If I DIED TODAY, What would you say?

If I died today what would you say? 

Would you be so Cliche as to ramble on about the would should and coulds?

Or would you remember all my mistakes and blunders?

If I died today what would you say?

Would you be so Romantic as to buy me flowers, kiss my head and only be saddened due to the lack of hugging, kissing and reminiscing?

Or would you remember all my outburst of laughter that rolls like the thunder?

As of yet, I have not died today! But if I am the other half of you, I ask, “If I died today, what would you say? I simply, WONDER…”

Please always know that YOU ARE LOVED! I don’t know who needed this today, but I have a great deal of ‘work’ related items to complete today and this WOULD NOT STOP, until I shared with you!

Therefore, to whomever you are, I send you great love. I send you my gift. My only pay, I request, is for you to embrace and pass it on!

Livelove

&

Carry On

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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!

Livelove

&

Carry On

 

 

 

 

 

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!

Livelove

&

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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The most important part of our business is assisting you in finding your happiness!

Delete It!

Do you ever look at e-mails, social media, cell phones or anything else exposing your name and think…What if I deleted EVERYTHING! I never think of that either!

As I chuckle to myself about that last statement, I wonder if this is what our children think. Not deleting everything, but about life. For example, “Mommy, Have you ever felt like life was overwhelming? Have you ever felt like ‘giving up’?”

As the child, who is struggling with what may seem silly to an adult, ponders asking this question to their mommy or daddy.  I can only imagine what they think an adult would respond with. For example, “Of COURSE, I feel like giving up. Have you not seen all the crud going on? Ball practice, work, birthdays. But what do you have to worry about? You are being cared for.”

PARENTS! I am not saying you are doing anything wrong. I promise life is overwhelming at times and young parents today, have a great deal of pressure. Which is why I am writing this post.

If you have times of glaring at your connections to the world and you feel overwhelmed, then your child is probably feeling the same way.

Therefore, I am suggesting take time and DELETE IT! I know it sounds crazy, but when you are feeling overwhelmed with LIFE, make up a game with your family and have a delete it night.

Example:

  1. Explain to your children or partner, we are going to have a delete it night.
  2. Have everyone
    1. write their issues
    2. speak it
    3. sing it   Example: Child- I made an F, my friend was mean to me, Work was awful today. Everyone is allowed to share what they are feeling overwhelmed, hopeless, or depressed about.
  3. Take time to listen to everyone’s sharing of their feelings.
  4. BUT! After each complaint EVERYONE says, “Delete It!”
  5. Or you can sing “DELETE IT!”

The point is to reverse the trajectory of your thoughts on what is and has been. Because you can’t change the past…no matter what!

Deleting it allows:

  1. Acceptance that everyone has down times and feels like giving up.
  2. A switch in vibrations.
  3. Allows everyone to see how life carrys on even when it feels cruddy at this moment…IT will get better!

As always…God Bless and KNOW you are LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY!

Livelove

&

Carry On

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Life is meant to be experienced.

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How to cook a Pizza…

The new trend is to pick up a freshly prepared pizza and take it home to cook. When this idea first began Betty, my friend and mother-n-law, introduced us to a Papa Murphy’s Pizza. However, Eric and I had never purchased one.

Hold on tight to your teeth because this is one of our funniest adventure!

As most of you know, I was not a very fun Valentine last year. In fact, we were both racking our brains trying to figure out what we did. Finally, Eric said, “Plan it and we will do it!”

The morning came and I continued to fret over the day. Then I jumped up and went shopping. Oh this was turning out to be a perfect day. I found two gigantic Flamingos kissing and bought a card. Next, I slipped over to his work and basically filled the back seat with balloons for his Valentines SURPRISE!

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To complete the day, I went to Papa Murphy’s and purchased a beautiful, fresh, fully loaded pizza. This was my first time so the girl provided me with complete instructions! “The instructions are on the top and your’s are the ‘middle’ instructions because of your choice of crust.”

