Category Archives: healing

Zit, Pimple, Blemish…they all have the same meaning

Have you ever been in a conversation with someone and all you can think about is this horrific-pain, piercing, one, tiny, spot, on your face! Yes, a zit is making its ‘Grand’ entrance at that very moment!

This conversation was interesting, but in your mind you are screaming, “Don’t ask me a question! Because I have no idea what you are saying. Oh no, I AM INTERESTED! However, this OUCH! PAINFUL, ZIT is attempting to take over my thought process. Please! I beg of you to understand!”

The entire time your friend is chit chatting and all you can see is her lips moving. But your hearing is basically gone. Your feelings are numb and your focus is most definetly on this OBTRUSIVE, probably now extremely visible, puss filling, pocket we call a zit, pimple, or even a blemish, but we all know they are the same!

If a Zit could talk it would sound like this,

“I’m a zit! No, rhyme or reason. No, plan or proper timing. No, specifics nor limitations…I am a ZIT!

I will appear at the most impromptu times. Unannounced yet definetly created…by who? Why YOU? Of course! I am a Zit, I have no thoughts or understanding.

When you rub a simple flake of dirt, across your largest organ. I snatch it up, attempt to ‘do’ my job & next my formation begins.

I realize my ‘why’ may seem trivial to you. I know that I APPEAR, at the seemingly worst times. But hey, I am using my talent, how about you?

I am a ZIT! A PIMPLE! A BLEMISH! I protect & serve your skin.

I know I am obtrusive, obnoxious and you wish I were Obsolete!

However, I will stay the same. Why? Because I am a Zit!

Livelove

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Carry On!

Zit or no zit…you got this! & This too Shall Pass!

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Freddy & Frankie learn the meaning of Perspective!

As the summer months flew by, Frankie and Freddy had became BEST FRIENDS FOREVER! They were inseparable! It was so bad that if the ‘family went to the theater one or the other tagged along. Even though Frankie’s moms had several flamingos to transport, they always told Freddy that they had plenty of room on the ‘family’ bus for one more!

One day, as Freddy was preparing to walk to his ‘besties’ house he over heard his mom talking on the telephone,”I am sorry to hear that. Of course Freddy will understand! He probably has some homework to catch up on anyways.”

When Freddy asked his momma who she was talking to she replied, with a sad low voice, “Freddy, you cannot go over to Frankie’s tonight. She has other plans.”

“WHAT?” Freddy spun around and questioned his mother with a mean, agitated, facial expression and adjusted his bow tie, in disbelief. How could this possibly be true? Thought Freddy. We tell each other EVERYTHING!

“I demand to talk to Frankie!” He spouted in as loud of a voice as Freddy can get, since he is not the fighter that Frankie can be!

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called her. No answer! He was furious! Pacing back and forth. He text her…Hello? Are you there? Hello? What is going on?

No reply! He was now prepared to plea bargain with his momma, “Mom, I need to go over there!something is wrong and I am going to miss the movie! Its Tuesday night bargain night…please, I need to see her!

“No, Blue Momma requested you not come over tonight. I am sure Frankie will explain everything tomorrow.”

Freddy’s feathers were ruffled and he began to cry! He ran to his bedroom and buried his face in his pillow! He sobbed and sobbed, wondering why his best friend broke their date?

The next day at school Frankie tried to explain the circumstances, but Freddy was too upset, embarrassed, and mad! He shrugged his feathers, dropped his head, and said, “I don’t care. You can go hang out with your new best friend. I guess ‘he’ is so good that he can take my place.”

Frankie tried to interrupt Freddy’s pitty party, but Freddy was too frustrated, sad, irritated and a little mad. He turned around and walked away from Frankie…and in mid sentence.

Frankie was now extremely mad at how selfish Freddy was acting! “You know what? Freddy you are being a butt! I am not sorry you didn’t get to go, you are, you are…,” Frankie couldn’t think of anything else to say. She dropped her feathers straight down beside her gangly legs, turned on her heels, and let out a big GRRRRR. Then stomped away in the opposite direction of her ONCE BEST FRIEND…FREDDY!

To be Continued…

Why do you think Frankie didn’t call Freddy?

How would you feel if you were either one of the Flamingos?

What are possible solutions for either one of them?

Have you ever had your feelings hurt so bad, you felt like the friendship wasn’t worth it?

Was the outcome a valid reason or was it due to perspectives?

If you need a little boost let Happy Coaching help you reach the next level of ‘Happiness.’

