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Okay, Google it…

When people begin to become uncomfortable they tend to say I am unhappy or sad. Which is a needed emotion to appreciate the thrilling moments throughout life. The key is to decide how long do you want to stay unhappy or sad. In other words yes, you will experience times of sadness in your life, even once you begin to live in a happy and appreciative state, 99 percent of the time. However, those moments become minimal when you remember, “The best for me will always be!”

Are you still doubting the possibility of living happy 99 percent of the time?

Okay, Google it…Is it possible to be happy all the time? Or the majority of the time?

(The theme song of Jeopardy is playing in my head)

What did you find? Was the answer clear? Yes or No?

Yet, although you researched it, are you happy with whichever answer you chose? Based on what? Evidence? Personal Emotions? Historical Events?

The truth is it didn’t matter to Google your objective opinion, you ask a question and Google provided you with a beautiful array of choices to choose from. As well as added on a few ‘different’ perspectives, in case you didn’t find the answer which resonated with you.

Wow! Did you know life is the same way? You shout out, “I want to be happy” or “How can I be wealthy so then I can be happy?” Maybe, “I want love, peace, comfort.”

Go ahead, try again…Google it!

(Again, the theme song of Jeopardy is playing in my head)

It is true anything you are searching for or focusing on will appear in one form or another. Whether you search it, meditate on it, or just think about it. Think about your last search. What KEY WORDS did you use? Those are your key thoughts. If they are serving you well, then stick to it, you are on the right track. However, if those key words/thoughts are not continuously returning  your mind to a more pleasant place, it might be time to go back and perform another search.

If you were searching for something, on the internet, for work or any other reason and your first search was a flop, would you just give up and shut down the computer? Never to search again?

That may seem a bit dramatic. But let me ask you something…Is this what you do to your beautiful thoughts and ideas when they appear? Do you shut them down by reflecting to your past and ‘Proving’ to yourself this will never work? Yet, every time you hear about this topic your heart sings?

It is time to treat your life-like you do your Google Search. If you do not receive the desired results at first…change your key words and search until you reach your desired destination!

Okay Google…spell Success- T-E-E-N-A! (Put your name in place of mine. Doesn’t that feel TERRIFIC!)

If you would like to hear more about finding and keeping your own happiness in all of life’s situations email us… Livelove.teena@gmail.com or Google us (haha) Www.Livelovellc.org/home

Or maybe you need a little umph put back into your life. Then Happy Coaching from Livelove LLC is something to check into. It is always positive, present and future oriented and most of  all, personalized just for you!

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Carry On

 

 

 

 

 

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Toastmasters? Who is that and who cares?

When you go to the closet and pick up a pair of pants, that do not fit any longer, do you continue to wear them? If you do attempt to ‘make do’ does it become disastrous?

At one time, I worried about being too fat, not good enough and was terribly unsatisfied with the way my clothes fit. I decided to become dedicated to the cause. I worked out and felt terrific. I reached my goals and felt pretty good about myself.

However, I had this one pair of pants! They were my favorite pair. Black silky material, elastic waist, balloon pant legs which created an illusion, I was wearing a long evening gown, but they were functional. I would tell the kids they were my ‘Fancy Pants.’ I truly did love this pair of pants.

Therefore I continued to wear them. Who cared, if they were five sizes too big. No one else knew, just me. As I daydream back to the day I remember my honey bunny saying, “When are you going to get rid of those pants?! They are hanging off of you and if you aren’t careful they will fall down in front of your class!”

What did he know about fashion? I didn’t pay any attention to his nonsense. I arrived at work early and whistled as I walked into the front door. “Good Morning, Ms. Connie,” I cheerfully said as I scooted past her office, in my flowy pants.

The day went wonderful. All of my lessons were going as planned and life couldn’t be better. My planning time came and it was time for lunch. As I nonchalantly danced by the office I heard a deep, male voice call out my name, “Mrs. Drake?”

I jumped a bit and then I heard, “We need your help in the office.”

As much as I wanted to play sick and run back to my classroom, I didn’t. I never wanted to upset Ms. Connie, she is the best.

Turns out she had left due to a family emergency and I was the only ‘warm body’ who could fill in, at least until after my planning period. Which might I add, it was always a short planning time, until today! This day seemed like forty-five minutes was forty-five days.

Of course I quickly found myself sitting in ‘THE CHAIR’ the one where all the phone calls come in, the parents, grandparents, step parents, sick kids, medicated students, vomiting teachers, and last but not freaking least the INTERCOM SYSTEM! I may seem a bit dramatic, but the office manager, in my opinion, has the most difficult job of any in the school system.

