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Walk Boldly On

It’s amazing how fast time flies when you have so much stuff to do…or it just feels like there’s a lot of stuff to do. 😛

HA! Anyway, everyone is busy, busy, busy, especially all you farm families out there–how’s this rain effecting you guys? Dad was not a happy camper when we woke up this morning and saw that it had indeed rained last night. (Rain, rain go away–my dad’s getting antsy, so come out when the crops are out, so on another day!!)

Oh the joys of farming, it keeps us on our toes! On our toes…oh yeah, that brings me back to what I was saying before. So, I realized that I’ve been terrible about updating you guys on my 22 Hard Corps journey–so I thought that I would shove weeks 2-5 in a short post (yes it will be short…as short as I usually make them XD )

Week 2-4 was continuing on what was established with Week 1 (Cardio 1 and 2, Core 1, Resistance 1 and 2) and I was very please with how I was starting to feel stronger and stronger each week.

But seriously, we have those weeks where things come up and workouts kind of slack. (We’re human after all, it happens). I did get them in, but I knew for a fact that there wasn’t as much “GUNG HO!!!” as there was in the previous weeks. And then to top it all off, there was a plethora of events that started stacking up since October started. Huge anatomy exams on a Monday, Nutrition Exam on a Wednesday….blah….and then weddings and gigs on Saturdays, or just wedding gig this Saturday, church–guys, I will tell you and I feel no shame in it….I was an emotional eating mess.

It was small stuff, not as bad as I was when I was in middle school, high school, or my first 2 years of college–but the peanut butter was gone in a matter of 2 days. That’s been the story through week 5–and to top it off, the workouts got harder. This isn’t bad, but it didn’t help the mindset that I would be fine working out and then go eat whatever I want. (State of Lisa’s mind a lot). Resistance 3, Cardio 3, and Core 2 were introduced…and actually I kind of like the 3’s. There’s something about working out as such a faster pace that makes those 22 minutes fly by.

Through all of my ups and down on this journey, that’s probably been the stable fact for me. Every day, I know that I can put in just 32 minutes a day. That no matter what happens the rest of the day–that’s a sure fact. Most of the time, that’s my best stress-reliever right now. Getting out all my frustrations right there, and as my coach used to say, “leave it all on the court.”

This week, I have made goals for myself to 1)push even harder in my workouts 2) stick with what I have meal prepped and NO SNACKING ON PB!!!! and 3) relax, breathe, and through everything and with everything going on–don’t forget to take a few moments for myself. Did that yesterday and today, and right now I feel probably the most calm I have in 2 weeks.

So whatever you guys are going through, keep pushing through. Even if it’s just something small–keep going!!! Everything has it’s time, and the light is always at the end of the tunnel. There’s a quote I found and I really liked it, “Most obstacles melt away when we make up our minds to walk boldly through them.”

No matter what happens this week, make up your mind to walk boldly, heads held high, shoulders back, and heart out. Dig deep, go hardcore, and be amazing!! Because I think you’re all amazing!!!! Each and everyone of is fantastic, so go show the world how fantastic you really are! Through thick and thin, highs and lows, you will prevail, you will always prevail!!!! ❤

A Lament of a Struggling Christian: Sometimes, Life Sucks.

It seems she knows the feelings and words that have been circling through my soul for so long–thank you Allison for writing and sharing this!! Padre was right– I needed it. People need this. This is a good thing to remember!!!

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Last week my pastor asked us to write a lament and then had us read them in our small group for Maundy Thursday. Afterwards, he pulled me aside and said that my lament needed to be shared, because it could potentially help others. It was difficult enough to share it in a small setting, so the thought of sharing it on a broader scale still scares the crap out of me, but I knew he was right, and I haven’t been able to shake off the feeling. It’s raw and it’s very vulnerable, but I am going to share it with you anyways. (FYI – A lament by definition is ‘an expression of grief, typically written in a creative form such as a song or poem’. The beauty of a Godly lament – as seen in many of the Psalms, aka The Psalms of Lament – is that though…

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Let’s Make 2016 One to Remember

Like every year, January 1st is always the day when most of the mass population of the human race decide to write down those pesky little things known as resolutions. I, for one, am no different. I have always done these things and they never seem to pan out–but I have a feeling that this year will be different.

