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IF I COULD GIVE YOU ANYTHING...

If I could give you anything, I'd give you back yourself...this is my oath to you. I have always wanted to help people, but I never really knew exactly how I wanted to accomplish that, until I became a life coach. I feel the greatest joy from knowing that I have helped someone find themselves and start living the life they truly want to live...the life that fulfills them in every way and makes all their dreams come true. The reason this is so important to me is because of finally achieving it for myself. I wouldn't say that I have absolutely everything in place the way I want it to be, but I am fast on the track to getting there and will not stop until I am living it true. In living a life in which you are not 1000% satisfied you settle for certain things because at some point in your past you thought you had to or couldn't do any better and the decisions you made during negative times in your life are still haunting you but I want you to know, these are not life s

TAROT CARDS FOR BREAKFAST...

Every day that I am allowed to wake up and have a shot at another day, I am so grateful. I begin by waking up slowly and savoring the rest I feel from the previous nights' slumber. I then tend to my grooming and nutrition needs and return to my room where I pull 5 (as that is my life number) angel tarot cards and have them for breakfast, so to speak.   I pull angel tarot cards because angels had always surrounded my mother and eventually myself, but you can find tarot cards to reflect pretty much anything you are into these days. For me, this is one of the ways that I receive life messages from my angels and I like knowing each morning what they hold in store for me.  I pull a card from each of my five decks in the morning and read their full meanings through their respective guide books. I love cards by Doreen Virtue...the first deck is called, “Angel Therapy,” the second, “Archangel Oracle Cards,” the third, “The Romance Angels,” the fourth, “Messages From Your Angels,”

TRUST IS GLASS...

In cleaning up my blog just now I came across a number of draft posts that I had written but then never followed through and published for one reason or another.  After reading this one, and remembering back to when I wrote it (over three years ago, right before yet another bad relationship decision on my part...lol) I had to publish it to remind myself that I have come so very far since writing this post and because of the people I choose to have in my current life, I have made huge progress in the trust and relationship departments.   "Trust is glass. I say this because anything that can be broken that easily and pieced back together with glue, must be made of glass. I've grown up with the expression, “forgive and forgret,” but I have to say that for me, the forgiveness is extremely hard and like hell will I forget. I don't think you should forget, it isn't healthy. These are lessons in our life and we need to heed them, learn from them and then let them go.

YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE...

The power of the mind is an incredible thing, but it makes so much sense when you think about what vibrational beings we are that we create our own realities through the power of  our beliefs. Did you ever notice that when people believe in you, I mean truly and deeply believe in you, you feel like you can do anything?  The same is true when you believe in yourself, and while I very much value the importance of believing in yourself, I feel like a much better version of myself when I have people in my life who believe in me, appreciate what I do for them, understand me, trust me, value who I am as a person and who I genuinely believe in in return.  I have to say, they are very few and far between, but I purposely weeded all the sucker-fish people (see previous posts) out of my life.  I now know that everyone in my life is there because they are genuine and not because there is something they can use me for before they move on or because they are victims who want to emotionally suc

PEOPLE WHO LOVE DIFFERENTLY...

I don't know who ever came up with the term, “normal,” as I am sure it was some psychotherapist way back when, but it is one of the most hateful words on the planet. This word should not even exist in such an eclectic world where no two individuals are alike. It has created a paradigm in which people try to fit in and in doing so, change who they really are inside. I find this so, so sad. Now, if you want to be who you are you have to go against this paradigm because it has been widely accepted as the standard of who you “should” (another hated word of mine) be. Most people are afraid to go against anything and will therefore live a life they were not meant to live, never being true to who they are inside...I hate fear. We don't all love the same. I mean, we do, but we don't. We all love...that is a given and a basic instinct. In fact, it is what we strive for, to love and be loved so why then does it have to have so many rules? Why make it so difficult?

LEAVE IT ALONE...

Why, when everything is going so well, do some of us feel the need to pick things apart?  You got a promotion???  Wow, that's wonderful.  Oh, you didn't get the office you wanted with the corner window and the view or as much money as you had hoped for and they didn't get you your own assistant like you thought........REALLY???  You...got...a...promotion!!! Leave...it...alone.  You what?  You got a check in the mail for $100.00 from some refund a long time ago???  That's so awesome.  Oh, they didn't send it out when it should have gone out a year ago.  Yes, but you forgot all about it and it's here now and you can use the money.  Oh, you thought it should have been more but you can't remember.  Okay, but it's here now and it's $100.00 you didn't even know was coming. Oh, well true you could have used it then, but it's here now and you can use it now!!! Be...grateful...and...leave...it...alone!!!  You're getting to go on the trip of a l

POETRY TAPESTRY...

