Finding the miracle in the minimum

Find the miracle in the minimum

We spend the majority of our lives swimming in a sea of comparisons. It’s both a blessing and a curse. It keeps us from being complacent, but it also can drive us insane. We get caught up in the process instead of enjoying the results.

We compare our current selves to our former selves.

We compare ourselves to others.

We compare our results to others.

We compare our job to another job.

The list is endless and is a vicious circle that never ends.

Currently I’m comparing my physical abilities while injured to my abilities when I was injury-free. Which is an unfair comparison in every way. But when are these comparisons ever fair?

I decided to celebrate the small wins of my day today, instead of dwelling on what I couldn’t do. Besides, I’ve already talked complained about them ad nauseam.

My miracle minimums today:

  • I walked up and down my staircases railing-free. I could step up and down without leaning against  the railing or wall.
  • I took the garbage out.
  • I didn’t have to wear compression gear all day to keep the swelling at bay. (I had been needing to keep my knee wrapped and compression socks on to keep my toes from swelling up like mini-sausages. )
  • I made lunch as well as pre-made some meals for the next couple days.

I’ll take it when and where I can get it.

On another positive note, I had a friend offer to drive me to/from any needed places while I’m rehabbing and on crutches. I also discovered my city offers Uber!

So I at least have options to get to my needed therapy. I plan on doing my own traditional physical therapy as well as utilize the pool at the YMCA for water therapy. I’m so ready.

T-minus 6 days until surgery.



I guess I need to bathe more often


Isn’t it amazing how quick we are to hand out advice, but when we need to follow our own words it’s like trying to swallow a basketball.

I pride myself on being positive. I share daily positive quotes, attack life with moxie as well as mentor and coach others on finding  the silver lining in their darkest of days.

I mean, in 2001 I was a heart beat away from dying after being attacked and having my neck sliced with a knife (true story). So I know how lucky I am.

Yet, I’ve been dragging my bottom lip all over the floor of my house ever since I returned from my vacation in Cancun, Mexico. I’ve been so deep in the dumps that this stupid knee injury has overshadowed the beautiful weather and great time I had with my family.

All I’ve been thinking about is the  shoulda, woulda, coulda’s.

Well, it’s my turn to stiffen my lip, stop wallowing in my self-inflicted, self-absorbed self-pity and stop feeling sorry for myself.

Time to MTFU and start practicing what I preach.

I’m injured, not dead. Time to conquer this obstacle just like all the others. Time to prove to myself that I really am this positive all the time. I know I’ve been frustrated with the medical management hoop-jumping, but in reality I was seen, evaluated and diagnosed in lightening fashion.

I guess I’m human….. with this whole pity party (don’t let that get out).

Time to own my feelings, and start working towards recovery.

Alright 2016, #bringit

Following my own advice: “3 words of 2016” blog post: Unapologetic, Acknowledge, and Drive.


My 3 words for 2016

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“This year will be different”…

“A new me” …

“…more focused ”…

The resolutioners are in full force. My social media feeds are flooded with the magical New Year transformations that everyone promises (but few accomplish).

I for one don’t believe in this magical force that overtakes our airwaves (gymnasiums ) and way of life when the clock strikes midnight on December 31st every year.

I firmly understand and passionately believe in the notion that goals can be created at any time of the year and that most resolutions are just empty promises fed to us on a marketing platter. Goals and decisions are accomplished because of your dedication and discipline to the cause. We can glitter our failures with as many excuses and passive aggressive blame-gaming as we want, but at the end of the day that goal is your responsibility. Period. You either got it done, or you didn’t.

I think we spend too much time with the hype. We spend too much time trying to create this amazing plan and coloring our “resolution ” some exotic color so that we stand out from the crowd. We have to download the latest app, follow the latest trend (or hashtag) or  overthink the actual goal itself.

When instead we need to simplify the whole concept. Make it manageable, make it edible, and make it possible. Don’t set yourself up for failure by overextending yourself before the year even starts.

This is where the “3 words” exercise hits a home run, thank you Chris Brogan.

Since 2006, I’ve been inviting people to shift how they approach their year and how they frame their goals and intentions. I created the “My 3 Words” exercise because most resolutions aren’t especially helpful. We decide something vague like “I’ve gotta get in shape” or “I’ve gotta quit smoking” or “I need to make more money” but while these are all great goals, they’re not really useful as ways to guide our activities throughout the year. I thought that maybe we could come up with something better, something more useful, something that would work within our thought process daily and not just for the first seven or eight days of the new year.

My 3 Words for 2015

I heard about this exercise a couple weeks ago listening to one of my regular Podcasts Kate’s Take: The EOFire Audio Blog. Then my good friend Drew Griffin mentioned it during a conversation we had, and then shared his “My 3 Words for 2016” on his personal blog (hat tip to my friend for always being a great mentor).

I took this as a sign. Dear Karma, I hear you loud and clear.

So here are my 3 words (along with my hashtags I’m using):

Unapologetic #relentless

24098325685_0c580ac75f_oThis past year I was let go from a blogging job. A job I had for 6 years where I was contracted to blog for another company. Since then I’ve had to re-discover and re-invent myself online. Part of which is parsing through what people like or dis-like (the power of social media). As a contracted  blogger I had to behave a certain way and blog about content that was approved and popular (I mean they had a business to run). Since then I’ve wasted a lot of time worrying about what my fans think of me and my social media updates. Hesitating to say certain things and being careful not to offend anyone, ensuring I was politically correct.

Well that stops. I’m going to be me. Unapologetically me. Flaws and all. While I’m a professional and assume a leadership role as a Nurse Practitioner. I’m not always an NP.

I swear. I curse and I speak my mind. I have my passions and believe in living life to the fullest. I’m a mentor, educator, leader, coach, and motivator. I have a wealth of knowledge I want to share, but it will be done with my color and moxie.

Acknowledge #ownit

I’m vowing to get over my own “Impostor Syndrome”. I’m going to practice what I preach and begin to believe in myself. I will own my success. I’ve earned my place here. Not everyone can do this job. I have a unique set of skills that can provide value to those who want my help.

It’s not bragging, just confidence with a hint of cockiness.

Drive #grit

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I am making moves to start a new media venture. Sean is slowly taking life. I’m having a single-minded hustle to develop my venture into a real company while making myself better. My drive is multifaceted. I need the drive to let my company develop, but also to improve my time management skills.

And as a sidebar, I need to literally “drive” myself through this knee injury. An obstacle that I’m attacking head-on. This severe knee injury is a blessing for me. It will make me pay attention to my physical health more now than ever. To practice what I preach. It will be a wonderful piece of evidence to prove I can help others tackle such a daunting challenge.

#bringit 2016.

I’m ready.