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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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We don’t like you!!One Flamingo said to the other…part 2

To Be Continued…

(We left off at this part of our story)

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…

Franky lightly pecked on the gate to Freddy’s back yard, as she began to tumble and fall into the gate. It flew open making a loud BANG, as it swung with great force. Due to Franky completeing a somersault, with head first and feet quickly following. She landed with a ‘SPLAT’ flat on her back, starring up at the gigantic cumulus clouds floating by.

When Freddy rushed over to check on his new friend, he noticed she had two long, pink & lime green, tubes tightly gripped in her beak. She may have taken a tumble, but she refused to ruin her new friends gift!

Freddy gently removed the funny shaped tubes from Franky’s beak and the two began to laugh, HYSTERICALLY! Before long they were both laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground, with tears in their eyes. They were holding their cheeks & tummies trying to ease their discomfort from the over abundance of laughter.

Between gasping for air and left over chuckles, Freddy asked Franky, “What were you trying to do? And what are these things?”

Recovering from her somersault and long outburst of laughter she replied with, “Bubbles! Those are bubble containers in our own colors! I was bringing them to blow bubbles with you and ask you to come to my house and play.”

The two of them rolled around a few minutes more, enjoying the moment of laughter and regaining their composure. Until both flamingos were silent, laying in the sunlite, not moving a muscle.

Freddy broke their silence by clearing his throat, as if he were about to make a declaration, he paused for a moment, then rolled towards Franky and said, “I don’t want to come to your yard to play. Not because I don’t like you, but because I am so mad 😦 at my friends. And, and…(his feathers began to become ruffled again, as he raises them up and pushes one in Franky’s face as if he is pointing at her)…and if you knew how awful they talked about you, without even knowing you…GRRRR, it makes me mad even thinking about it again! I mean they were terrible! And then they ran over there without a care in the world! (He takes a deep breath in and his voice begins to crack) It was awful! They didn’t like you because of your color and your gender! I am sorry to tell you this, but my friends are FAKE FRIENDS! And I am super disappointed in all of them! Well at least most of them! So if you want to stay here and blow bubbles, I am fine with that! BUT I am too upset to go over there!”

Franky starred at Freddy, batting her long, beautiful eyelashes, as she listened intently to her new friends feelings! However, when he had completed his negative rant, Franky shrugged her shoulders, gave him his bubbles and simply replied with, “Hmmm I am sorry this incident bothered you so bad. I was only sad because my mommy didn’t let me invite you, myself. If you don’t want to come over that is fine, you can keep the bubbles, I hope to see you next time!”

And off she went, disappearing behind the gate once again.

Freddy stood there in a state of confusion. He thought to himself…Did she not hear anything I said? Why did she just go back to playing with those Flamingos, who didn’t like her just because she was green and female!

He wandered over to the peep hole in the fence. With his one eye ball, he scanned the entire back yard with in seconds! It did look like a great deal of fun! Fillip was racing a lavendar, girl, flamingo through the obstacle course. Franky was riding big wheels with Frank. Ralph and Mabel were eating a yummy ice cream over at the hot, pink, picnic table.

Freddy continued to think about how awful his friends were. He questioned how Franky could make friends with people who had said so many ugly things, without even knowing her.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer! He marched over to Franky’s back yard. As soon as everyone saw him they ran over to greet him! “Hey so glad you came! Hello Freddy, it is nice to meet you! Freddy, I am glad you decided to join us!”

But Freddy had already made his mind up! He couldn’t let it go! He had come for a purpose and he KNEW he was doing the ‘right’ thing! He swooshed his feathers back and forth to shush everyone standing around him. He raised his head real high, beak up, stomach in, and he announced…(clearing his throat to ensure everyone was listening), “I am here to announce…”

The big, blue, Flamingo turned down the music and everyone became silent. No one moved, spoke or even took their eyes off of Freddy. As they anticipated what he had to say.

“I am here to announce…my Pink Flamingo friends from my backyard…(big breath inhale and exhale) DO NOT LIKE YOU! BECAUSE YOU ARE GIRLS AND DIFFERENT COLORS!’

An awkward silence spread throughout, with a few snickers, and some sounds of disapprovement, when Freddy completed his last word, COLORS! Frank, the one who spoke up before, questioned Freddy, “How would you know? You have been whinning over there by yourself! We are the ones who came over here and have made friends! Go back to your lonely yard, if you don’t want to have fun because we are having fun and are happy.”