Sometimes I write poems to free up my head and my soul...you know to kind of purge all of the feelings I am having to make room for more.  I like to write several at a time and piece them together with a theme, like a tapestry. **LET ME SHOW YOU** Come and take a trip with me, let me hold your hand; Come and see my world with me, you seem to understand; I think you really see me, like no one has before; You see what's hidden in the dark, what's beyond the door; People never see inside my deepest, darkest depth; But you have broken through it all, you took away my breath; I thank you for the privilege to see inside your soul; You let me in and trusted me, an honor I behold; I feel your trust within my soul, my faith in you is real; Faith I've never known before and been afraid to feel; Let me show you what can be, a life you've never known; I want you to unfold your dream, together not alone; And this was the

DON'T SAY THE "RIGHT" THING...

I have a question for you...are you true to yourself or do you say the “right” thing, and by the “right” thing I mean the nice and appropriate thing to say at the time because you think the situation calls for that answer and not the answer you want to use because it would be best for you and true to what you want. An example of this would be... let's say you are one of those people at work who takes care of everything and because of this everyone feels they can approach you with all of their problems, work and personal, and you are so nice that you never say no to them. In fact, you end your sentences with something equivalent to, “...and if you need anything else, let me know...any time.” I guarantee you that you will attract a plethora of broken and negative people into your life and you will have to fight harder and harder to stay positive because at work you will be doing their jobs and in your personal life they will be calling on you to fix everything for them. They w

LIVE THE LIFE YOU WANT...

I took this picture last Friday when I stopped at the beach to eat my lunch.  I thought I would put a post into it...short and sweet. Thank you for taking the time to stop and visit and please, if you like what you've read, leave a comment. If you have a blog or website of your own I would love to visit it. After your comment, make sure to post your link and I will stop by and leave a comment as well. Happy blogging.

LETTER TO MY MOTHER...

Every now and then I still get the urge to call my mother.  Even though I talk to her all the time, as I know she leads my circle of angels, I still have a need to tell her things in writing, maybe as a therapeutic tool for me.  I thought this time I would publish this one as a post because if you are missing a loved one from your life, someone you were so close to that took part of your soul when they left, I think this may be good therapy for you as well.  “Dear Mom, It has been five years since God called you home and yet some days it feels like yesterday.   I have come to terms with the fact that I will never stop missing you but as, I assure myself that you are with me all the time, I have hope that the degree will lessen.   When you first left I felt so very alone in the world, even though I still had people in my life, they could never be in my life like you.   There are times this feeling still will not subside. You were the biggest part of who I am.   You rai

IF YOU LOVE ME...THEN KNOW ME...

If you love me, then know me...for who I am and what I believe in.  If you love me, then respect and accept me for all that surrounds me.  By the same token, if I love you then I respect you for who you are and what you believe in and I promise you this... 1.  I will always write I love you but I will never write “ I luv u ,” because it demeans the sentiment and I know you would never do that to me either. 2.  I will Never use the word “ little ” to describe anything in your life that means something to you, i.e. your “ little ” car that you drive and the “ little ” house that you live in or the " little " song you just wrote,  and I know you would never do that to me as well because it bugs the crap out of me as it is condescending to others. 3.  I will never call you dumb or stupid if I really just mean you're being silly,and I know you would not do that to me either because you wouldn't risk hurting my feelings. 4.  I will never repeat your words back t

I AM A JUNKIE...

I am a junkie...that's right...I have an addictive personality and I am addicted to all things positive. I was born into a family from which both sides were highly prone to addiction, especially on my father's side with alcoholism, although it was deep on my mother's as well. I so vividly remember how my father really never had a middle ground or a gray area. Things to him were either black or white, good or bad and people were either in his life or out of it. My mother was my saving grace because she was all gray area and I mean that in a good way. I always felt so bad for the rampant depression that plagued her life, but she was the one who could see the other possibilities in most situations and exercise forgiveness when people “messed up.” If not for her I would have no idea that a middle ground existed as I tended to take on most of my father's traits. With divine help and guidance I have finally turned my negative life into a positive one, but I am n

ASK FOR HELLLLLLP...