Livelove

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Carry On!

Written & Copyrights by: Teena Drake

Shed a Tear. Release your FEAR!

I cried today…for you, you, & YES EVEN YOU!

I cried today…for those who struggle & are in pain.

I cried today…for those moments in life when giving up seems easier than carrying on.

I cried today…

And then…

I wiped my tears, released all my fears…

I smiled today…knowing you, you, & YES, EVEN YOU are in my life!

I smiled today…knowing that No Matter WHAT ‘THIS TOO SHALL PASS.’

I smiled today…for the moment you read this message! & that today you made a great CHOICE…You Lived, Loved & Carried On!

Life is to be Lived ‘HAPPY’ 99% of the time the other % is for you to re- evaluate and return to HAPPY!

Thank you for reading! Sending you great vibrations and happiness.

Livelove

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Carry On

Written by: Teena Drake

Do you have a bucket list or a list of goals?

What? What’s the difference? I questioned as I listened to the sweet lady on the radio, as the DJ asked her, “What is on your bucket list?”

She began to tell of everything on her ‘list’. Go see beautiful sights, meet certain people, ect. Then the guy asked,”Were any of these on your goal list before you were diagnosed?”

Wait a minute…What? What is the difference? Is there a difference?

I anxiously waited for her response…she replied with…

UGH! A commercial break. Tell me! Were these two list the same? Was there any other list?

When they returned to the interview nothing was said about the goal question. No, not one darn thing. They skipped over it like it wasn’t even asked.

Yes, you already know it is time for a Mrs. Drake investigation!

I must know does everyone have a bucket and a goal list? Are they the same? And if not why are they different?

I began to ask these questions to family members. Their responses were all over the place. However, we all agreed on one thing the difference is a bucket list is something you think of when your possible exit date is known and a goal list is for the living.

Hmmmm I am not sure I agree with this concept.

Let me ask you this…doesn’t it make more sense to combine the two lists and begin living to ‘accomplish’ those experiences you so desire.

What if ‘get a job’ on your goal list was changed to…

Bucket list- I will find a company that appreciates my talents and what I like to do. We cocreate together to improve their business and to improve my revenue.

Goal list- Be Married by 25.

Bucket List- Fall in Love, laugh alot, enjoy them each day like it is Our last together.

Goal List- Take a trip to Italy..

Bucket List- My love and I travel to Italy and stay in quaint little Air B&Bs each night.

What are your thoughts on Goal List vs. Bucket List?

Let me know because these two words seem to be similar. However, the general perspective might be a little messed up.

I don’t know about you but I think I want to LIVE each day focusing on my bucket list, rather than making goals that I may never reach.

But if I think it could be my last day, month, or year…how much more will I accomplish versus the list of ‘goals’ that I think I SHOULD DO.

This thought is still in the works! Therefore, I will take any advice on the topic, if you would like to share!

Also I am looking for a title of my newest book…For Network Marketers and Companies to grow by leaps and bounds. My original title was…Why do I HATE/LOVE you…NETWORK MARKETERS?

I would love to know what type of title would intrigue you to purchase and read this book?

(Side note…be on the look out for this book because the first two weeks it will be at a big discount. And Karatbars Affiliates we have some surprises for you!)

If you need a little extra help with ‘Life’ get in touch Livelove.teena@gmail.com it is quick and simple and FUN.

Also offering Angel Card Readings email me.

As always..

Livelove

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Carry On!

Watch “First Attempt Nonedited, Sound Bath” on YouTube

I truly am in awe of my new found skill set. I took these pictures and created this video, but the best part is I produced the music!

When I first sent this to my dad he asked about the pics but didn’t realize that was my music. I laughed and said, “It wasn’t about the photos that was My music or vibrational pleasing sounds.”

I recognize there needs to be some editing done, but I felt like someone needed for me to share!

Without further blabbing from me…go ahead and click on my first attempt at assisting you with happy vibrations!

While you are there subscribe to my YouTube channel so you won’t miss my next recordings!

If you are feeling UGH or at the end of your rope…please I am urging you to realize we all have cruddy times but I promise if you will hold on…one more minute this too shall pass!

Livelove

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Carry On

Copywrite and written by Teena Drake

Livelove.teena@gmail.com

I hate you, I hate her, did you know what she said? I hate him too!!!!

Ever had a friend like this? No matter what the conversation, it is how much they hate something about you, their ex, and sometimes even their children. 