Freddy stood there wondering where he went wrong. He dropped his head, began to cry, and walked towards the gate. He couldn’t understand how being honest was a bad thing. He wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, but yet he felt terrible.

Before he could disappear behind the gate as eloquently as Franky does, he heard a more mature voice, speak up, “Freddy, we all want you to stay! Please won’t you come have an ice cream.”

Freddy continued to look down at the ground and slowly walk towards the gate, “No, I can’t! No one wants me here! I guess I am a bad Flamingo!”

Out from the shadows of the house stepped a six foot, beautiful, lanky, lime, green, female flamingo and she said, “Everyone is welcome at our home! And I want you here,” in the most Angelic voice Freddy had ever heard.

At first his entire body felt frozen as he starred up at this different, but exquisit species. He wondered if she was even a flamingo. Freddy wiped the tears from his eyes and replied, “But I said the wrong things. I made everyone mad at me. I feel so bad, but I felt bad before and I thought if I came over here and told them…”

“Pause, take a deep breath my sweet child. I knew what you were attempting to do. Let me ask you something, can you change what you said? If you could, would you?”

“Of COURSE! I would most definetly take it all back. I wouldn’t have stayed over there by myself. I would not have came over here and announced all that mean stuff,” explained Freddy.

“Let’s start over! Hello, my name is Lilly. Your name is?” The beautiful flamingo asked Freddy.

“My, my, name is Freddy. I am your next door neighbor. My best friend lived here before you. I wished whoever moved in would be a nice family with children.”

She gave him a big hug and patted him on the tail feathers, as if she were saying shew, shew, now it is time for you to go play and have fun.

All the other Flamingos gathered around Freddy to show him the wonders of Franky’s backyard. The other girls introduced themselves and went on playing.

Freddy felt a tap on his shoulder but when he turned to the right there was no one there. He quickly turned back to the other side to attempt to catch the culprit. When he turned back facing front he jumped because Franky screetched, “BOO!”

They both began to laugh once again.

Freddy looked at Franky and said, “I am so sorry! For…”

But before he could continue Franky shoved him with her shoulder and said with a smirk, “Apology accepted. I knew you would come around!”

“How? How did you know? I was so angry and hurt…I couldn’t think of anything good!”

“Because my family’s motto.”

“Motto?”

“Yes, you don’t think we are oblivious to our differences do you?”

“No? But what does that have to do with it?”

“Our family motto is…’Create enough FUN that your differences become an ASSET or a GIFT rather than a hinderance.’ ”

Freddy repeated the family motto to himself a couple of times. Although he agreed with it, he continued to struggle with the past comments. He asked Franky, “But what about before? When they said they didn’t like you because of your color and gender?”

Franky giggled and said, “You have a great deal to learn. For now, lets just say I expected their first responses. But the difference between you and me is that you blend in with the majority of pink flamingos. Soooo you became offended for me. Which is understandable and I do appreciate your kindness. However, I know I am beautiful! And I have been taught to love all flamingos regardless of their differences. As for their past comments…I knew they didn’t know any better.”

“One more thing, Freddy…we all make mistakes. It’s up to us whether we want to forgive or hang on. No matter what, none of us can ‘fix’ the past. It’s your choice as to what to keep or let go.”

Freddy and Franky hugged and went off to the sand box. They played until bedtime. Roasted marshmallows, sang around the camp fire, and enjoyed all of their new friends.

Rather than trying to conform or force others to be just like us, why don’t we all enjoy our differences!

Franky and Lilly were correct! We all make mistakes. It is up to YOU to forgive, forget, and have fun. Or hang on, blame, and live in depression.

I am so grateful for you reading this. We hope Freddy and his friends will continue to empower you and carry Livelove’s message.

Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone needs a little help sometimes.

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As always:

Live Love

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Carry On

Written by: Teena Drake

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Cross-Country, Track and Life?

Do you have a desire? Any desire? Determination to accomplish a task, earn large amounts of money, or win a race?

I can remember assisting my daughter as she first began to run cross-country. We would attempt to walk the courses before the race, to ensure she knew what to expect. However, there were always places we couldn’t reach. Usually those were the spots with an unexpected log, slick spot, or mud hole, you could drown in if you weren’t careful.