I cannot count the number of times during my life, beginning from very early childhood, that people have said to me, "Kimberly, ask for help."   Really?  I'm German, Irish and Taurus...my philosophy? ...If I can't do it myself it isn't possible in my world.  Now looking back on this philosophy of mine as of late, I have to say I see where it might be a bit flawed.   I'm not sure as to the why and the particulars of it all, but asking for help is so hard for me.  My mother once told me that my first words were, "I do it!"  Wow, that just spoke volumes to me.  My poor mother, God rest her soul, put up with a lot from me as I grew, but she loved me unconditionally, which is hard to find this day and age...but I digress.  It seems to me that life would not be so hard if I were the type of person that went around asking everyone for help all the time, but I think in the back of my mind I see it as some sort of weakness...which it very much is not, do

DON'T LET IT BOTHER YOU...

The other day I went into work, said good morning to a customer who in turn, flipped me off. I'm 99 percent sure he was joking around but the old me would have taken great offense to that and would have wondered all day about what I did to have caused him to do that. What could I have done differently to have changed that situation. The new me however, replied to this man with a confident smile, “Yes, I am number one and proud of it.” I think what people say and what we hear are sometimes two different things. It's either our perception of what they actually say or what we are hoping they actually meant by what they said, and sometimes the mood we are in. For example, I have a huge pet peeve about people saying they will call me and then not actually doing it so when people say to me, “I will call you,” I think what I will choose to hear is, “I will call you...if I can.” In this way I won't sit and dwell over why I wasn't worth the phone call and let them

DON'T YOU HATE BEING BOSSED AROUND,..

Sometimes I wonder who came up with the concept of working for a living.  It seems to me there are much better things we could be doing with our time. And why 5 out of 7 days of the week?  Why isn't 2 or 3 days a week enough?  I have always liked the barter system and had a father who was really good at bartering with others for goods and services, although I guess technically you could say that work in exchange for money is a type of barter system, but at least with the barter system no one person is the "boss." I do not like, nor have I ever liked the idea of one person bossing everyone else around as it promotes the illusion that one person is better and smarter than everyone else under him/her.  I don't like feeling that I have to "pimp myself out" just to eke out a living and survive.  There were jobs in the past in which I was the "boss," but I have to say, I liked that even less. There was added responsibility and added duty, which ulti

LET IT GO...

I have written a number of posts on stress, but I wanted to help you with some management techniques and psychology on why we don’t allow good things to happen throughout our day/life.   How many times throughout your day have you noticed the large sigh you let out, more often than not?   That sigh, my friends, is a sign that you are not getting enough oxygen, most likely due to the fact that you are breathing incorrectly which is usually due to stress.   So to get you thinking about this, let’s first get you conscious of recognizing that sigh.   The way I accomplished this was by noticing, especially if I was talking at the time (which I usually am…lol), that I had to take in more air and would then let out a deeper sigh during my sentence.   It made it easier to hear that way and then I began to notice it whenever I was sitting still at my desk, etc.     So I began to stop myself whenever I heard it, even if there were customers in front of me.   I would take a slow, dee

PICTURE IT...

When I find myself with time on my hands (for which I am always grateful), I feel the need to explore...using my camera as my sole source of vision.  I find such fulfillment in the beauty I am led to through my lens and I love to share my "visions." ***Please do not download, transfer or otherwise use any of the pictures as they are the copyrighted property of the blog owner*** Thank you for taking the time to stop and visit and please, if you like what you've read, leave a comment. If you have a blog or website of your own I would love to visit it. After your comment, make sure to post your link and I will stop by and leave a comment as well. Happy blogging.

HEAD-REGURGITATION...

Sometimes, and just for the sake of removing it from my head, I will sit down and write everything I can think of in that moment.  I call it head-regurgitation, for lack of a better term.  I usually don't save these, however I recently came across this one that I wrote in October of 2014, which was right around the time I had just moved to Oregon and was trying to piece my life together.  I wanted to post it so that other people out there with "chatty" heads know that they are not alone and that the part of us that sometimes scares us a little and makes us think we are just plain crazy, lives within all of us. "I have no gift of gab, but the pen, which is mightier  than the sword, is my ally in life as well as death.  If  only they would call to say, “I love you,” just  because.  If only the reasons for me were the same as the  reasons for them.  I have faith that when I’m so alone, I’m not alone...ever.  I know that people are all  basically narcis