Sounds simple enough. Honey came home, we went for a long bike ride and came home starving.

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As I prepared the oven he handed me the instructions and unwrapped the pizza. The aroma of all the toppings and seasonings filled the air. I read the ‘middle’ instructions. “Okay, four hundred degrees, cook for 18 to twenty, on lowest rack in oven. I have got this!”

“Hey do we cook this on this paper thing?” Eric asked.

I read the ‘middle’ instructions once again, OUT LOUD.

“Honey, it says nothing about what to cook it on,” I replied.

In about five minutes, I turn around to Eric almost screaming at me! “HEY! I need some help here, I don’t know how we are going to get this pizza on the rack,” he stated, with half of the pizza in both of his hands and the pizza appears to be, GROWING!

I ran over to help him. We attempted to fold it over, scoop it up with a spatualy, and scoot it over to the rack. (We are always determined, if he begin something it will be completed). After quite sometime and both of us being covered in Garlic Butter from one side and red sauce from the other. We now had an oversized crust with all the toppings with different sauces combined together, folded over in a calazone shape and placed it on the rack. Which we had pulled the rack out of the oven, to see if that would help.

Let me help you visualize this disaster. As we stood back and looked at this pizza, we now had a pizza covering the entire bottom rack of our oven. I had pizza sauce in my hair, up my arms and his hands continued to have bits of uncooked pizza crust stuck to it! The fresh crust is sagging in between each slot of the rack down into the stove top.

By this time Eric is speaking to me in a loud voice and explaining how we were not able to put this in the oven. I was laughing so much that he was trying to not be upset with me. (It doesn’t matter, I now think most things are funny). I said, “Hang on! I will call your mother!”

Betty could barely understand me as I laughed and laughed, I attempted to repeat the story, “Do you remember how you cooked Papa Murphy’s pizza.”

She was laughing at me and Eric, who was complaining in the background and swearing he was throwing it away! Unfortunately, she didn’t remember. So it was back to the drawing board.

I called the store, continued to laugh hysterically, and asked how to cook this pizza. The sweet little voice on the other end of the phone, chuckled at my story and said, “Mam, you are supposed to cook it on the paper pan it was originally on.”

Simultaneously, Eric barges out the door, onto the patio, with the instructions in hand, waving them like they are the winning lottery numbers! He says, loudly but still in a funny way, “TEENA, the very first instructions state, ‘Cook Pizza on provided pan.’ Why didn’t you read all of the instructions?”

Still on the phone with the store, I burst out laughing and said, “She told me three times the ‘middle’ instructions.”

We all three are now laughing.

I hung up the phone and we both stood, silently, glaring at this beast of a crust, now dripping in more directions than we can count! Questioning, How are we going to transfer this pizza back onto that? And how will it ever fit again?

We ended up folding it into fours and with four hands. We scooted this monstrosity of a pizza back on this tiny little pan. To avoid Eric from becoming more frustrated, I quickly smooshed the crust and scattered the toppings. It kind of fit, at least enough to cook.

The evening turned out to be perfect! He brought me beautiful flowers, we went for a bike ride and had a pizza adventure of a lifetime!

Life is funny to me. How can an unplanned, not materialistic focused, cooking pizza, Valentine’s Day become such an awesome memory? Because I have learned the journey is the most valuable part of living!

I couldn’t have planned a date night like this, if I tried. But I know neither of us will ever forget it!

I realize life gets you down. Just look at me, I have really had to keep from writing, lately because I allowed the politics to irritate me!

However, no matter what life, is to be lived! Good, Not so Good, Happy times, Down times, they all come together to create a beautiful plethora of colors to experience. I wish I could promise you everyday will be sunshine and butterflies, but I can not.

What I can promise you…when you have down times enjoy the time to rest and recoup because the upswing is going to be exhilarating and you will need your strength to ENJOY it to the fullest. I have never once experienced something negative that the next experience was not unbelievably TERRIFIC!

Keep your head up…You have got this and don’t forget to…

Live Love

&

Carry On

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When it doesn’t fit, do you continue to wear it?