Ever analyzed or pondered what they are actually saying? “I Hate ME!” And everytime ‘I hate’ is stated it is not about anyone else, but rather ourselves or whoever says it. (Whether positive or negative the vibration always returns to where it came from). 

Let me see if I can explain it differently…

If you hate math and continually tell others how much you hate math. How useless it is and how you will never be good at math. You are focusing on what is, ‘I hate Math.’

After you begin to LIVE this pattern of ‘hating’ math you tell others why, when, where, and how you are never going to love math. Yet it continually shows up in your life. Every state exam, GED, even Science and Social Studies, math shows up. But you won’t give up and neither will it. Evertime you exhibit the emotion towards math the emotion returns over and over again. Because the truth is life without math is not complete ;). 

How do you get off the horse, bouncing up and down, on the Merry go round? Change your vocabulary. One at a time. Find everything you do love about math!

Wow! I love knowing how to tell time because I know when it is five o’clock or break time. Or I love earning money (which is all about math… time+effort+desire=outcome/monetary reward). Or what about vacation…how much, how far, time, destination and AWE five o’clock cocktail under the cabana! 

If you are continually telling the story of, “I hate you, I hate her, him and all of them!”

You will quickly find others will regurgitate whatever you tell them. For example, I have this dear friend of mine and he told me all the things he hated in fifteen minutes or less about four or five people. I allowed him this opportunity, intentionally. When I paused and requested to know what he liked (not loved) just liked, he continued to spout off all the negative crud he is receiving and ‘what is’ being done to him by a select group of people. 

A few days later I was in town and spoke to a few of the people he had been complaining about. Guess what? They said, “He hates us, now. He has done this, that and oh so much more. I don’t care anymore he is damaged and isn’t going to improve. He only likes himself.”

Hmmmmm do you see any similarities? After listening to their side I quietly asked, “Do you believe all that?”

But guess who did believe all those hateful acqusations? He did. Therefore, his life had become filled with what he was focusing, talking, and dwelling on. 

Was this his intention? NOOOO. And with just a little tweaking of his vocaulary he could altar the outcome.

What if we all paused immediatly after stating something crappy about someone else and asked ourselves, “Why did we even think to say that? What part about them do I not like and in return, I don’t like about myself?”

I know it is ‘difficult’ to accept that we create our own destiny. And if you would like to discuss this bold and true statement I am more than happy to oblige. 

What is the story you choose to tell? Is it the poor me or the bold, beautiful, powerful me? Enjoy your choice, if your story is not generating joy…CHANGE IT! 

Livelove LLC Life Coaching like never before. 

We are changing the world with one happy thought at a time! Want to join in on the fun? Livelove.teena@gmail.com send me an email! All it has to say is, “Hi!”

You can also message me, I do quite a bit of coaching over messenger as well. 

Here are the steps-

  1. Message/email/text Livelove or Teena Drake —  Hi or Hello
  2. I will email you a short waiver  and directions of how the coaching services work.
  3. Pay 25 dollars over Paypal,Wordpress, Facebook or by credit card (Unless other arrangements have been made).
  4. Your Coaching will begin. 
  5. Our life Coaching includes- Weightloss, Stop smoking, relationships (love), self confidence, parenting, beauty, academics, depression, anger, romance and even those IRRITATING moments when you want to pull your hair out! 

I haven’t found another program like ours and the most important information is it is FUN!!!!! 

Sending you great love and even more laughter! I hope you laugh until you pee your pants or at least until your best friend does! 

As always we wish for anyone who reads or shares these posts that you will remember, EVERYONE has a story, we love hearing yours, but most importantly…

Remember to 

Livelove

Carry On

God Bless! 

Written & Copywrite by: Teena Drake (Sunshine)

 

We don’t like you!! One Flamingo said to the other…

Freddy the Pink Flamingo was hanging out with his friends. They played games, cooked out, and laughed, all day long.

As Freddy was retrieving the hoola hoop from ring the neck of a Flamingo, he saw a gigantic moving truck pull in.

He ran back to his friends with great excitement screeching, “A new Flamingo is moving in! Hey! Hey! I just saw a moving truck and a new Flamingo is moving in!”

Frank, Fillip, Frances, and some of the other Flamingos gathered around Freddy to hear what he was so excited about! “Aren’t you all excited? I wonder if they like to cook out, play games…” Freddy questioned.