Darion would always worry about those detours, I would explain how to slow down and be more cautious, when approaching an unknown portion of the trail.

Although she is an adult and those days are long gone. She continues to push forward and not worry so much about the unknown. But rather enjoy the journey, at her own pace.

When Ashby began to run hurdles I thought, with track the visibility would be easier, creating less stress because they knew what to expect. I was proven wrong, time and time again. Sometimes the clear, concise path was more intimidating because the runners, knew the hurdle was there.

Why was this an issue? Because sometimes knowing what to expect, you continually worry about the hurdles, instead of the finish line.

While coaching runners to cross over to become a hurdler, I learned that many chose the 100 meters race over the 300. For example: one meter hurdles, Ashby was confident because she knew it was for just a short stint. It was not the entire track and was quick and easy (for the most part). As well as, many other athletes, who were more confident in the 100 meter, over the 300 meter. I always questioned why? It appeared both would be challenging, but simple enough to train for.

As I observed runners at practice, I watched them anticipate the hurdles, strategically placed around the track, they would fret to the point of physching themselves out.

Three hundred meter hurdles were more intimidating. They took more planning, time, and provided a wider view of the course, to run.

What if you had a family vacation planned, but the map came alive and demonstrated every possible hurdle on your trip? Would you still take the holiday? Probably not, especially if you were expected be far from home.

The athletes would do this very same thing. They would look at the long course, plan all the what ifs in their mind, and sometimes they didn’t run the 300 meter, due to fear.

In life, you already know there will be hurdles, along your journey of fulfilling your desires. But many choose to not continue, especially if they already know how many times they could possibly fall down, skin their knees or have a group of hurdles to jump.

As I assist people from all over the world. I realize life can be compared to a cross-country race, 100 meter hurdles, as well as the 300 meter.

Return to the opening questions. Do you have a desire? What is it? Once you have identified it, look at the end result. What pushes you to obtain your goals?

Now tell yourself…If I were running a cross-country race, I know there are spots that will be rough, unexpected terrain. However, all I need to do is slow down and look a few steps ahead. Glance up to see the dark spots on the path, but then return to directly in front of me and keep on running.

What if your journey is more visible and you can actually see the path? Remember, there will continue to be hurdles. Some will be bunched up together, similar to the one-hundred meter. Yet, others will be spread apart and all come up at once. Regardless of how far apart they are, they will appear.

Your job is to jump! JUMP one at a time and keep on dreaming. Keep on pushing and know that once at the finish line, you may relax. But only until the next race begins. Get ready? Get set? Gooooooo…….

God Bless

My greatest desire is to provide you with hope, determination and ways for you to find your personal pathway to happiness.

Livelove

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Carryon

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Inspiring minds want to know!

How does success feel? If you don’t know how it feels, how do you know if you want it?

I hear you! Everyday people explain to me their opinions of success measurement. For example, when I am married, earn X amount of dollars or have ten thousand followers, then I will be successful. Or any other stipulation, we all place in the category of success. My question is how does the ‘when’ feel?

“If you do not know before you have it, how will you know when you have achieved it?” asked me.

Read it again! The last statement says you must feel, how you will feel, once you have achieved any goal, before you have achieved it. Think about it…peek back into your past and think of an accomplishment, that throughout the journey, you had days of hopelessness and fears, beyond belief. However, you persevered sometimes out of neccessity and other times out of desire to improve. Yet once you reached the goal, you were quickly on to the next one.

Now fast forward to YOU, today. Are you standing or sitting up a little taller now? Is your head held high, go ahead pause to pat yourself on the back, after all you deserve it! You have jumped hurdles and finished the race, in one format or another. Even if it was not your best race, you finished it and went on to achieve even more. Thats why it is time to feature your accomplishments. Take the time to applaud yourself, at this very moment for the goals you have already achieved.

I don’t care who you are, your age, income, race, background or location does not set us apart from the truth…we have all been faced with adversity, while striving to accomplish a goal or desired outcome. Then once the goal is accomplished, we are glad to move on to the next delicious adventure. Do we think it will be perfect? Not at all, but we know deep down in our souls, we will accomplish the next one and the next one. Because it is who we are.

During one of my happy coaching sessions my friend wept on the other end of the phone and pleaded for me to tell her she was not crazy. “Crazy?” I questioned.