Well……..one can hope 😛

One of my resolutions is to write more. Though, it’s hard to write when you feel you have nothing new to say. That’s how I felt after June–there was no more motivation for me too. I seemed to continue writing about the same things, without any answers or solutions to the problems I was facing. Of course, things did get kind of hectic with the last semester of school, but I felt like I was reaching what I wanted to do.

I’m still not quite sure what I want this blog to be–I started out not knowing what to write about, and then it turned into a failing fitness blog. So with the start of the new year, I thought–I need to start this back up. Going to school as a student is done (for now), it’s time to really start hitting the pavement to get my career going. I think this blog can really help–though with the amount of social media one has to go through, an artist really needs a social media guru just to keep up.

With this in mind, I really want to make this blog into a story of my building of my career, my ups and down in life, finishing and succeeding (notice I said succeeding 😉 ) my weight loss journey, recipes, and everything that’s…..well…me. The question is–how to make this blog me? That’s hardest part of any blog (as in any music career or career in general). It’s coming up with something that makes you different from everyone else. What sets you apart from the mass amount of people that blog? (Hey look Mom, I did learn something in school!!!!! 😉 ) Thus let’s just start with the basics–let’s bring in the new year with those pesky little things–my 2016 Resolutions.

  • Spend time with God, first thing, everyday
    • This is important to me, as it should have been even after graduation. I’ve come to the conclusion that home gives a sense of security, and that security doesn’t allow the fear or doubt creep in like it does when I was away at school. Thus my time with God started to dwindle less and less until now–it feels like He’s not even around. I know He is, I never doubt that, but I just can’t feel him. My pastor gave some encouraging words about this and I felt it was meant for me to hear. Just like the message I received last December in the voice of Aslan–I think this is the year that that comes to pass, because these words have still been going through my mind, even up too now.
  • Get to writing my own music
    • It’s my degree. It’s what I want to do with my life. It’s what I love to do……so why do I keep procrastinating on this stuff–well…because I unconsciously love to procrastinate…….bad combo. I want to get as many as I can, so I can make my first EP and then start doing some coffee shop/small shows/gigs/parties and such.
  • Stay in contact with my friends/family better 
    • These people are important to me (you guys know who you are) and I wouldn’t be where I am without them. But I’m a ’90s kid, and for some reason my brain keeps forgetting that I now live in the world of Facebook, Skype, Email, and text message. There are thousands of ways to stay in touch. I love snail mail….but there’s no excuse for me to be losing contact with them. I want to be a part of their lives and I want them to be a part of mine.
  • Read more books
    • This was my favorite past-time as a kid and I need to gain it back. Reading is good for the soul, brain, and mind. I’ve missed it.
  • Finish my novel
    • That’s right–last November I started a Revolutionary War spy novel–and I really want to finish it. Out of all the novels I’ve written, this has been my favorite. I might be tooting my own horn, but I do think it’s pretty fun.
  • Finally reach that fitness goal I’ve been wanting for 4 years
    • Last but not least. I think everybody puts this resolution somewhere; however, I have a new goal. I’m going to Hawaii in March–and ladies and gents, I need to look good in that new bikini!!!!! 😀 My cousins told me about this plan that they follow and absolutely love. I looked into it, started doing some workouts with them and kind of following their nutrition plan. I fell in love with it and had to become a member of the team. I’ll talk about that later, but I really believe that this is the step I need to reach that final goal! I’m really excited about it.

These are just a few of my New Years Resolutions and I hope that you all had a Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!! Here’s looking to you 2016. I have great plans in store for you  😉 actually, I believe God has great plans for you–I’m just here for the ride.

 

The Day the Earth Stood Still

I woke up this morning trying to figure out what the heck I could write about on a “throwback Thursday”, considering school has had me quite busy over the last couple of days. And then I realized what today was: September 11th, 2014.