The first parent arrived within five minutes of me sitting down. She said in a meek little voice and shaky hands, “Yes, my daughter is in 6th grade and she left her book bag at home. Soooo I wanted to bring it to her…”

I quickly interrupted in a flustered voice, “What? Who did you say? You are going to have to speak up and what class is she in?”

Oh for goodness sakes that one took me fifteen minutes. Including that ordeal, I had four teachers, one cafeteria assistant calling me and the outside calls, were rolling over to an email, faster than I could answer.

It was my last five minutes and a dad buzzes at the door. I let him in, he requested to pick up his son in 6th grade. Most organized human I had dealt with in the past forty minutes. He knew which class at the correct time and spoke up. Pleased with my survival skills through the past few events…I smile really big and I politely say, “Thank you for being so organized and I will call your son up at this time.” (I almost sounded like a robot).

I call the classroom, no he is not in there. Hmmm maybe this dad made a mistake. This continues on for a couple of times. I am now using the intercom and telephone when he yells out, “OH I am so sorry, I forgot he is in seventh grade, he is in math!”

He yelled so loud I fell back into the roller chair, that I had been attempting to spin back and forth in, to accomplish more, in a shorter amount of time. When I fell I zoomed backwards towards Ms. Connie’s desk and quickly spun around, placing my elbows on the desk and hands under my chin. “I am sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?”

He repeated it in a much calmer and embarrassed voice, “My son is in the seventh grade, I am so sorry…”

As he continued to apologize I had become a little smirky and to be blunt I was ticked off. I spun around to turn my back to this man, whom I was upset with. Placed both feet firmly on the ground…pushed my behind up using both hands and my body.

AND…as fast as I stood up, my pants came plummeting down. Yes, down to my knees! My bare behind was there for this man and whoever else wanted to see! I quickly plopped back down, as I gasped for air! Not only were they down, the bottom of my right pant leg was tightly wound around the wheel. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I remember I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and the man, he turned around and walked out in the hall. Probably to laugh so hard he had to pee his pants! Mr. Genton heard me laughing hysterically, as I grabbed my stomach and bent over to attempt and free my pants leg! Of course he helped the father find his son and all he could say between his tears of hysterical laughing, was, “Why do you wear pants that are clearly to big?”

I hope you are now laughing too! This is absolutely a true story. I guess now most of you know why, when someone suggests me working in an office, I laugh and politely decline.

You see, not only were my pants too big, but I was attempting to fill even greater shoes.

Are you doing the same thing in life? Are you continuing to wear the old YOU, who doesn’t fit anymore? It isn’t about the size, it’s about the fit. Isn’t it time you find your own shoes to fill? And if you are hanging on to those old clothes, ask yourself, “Do I want to return to this person or am I okay with brand new and a better fit?”

If the world is continually rotating that means there is never a stagnant moment. Meaning CHANGE is inevitable.

Sometimes we hold ourselves to ‘way back then’ so long, we forget to experience the now and forever more. When you fit in your own skin, life feels pretty TERRIFIC!

God Loves YOU NO MATTER WHAT!

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Carry on!

I am so excited about this great adventure. I would love for you to come along and see all the beautiful stops we are making along the way! If you need a little umf in your life e-mail me at Livelove.teena@gmail.com

A New Service for you: Angel Card Readings they are fun and always enlightening. Of course we continue to offer workshops and Happy Coaching.

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Are you just complaining or is it time to change ?

As I listen to couples belt out what he or she did. I often wonder if I could record their conversation, take him or her out to lunch and tell them to listen closely. Next, I would say, “This is a test! You are no longer allowed to return home. Instead, I have arranged for you to stay at the Going Nowhere, motel off of third and main. Your instructions are quite clear. You may continue to go to work, but you may not return to your home, where your significant other resides. You may not contact them, nor question what is going on.”

I would then provide them with the recording of the awful things they said to or about their spouse/loved one. It would be up to the two of them if they join again or part for good. However, I often ponder, as I listen to people complain, if they simply don’t have enough in their lives to say something nice or if they truly hate the one they pretend to love.

Don’t you wonder? Wonder about the people you choose to have in your life. Those that sometimes you so vicariously discard, mistreat or take advantage of, if they were not in your life, how would you feel? If at the moment of your harsh words, you were told, “Okay, you can’t find any good in them, then move on.”

How would you feel? I don’t know about you, but I choose not to have people in my life that can’t say, be or feel nice about me.