“Of course they will like everything we like, they are Pink Flamingos!” Frank commented, acting as if Freddy was silly for being so excited. “Come on let’s finish this game I am winning!” he continued.

But Freddy was too excited to meet his new neighbors!

He peeked through the small hole of the joining privacy fence, which was created by his best friend Flipper, before he moved out of town.

His right eye ball made a complete circle as he scanned the backyard. But not one sign of a new Flamingo, yet.

Until…as he began to turn around and sadly report I can’t see anyth…he was abruptly interupted by a gigantic gasp from his friends. He looked puzzled as to why they were all starring at him with a horrible look plastered on their beaks!

Freddy froze and felt like he was turning white.

Before he could sputter any words from his beak…he felt a shadow towering over him. He quickly rolled his eyes up, up, up and over his head.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa,” he began to scream and scream.

The different colored, too tall, odd shaped thingy, simply pulled her head back and slowly walked into the back door of her new home.

“What was that?” He asked.

Freddy’s friends surrounded him and everyone began to talk at once. In a chaotic Flamingo chatter.

Until…they heard a light tap, tap, tap on the gate of Freddy’s back yard.

All of the Pink Flamingos held their breath and became silent. As if the tap, tap, tap on the other side of the gate would ‘think’ no one was home.

Tap, tap, tap once again.

Finally, Freddy slowly unlocked the gate, peeked through the tiny crack and…

What did he find?

A neon green, beautiful, bright Flamingo just his size.

“Hello, I am Franky. May I come over to play, while my mommies unpack.”

Freddy was so excited that she was not the tall blue looking bird, he encountered on the other side of the fence that he replied with, “Of course come in and meet all my friends!”

Franky timidly walked through the gate, looked around, smiled and quietly introduced herself, “Hello, I am Freddy’s new neighbor, Franky.”

As Freddy danced back and forth, he grabbed a hot dog off the table and created a delicious plate of food for his new friend, he saw something happen, that was not too pleasing. 😔😢😢😔

Many of his friends were now in a group snickering and being quite rude to Franky.

Frank looked at Franky in a disgusting manner and asked,”Why is your skin Green? Yuk! And why is your name Franky if you are a GIRL?”😬😬😲😲

Several others chimed in as if they were in agreement with Frank. They all starred at poor little Franky anticipating her answer, as if she could come up with a decent answer, as to why she looks different.👽

But before Franky could answer the big, blue, thingy…peeking over the fence from earlier, yelled out, “Franky, Franky where are you?”

Franky with a sigh dropped her head and vanished behind the gate as fast as she had entered.

Freddy was mad! He ruffled his feathers and stomped his flimsy legs over to his other Pink Flamingo friends. “Why? Why were you mean to our new friend?”😠

Everyone acted like he was silly. Fillip stepped up and explained to Freddy. “We don’t like Franky.”

“Why?”

“Because, she is green!!!! And a girl.”

All of Freddy’s friends agreed this new neighbor, was not their friend.

Their squawks, filled with complaints, were quickly drowned out by music echoing from Franky’s yard.

All the boys rushed over to the peep hole in the privacy fence. Pink feathers were flying as they pushed and shoved to attempt to see where the music was coming from.

The big, blue, Flamingo who towered over the six foot privacy fence, hung her head over to calmly ask,”Would you like to come over?”

With their beaks pointing up really high, towards the sky, they shook their heads in perfect unison, Yes!

With their feathers ruffled as if they were taking flight, the boys took off running towards Franky’s back yard.

Freddy decided not to go because he was so mad at how rude his friends were. 😠😳

When the boys entered the gate their eyes almost popped out of their heads! Toys, a sand box, outside games, a swing set and at least ten other Flamingos. All GIRLS! And All different colors!💖💚💙💜💛

At first Ralph, Freddy’s best friend felt sad that Freddy didn’t come and began to turn around to beg him to join them.

Until, he spotted Franky slipping out the gate to go ask Freddy. Before she disappeared she paused, turned around and winked at Ralph. He smiled real big and went off to play in the sand box with Mabel the purple Flamingo.😉

To be continued…

What do you think Freddy said to Franky? Do you think he joined them or did he tell Franky all about how terrible his friends were?

What would you do? Have you ever judged someone by their outside appearance? I am sure we all have.

If you need a little extra help we have coaching for weightloss, depression, and much more. Sometimes it only takes one change in your perspective to change your life! Email us at Livelove.teena@gmail.com

As always

Livelove

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Carry On

Written by and Copyrights owned by- Teena Drake