and my mother butted heads alot! What young girl doesn’t! I definitely butted heads with my mother…and my dad and my sisters would say you both are just a like. So what does that mean? Am I driving me crazy…since we are just a like. Is she driving herself crazy because I am the spitting image of her? As I have gotten older we have gotten so much better (probably more maturity on my part) We even developed a line of handbags together  Elise and Gigi. We toss ideas back and forth as our family sits and watch as we each speak in our lingo..different words..but we are saying the same thing and we understand each other, and they look in amazement at how two people can be so much a like. Where we differ is I have some of my father’s nature to dare to try anything, and I am also more stubborn..~ They can toss a coin on who gets to own that trait!~

My mother is a regal lady, full of fancy and grace,  assertive, extremely meticulous, intelligent, and amazingly creative! (Since we are alike..is that like me bragging on myself? Not so much!)  It is the creative element that has inspired his little musing. My mother is a seamstress  in a long line of amazing seamstresses. Ladies who sew with out patterns good and have made some of the most gorgeous garments. I am super in to fashion, so of course I thought welll if I can sketch… certainly I can sew. The first few things I sewed my mother and my family laughed hysterically, not because they weren’t supportive, but let’s be honest…the stiching was horrible…If only a supreme talent for sewing was imbedded in my genes…oh well…As it wasn’t I decided to enroll myself into a sewing class. My second week of sewing class we began to work on the project of our choice…I chose a cute Built by Wendy little  mini frock with a slight puff sleeve, perfect for spring! Color choices were some what …well… let’s just say I  usually wear black constantly, not because I am gothic..because I am a lover of fashion and apparently all the things I love are in black. Anyway, on this very momentous day I decided to forgo the black fabric for an eye catching zebra print! Oh boy! I wasn’t able to finish my wonderful creation that would be birthed into world as soon as possible! In an effort to get ahead in class. [I am somehwat of a perfectionist, and extremely competitive~ perfectionist= Mother; competitive= coin toss again~. ] I had to take my project home to do some more work to my garment. I figure under the supervision of my seamstress genius my mother I wouldn’t have any mistakes! I get to my parents house on Sunday afternoon, and my mom instructs me to get her fabric scissors and cutting board to use. I am rummaging around in her sewing studio and I look over on her cutting table and see a bout a  2 yards of fabric…zebra print, and not just any zebra print.. the exact same fabric..just cut at different stores…yep…(I apparently, did inherit her eye for fabric as well). I walked down stairs to make her aware of this discovery. My father immediately laughs and my sister responds.. “that’s freaky”…and my mother joked that I inherited her good taste. She ends her sentence with a “…well sometimes she has my good taste”- mothers! My dad instructs my older sister to take out her “lackberry” and snap a quick shot of this “I told you so  you are just like your mother” moment.

It’s funny because after all these years I have finally come to realize, I do not care if I  am like my mother in a lot of ways.. because I have one amazing mother,(equipped with keen, and fantastic fashion sense!) and although she is not perfect, neither am I, but I learn from her what I should do and I adjust areas I want to be stronger in for my own good. My mother is the type of woman that wants me to surpass who she is in greatness. I mean shouldn’t we get better each generation. My mother would love for me to be an amazing sewer…and pass that down to a little daughter I might have one day! My mother has put together a legacy that I am proud to be apart of…her daughters are one of her proudest and greatest achievements, her best work! So I don’t mind having a common thread with my mother..in fact I  love it! And although you won’t see us wearing our zebra prints on the same day…(how terrible) I am still one super proud girl to have Dr. Elise LaBord as my mother!