When my hubby walks through that door my eyes light up! My world stops and I immediately hug him around the neck. And Slap a big sloppy kiss on him!

This writing is not to scold you. But it is to remind you…think before you speak, act and allow FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real, Jack Cannefield),  to ruin something beautiful. Remember, what you say sends that vibration. Whether they know it or not. Also try not to forget, how you would feel if they were gone? How would you feel then?

Last little Love tip of the day: If you close your eyes and feel better without that person in your life, it is time to make some changes. Life is meant to be filled with LOVE! You can only be treated as good as you feel about you. If you are feeling less than, you are probably being critical, not very nice and mean. If you are receiving some hateful, unpleasant emotions from someone, look in the mirror and ensure it is not how you are feeling about yourself.

Written by: Momma Teena

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21? No way!

Yes, it is true I have a baby girl who turns 21 today. I remember the day quite well. By early in the morning on the 17th we decided she wasn’t coming therefore, why bother returning to the hospital, lol.

I had been admitted on the 16th and when nothing happened, I came home to see my four year old, Darion. Only to return the next morning for more poking and prodding. She was determined to stay, nesting in the womb enjoying mommy singing and walking her around.

It was an amazing day! We were calm upon entering the labor and delivery, had created a plan for Darion to come to the hospital and went in to finally hold this bundle of joy.

I can remember when they held this beautiful child up and said, “Meet your baby girl, Ashby Mae Drake.”

Tears streamed down my face. Of course I was elated, but I was also like that three month old, came out of me? You see, my first child was five pounds ten ounces. However, Ashby broke that record of having teeny tiny babies…she was nine pounds five ounces! Shew!!! She was mad! It was cold and she couldn’t get those screams to form words fast enough, therefore she screamed louder and sometimes in different pitches almost like she was auditioning for the voice, as a two minute old!

Everyone in the labor and delivery were scattered and shattered once Ashby had arrived. I realize that it’s normal for a delivery staff to be chaotic, but it’s how extreme the chaos was. I remember one nurse, who was tending to me, turned and as politely as she could said, “Okay, who is in charge of making sure Miss Ashby is happy!”

Really? Her first few minutes of life and she begins with that? And guess what? They did just that. People were scrambling, passing her from person to person, swaddling her to keep her warm and finally between me, Darion and Meemaw some how she became satisfied.

It was like a snap of the fingers and we are spinning around and she is 21!

The essence of Ashby…she has always loved all animals from snakes & reptiles to kittens & rats and everything in between. There was not an animal she couldn’t tame with a flick of her wrist and pick it up. Spanky the iguana, no one handled except Ashby Mae. She has been a visual artist since I can remember. By the time she was able to hold a pen in her hand, she has been drawing, way before she was walking. Her favorite way to paint from a year old on was in her birthday suit.

One time Eric had unannounced work clients come in from out of town, he called and said, “Some friends are coming over after work can you ask Ashby to dress?”

Her free spirit will take you on a whirlwind, similar to a plethora of Fall leaves being scooped up and dancing along the waves of the breeze. Then other times her vast interest in making the world a better place, but also ensuring all is fair in the world of Ashby, she will be more like a gust of wind.

Her essence of believing you can do anything is magnificent. Her determination to succeed is phenomenal. I remember when she was 15 she told me SHE would be in California by the time she was a Jr. In highschool. Of course, silly me doubted her! Boy was I wrong.

She began that day looking for reputable agents, (not the horrific experience we had at Cosmo, don’t do that). She found Wings in Cincinnati and the whirlwind had just begun. With in months we were attending workshops, meeting with several agents and finally she had decided on Jake Lang, who told her, “I am not sure you can do this.” ( I now know he knew exactly what he was doing).

Next thing I know, we are booking flights to Texas for expo, making new friends and signing on! For what? Oh sorry, of course Ashby was signed and expected to be where? By when? Yes!! California by February.

Those are just a few examples of the essence of Ashby Mae Drake. She has bedazzled us all since the afternoon of October 17th, twenty one years ago.

Thank you for being a great daughter and I love you! You are beautiful. Looking forward to many more!

God Bless

Livelove

I think I can; I know I can…

Most people have read the Little Engine that could. I know, I would even refer to it while educating eighth graders or teaching sales associates, how to reach their personal quota. However, this past weekend, my experience, cleared the muddy waters or concepts behind this fabulous story!