I was sitting in Mrs. Bevis’ 4th grade classroom, just going about our regular schedule. Our councilor didn’t tell us what happened until school was done, (I was told it was because they didn’t want to disturb our work flow) but all us older kids new something was wrong. We noticed that all the teachers were in the teachers lounge whenever they could, they looked shocked throughout the day, they talked in hushed voices, and I caught a few wiping tears from their eyes or they would just start crying in class. Then we found out: two airplanes had been flown into the World Trade Center, another into the Pentagon, and another crashed landed in a Pennsylvania field. President Bush had declared this a terrorist attack by a radical Muslim group. Now, probably like most American 4th graders, I think the same thoughts went through all our minds: World Trade Center? Radical Muslims? Terrorist attack? What’s the World Trade Center? They FLEW the airplanes INTO the buildings? I remember the rumors and “conspiracy theories” that were floating around the bus on the way home. I also remember being very very angry that my daily afternoon cartoons (my daily educational cartoons on PBS mind you) had been cancelled due to all the news coverage of the event.

I also remember that I became fascinated and glued to the TV, watching repeat after repeat after repeat of the 911 calls, the planes flying into the WTC, etc, etc. It wasn’t because I’m a morbid person–it’s just my personality. I felt violated, even as a 9 year old, and so I wanted to find out as much as I could. My mom was very worried letting me watch the coverage, all the replays, but she let me–because she believed that I needed to know. So that night she and Dad sat down with me and my brother David and we had a long discussion about what happened. That was 13 years ago. The day America was knocked to her knees, the day that everything we ever knew was destroyed, the day our security was taken, the day the entire earth stood still.

For us that are old enough to remember, we’ll always be able to remember what it was like before 9/11–something that the next generation will have no idea. We grew up in a time when we didn’t live in fear or high security, something our kids will never know. They’ll never understand the panic that everyone felt, the nationalism that brought us together, or the aftermath–because they live in the aftermath. To them, 9/11 will be the first shot fired at Lexington and Concord, the Battle of Fort Sumter, Pearl Harbor, and JFK’s Assassination–it’s something they’ll just read about in history books. But to us, there will always be 9/11 and we’ll always remember what it was like.

To end this post, I tell a story of something that happened to me when I was in New York. We were at Ground Zero watching the construction that was happening, and it amazed me how quiet it was down there. We were over by the fire department that sits right across from the WTC. I was standing there looking at the numerous plaques that sit on the walls, when I felt something touch my hand. Looking down, I found a little girl standing beside me tugging on my hand. I smiled at her, but that smile soon turned to shock when she pointed to Ground Zero and asked, “is that where Daddy died?”

I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I looked over at where the towers once stood and then back at the little girl. I didn’t know what to say or do, so I looked around for someone connected with her. A short ways a way there stood a woman who clearly had tears rolling down her cheeks. I connected eyes with her and she nodded, and t hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked back down at the girl and asked, “How old are you?”

“I’m eight. Is this where Daddy died?”

I slowly nodded, and got down on one knee. What else could I do. Here stood a little girl, born in 2001, in the aftermath, who would never know her daddy. This I couldn’t imagine because of the relationship that my dad and I have. So I asked, “was your daddy a firefighter?” She nodded.

“Momma said he was the best.” I smiled.

Tears began to form in my eyes. “I bet he was. Yeah, this is where your daddy died. But you know what…your daddy was a hero. The biggest hero that day. He saved so many people, something you should always remember. He was a hero, and that’s something you should be very proud about.” She gave me the biggest hug (which surprised me) and then ran back to her mom, who silently mouthed to me “thank you”.

I smiled and mouthed back, “no…thank you.” Then I let the tears fall and rejoined our tour group.

So when people say things bad about that day or come up with conspiracy theories or discuss that we should have never went to war, I think about that little girl. I don’t like war, I don’t like fighting but I think about her and the thousands of kids that will never know their dad’s, mom’s, aunts, or uncles. Both from the attacks and from defending our country. So I thank them here, thank you for your sacrifice, for putting others safety before your own, for running up the stairs while everyone else was running down. For putting your life on the line in order to keep ours safe. Thank you! And may we never forget!!