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!

Livelove

&

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.

Www.Livelovellc.org/home

The most important part of our business is assisting you in finding your happiness!

Mango and Life

Mango is a delicious fruit, filled with juicy sweetness to burst into your mouth a refreshing, satisfying taste. Life is a delicious journey with juicy, fun adventures to create similar emotions. But have you ever attempted to cut a Mango in half?

As I approached the beautiful fruit, my mind imagined the sweet flavor of the yellowish juicy fruit with some yummy cottage cheese. Combining the two to create one of the most wonderful dishes ever to be experienced. My taste buds were tingling as I reflected back to our visit with mom and dad (Drake), in Kauai.

We would gather Papayas from Ray’s garden, gently slice it open, long ways to gently scoop out the seeds, replace them with a scoop of cottage cheese and Wala! The best breakfast ever imaginable!

Pause…did you know that Papaya seeds are much easier to slice than a mango seed? I was not prepared for my next adventure. In my mind, I thought the two fruits were so similar that as I began inching my way around the Mango, I realized this is not the same situation!

First I created a fine line all the way around. Repeated the motion as I pierced the knife a little deeper into the fruit. Until I came to a point where my knife was not going any deeper. Without realizing the severity of the strong casing holding the Mango seed, I began to gouge at the center. As my fury escalated I felt my fingers squishing the outside (best) portion of the fruit. Juices are now streaming down my fingers attempting to reach my elbows. I am furious with this stupid seed. I peel back the skin portion, pause to lick my fingers, in order to get a better grip. Continuing to tug, stab and rip at the outer casing of the seed. I finally have one half of the fruit in one piece on my plate.

I felt satisfied, but the emotion of satisfaction only lasted for a fleeting moment. Although I was pleased to have something similar to my favorite breakfast in Hawaii; my attention was quickly diverted back to the stubborn casing around the seed.

Instead of enjoying the fruit with the cottage cheese created as beautiful as, I DESIRED! I…picked up the other half, which was still plagued with this white fiber-like casing, which holds the seed and begin to dig.

At this point, I am determined to remove all parts of this PIT! I begin to gently slice around the underneath of it. I carefully lift it up only to find there are still some attached. I begin to surgically cut more restraints to accomplish the task. My focus is fixed on the removal of the entire middle.

Not to save the delicious fruit, no that is not of any concern to me. Finally! TA DAAAA!!! I am holding the seed in my hand, along with its white fiber-like casing. Yes, I feel AMAZING! Thank you! Thank you very much!

Continuing to feel accomplished I take pictures, create a short video which I have included and begin to eat my breakfast. Only to have my attention diverted once again.

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My thoughts were, “Why did I have to remove this ugly, not enjoyable seed with its outside covering? None of this is the sweet portion or what I started out desiring when I began creating this dish.”

Next, I began to pick at my dish, I had actually created. “This isn’t like the Papaya. I don’t know if I like this. I am bummed. All that work and for what?”

My solution became simple, I just took a long way around to find it. In the end I cut the fruit into chunks and mixed it in with the cottage cheese. It was not the same taste, but its differences illuminated and isolated a different, yet equal flavor.

Does everyone else do this? Do you squeeze the sweetness out because you are obsessed with the pit? I didn’t plan to write about my breakfast, but the evolvement has been savory!

As I compare life to a mango…I wonder how many sweet-savory moments have I celebrated for only a moment because I was so obsessed with the flavorless pit or downfall. I was overtaken by the what ifs. So I had to delve in deeper and deeper until I found the root of all answers. The seed! The who, what, when, where and how this delicious fruit can to be so MAGNIFICENT! Instead of just enjoying the fruit. (I get it! Do you?)

But did I have to dig deeper and deeper to enjoy the fruit? No, I didn’t have to see, touch or taste the pit to know it wasn’t the best portion.

Are you digging for the seed? Or are you enjoying the fruit?

Livelove

&

Carryon

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