You see, anytime I was coaching I would say look at the end result and go for that finish line. Which is one hundred percent normal for a coach. As we timed each runner in their event we would refer to their ending time and ask, can you beat that? After all, Track is all about who crosses that finish line first. I would run as fast as I could and cheer, “I think you can, I think you can…Come On You can do it, just look at that finish line, it is right there!!! (Ending with) I know you can! I know you can!”

Exasperated, I would check with John or Dad, for time and let them know where they were and where they needed to be! Does this sound normal to you? Of course it does as a coach you are to bring them up to their best potential and motivate them to complete the task, improve upon the last one and visualize the positive results is your job. However, if I chose to do that type of coaching again I would reverse their thoughts and my technique.

Why? You ask? Becuase although we had several qualify and attend state, once we arrived the goal or end result became overwhelming and several of them struggled.

Back to My lesson and then you will understand. As Eric and I rode bicycles, we would come upon some steep hills. He would shift down to second or even first gear and ride like the wind. (Of course he was demonstrating how necessary it is for me to have gears) Me, on the other hand, would begin pushing, panting, standing up and usually stop mid hill, exhausted. Though, I will say, I never walked and pushed my bike. Instead, I would look right in front of me about two feet and begin pedaling.

Pedaling, pedaling, pedaling slowly sometimes almost coming to a complete stop! Wobbling back and forth…hang on! I would say you can do this, you can do this.

My pep talk or phrase to myself became almost like a cheer/chant/song I would say out loud.

“You already know the end, all you have to see is, two feet & your free!”

I know that seems weird, but in the midst of the struggle it became, “2 feet in front of me is all you gotta see.”

Over and over again I would chant/cheer, “Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see… (push the pedals with all my might) Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see… (again, but a little louder)…Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see!”

I tested it time and time again. We would approach a hill and if I would ride, starring at the top; I NEVER MADE IT, without stopping! However, if I glanced at the top (or end result) I would take a snap shot of the path, quickly glance where others could be, ensure I could avoid any Big surprises and proceed. (All of that preparing was not a strict plan it was just a glance. So if I had to veer off the path, I would still arrive at my final deatination)

Next, I would look two feet ahead of me, glance behind me and take off!!! Push with the right, then the left. Breathe…inhale, exhale, inhale exhale. Focus on your breathing, Teena. And when I thought I couldn’t go anymore, I wasn’t strong enough, I would push even harder and cheer, “Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see!”(again)

“Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see…two feet in front of me is all I gotta see!”

Sometimes I would throw in the full mantra, but mostly I just concentrated on turning the wheels two times and moving two feet.

Isn’t this true in everything we do! I never understood why @The Little Engine that Could, began with, “I think I can.”

I do now! If he had looked at the end result the entire time he might not have made it to the the toys, on the other side of the mountain. Instead he began with just right then, right where he was at that time. He didn’t transition to, I know I can, until he had reached at least one major hurdle and enjoyed the journey along the way.

Anything you want to do big or small! Know the end result or goal, feel it for a split second. Then begin to take one step, then the next. You do not want to miss the delicious journey along the way, so you can bask in the glorious warmth and good feeling at the top.

Back to track. I love track as a sport! Because it focuses your brain to improve you for your own personal record. If you are a coach try not to focus on the end quite as much, but rather visualize the end and improve by only seeing two feet ahead, two days, two hours, or even two seconds!

You can get thru, accomplish or achieve anything you want! If you are depressed, struggling with addiction or just wanting to pedal to the top of a hill, you can do it! The key is to see it and break it down into smaller, manageable pieces!

God Bless!

Livelove

I know, I have been talking, instead of doing…

Hey everyone sitting at the doctor, waiting like everyone else. However, my brain is running like a marathon runner about to win a race and to be first out of thousands of runners!

Teena Drake, they call out! I waddle back, “Mrs. Drake your BP is high for you. Is there anything going on?”

“Ummm, noo, but you would not question me if you knew what was running through my brain! It’s crazy, gigantic and important. I don’t have time to catch you up, but I promise I am okay!”

I simply replied with, “No, I am fine.”

Anywhoooo, it’s all good!

Here is why my BP was up! I had a CRAZY THOUGHT!!! Driving down here!

Ever since I have been watching OperationBBQrelief.com I have had the strongest desire to jump in my car and drive South. However, if you don’t know, at this point of my life, I don’t think I would be much help at all!!!! I still waddle or wobble, a bit and I have to be very careful, not to get an infection, until it is healed. Ugh!!! What to do, what to do? Think, think, think, Teena!

That’s when it hit me!!! (It seemed to really hit me hard) As I was driving over an hour to my doctors appointment and listening to music at the highest level possible, with the sunroof open, wind blowing through my hair, and singing- Whoomp, there it is, I thought hmmm, what can I do to help others, who are suffering, bored, and misplaced from their home, stuff and comfort zone?

I got it!!!! I will begin to video and post. Problem is the little brain in my head continues to criticize me. Saying things like, “You know your ADHD will kick in and you will flutter off! You can’t sing! And you want to sing! What are you thinking?”

Then, like everything else, it hit me!!!! (I can’t ever get ideas quietly in my sleep). I remembered this funny statement from Kendal (you will meet her on one of my videos) she looked at me while we were standing in the longest, boring line at the airport in Mexico and said, “I would never mind standing in line with you. If I had to be stranded on an island, I would want it to be with you!”

WHAT? ME? I thought to myself! (As Eric shifted his weight back and forth and seemed more agitated than ever.) It might have had something to do with us singing in line and doing our hand clap…this, that…this this…that that! Or the eductional rhymes I was teaching everyone in line! One lady stopped me (as we attempted to move four steps ahead) and said, “Lady, I agree with your little girl (she isnt mine, but I will claim her). If I was stranded on an island I would want it to be with you! You are one of the most entertaining people, I have ever seen.”

In my mind I thought, as we approached the security/ passport lady, “Tell that to my husband! Giggling in my head, due to his aggravation!”

Then what happened next is HILARIOUS TO ME! NOT to Eric! We had been standing in line for two or three hours and I think it was my fault, but we- only Eric and I- were sent to security!!!! “What? You are kidding, why?”

We never found out the reason why, but Eric has and will always blame me! He swears, they were scared of ME! Lolololol, I still laugh hysterically, everytime he tells that story.

I don’t believe that, but I do believe my inspiration has hit. With all the crud going on in the world, with many children missing school for an indefinite amount of time, I am going to do it! I am scared to death. I criticize myself constantly, when I watch my videos, but for the sake of YOU, I am doing it!

My vision, heading into the doctor’s office, was clear and concise. They won’t be perfect, but they will be educational and entertaining. I am not sure if anyone on the islands will be able to read or watch this, but when you can, check it out. I realize electricity being super scarce, You Tube will not be easily available 😔.

Please note, I am sending all those affected by natural disasters a BIG

heart full of love and I want you to realize, we are all in this together. I Love you all and want you to Livelove On! You can do this, you can and will rebuild!!!

God Loves you no matter what!

Livelove

Why is it difficult to…

As I explore different options with several people, I realize how difficult it is to brag or describe yourself!!!

A company contacted me and said, “Mrs. Drake can you send us your credentials for speaking to a group of sales representatives? Especially since you have been in education for the past several years.”

My response is, “How large do you want that list and how descriptive? Define credentials and/or expertise.”

Because listen up you probably have more ‘credentials’ or ‘expertise’ than you know about. One of my happy coaching sessions is: describe yourself in a positive happy manner and it will always come to a task they have completed and feel good about. Or a great accomplishment in life will show up in the descriptions. Which is perfect!!

Here is the sad part…many people will automatically revert back to saying, ” Yes, but Teena that was when I was in middle school or high school.” Or, “That was a silly class I took from Homemakers of America, it was just a free class about personality testing.”

Please stop!!! I actually had a 22 year old man say to me, ” Mrs. Drake I can’t do that don’t you remember how bad I was in middle school?”

Insinuating or may believe, his life dream will need to shelved or a positive description of him, isn’t possible, because of something from middle school!!! You might read that and think, she is crazy! However, time and time again someone says something to brand them from a much younger life and different time.

If I were to be honest I haven’t had anyone in my program that has not reacted in this manner, when it comes to describing themselves. That means a full description including ALL COMPLETED TASKS, ALL VOLUNTEER PROGRAMS, SALES EXPERIENCE (even if you were like me and began selling hand made pot holders in the fifth grade.)

After writing this and remembering all the times I cut myself short, I think it’s time we enjoy us!!! Enjoy you! And yes go ahead and create a list of the wonderful, experienced, fun and loving YOU!

Next time you receive a phone call asking for a list of expertise respond with, “How would you like to receive that document? E-mail or Mail Service?”

Try it! Begin creating a list of the good in you. Start with what feels best. No matter what, when you have completed (which it truly will never be complete, as long as you are living you are continually evolving) you will be super happy and proud of yourself! You will probably want to kiss yourself! Instead kiss your dog, lover, friend! Celebrate you!!!!

God Bless

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