Through her tears and sniffles, attempting to regain her composure, she replies with, “Yes, I feel crazy at times. Because I am happy in the midst of madness. My ex-husband continuously reminds me of who I once was and I always cringe and think, I don’t want to be that person anymore. I was unhappy, lonely, and bored. Please tell me I am not crazy!”

After discussing back and forth what she was fearing, I repeated back to her, what she said. What happened next was like opening the gates of acceptance, for her. She realized how amazing her life was and she didn’t feel crazy anymore, but rather happy with her ‘successful’ outcome. After such a difficult time in her life, her vision of success was feeling threatened. Therefore, she was facing her adversity. She felt guilty for feeling happy and for knowing what happiness felt like. If you are like me, you must know the outcome of a story. “Yes, she is extremely happy and is taking time to feel how great success feels!”

How does your vision feel? Your dreams? Goals? If you don’t know then take time to pause…and feel. What do they smell, taste, touch, sound, and look like? Not specific, just feel them…are they sweet or a bit more spicy? Do you crave it even more when the sweet smell wafts across your nostrils? Are there articles raving about you? Or sweet lovers notes on your pillow at night?

Share with us either something you are struggling with now or something you accomplished. We would love to celebrate with you.

Inspiring minds want to know! If you email us your story at Livelove.teena@gmail.com you may be featured on Livelove’s website as a highlighted ‘Happy’ accoplishment to uplift others by assisting them in Living, Loving and Carrying on!

After all how do we all want to feel? Good, Happy, Better, or Inspired.

As I inhale slowly and exhale even slower…I send you feelings of love, hopefulness, clarity and sweet, sweet success. Until we meet again!

Livelove

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Carryon

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(I always request permission to share a happy coaching session with the public. I choose not to use names, to demonstrate how most of us can relate to each other’s situations, in one way or another. You could relate, couldn’t you?)

Happy Coaching 101 continues, even when I don’t feel inspirational…thank goodness!

This next message I am sharing with you is for one of the sweetest young ladies I know. She is an inspiration to me on a daily basis!

As I was meditating, I continued to ask for much needed personal guidance. Because the past few days I felt a bit sad and stuck. My fears (false evidence appearing real, Jack Cannefiled) continued to show up. I was worried about money, my business, my goals and dreams.

The more I focused on my own issues, the more this sweet little message for Ashley, persisted! I finally gave up! “Okay, what does Ashley need to hear?” I asked in an irritable manner.

Once I wrote it down, tears filled my eyes. One by one streamed down my face, as I read word for word.

I told her I was sending it on, but I read it one more time. And Poof, out of no where, I received my own messages! They were amazing.

One of my messages: Sometimes, the road ahead appears to be difficult. Therfore, take one step at a time. Then if you slip a little off the path, you will have the strength to carry on with the other foot.

So even when you dont feel up for the challenges, life throws at you, it’s okay! Take time to be still, inhale/exhale and listen. You have the answers at your finger tips, you only need to allow yourself to receive them.

Ashley’s message, sent with love…

If you don’t feel stuck how will you celebrate or know what freedom feels like?
If you don’t feel a little hopeless, how will you know how it feels to be filled with hope?
I am with you and guiding you!

It is okay to feel down, it is all a part of the process. However, the best part is when in the valley (or the trough of a frequency) the next wave is up, up ,up so allow the frequency to move you.

Your next portion is going to move into your life so swiftly and peacefully, it will feel like a swift, warm, refreshing breeze zooming up to the crest or top of the wave! Ride high my dear friend and enjoy.

You have asked and now you shall receive!

Livelove

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Carryon

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More recent Thanksgiving Past…

As most of you know Eric and I went to Hawaii to see mom and dad as well as, celebrate our twenty fifth anniversary. What you may not know is it was their forty ninth Wedding Anniversary on November 2nd! It was awesome. Therefore, Eric and I, took them out to eat for a special dining experience, on the ocean to celebrate.

Betty and I got all dressed up in our aloha dresses, adorned our beautiful outfits with Jewlry, by none other than Beautiful Bling by Betty. We were the cats meow!

As we drove up to the restaurant the torches were lit and the dancing fire illuminated the walk way, to a ambiance for love and romance. Ocean breeze, family and friends. Both our heads were spinning. Stop! Selfie time. I took a group photo with my handy dandy selfie stick. I really think we were floating on a cloud of happy emotions, to the extreme that we began reminiscing about times past, that we were all together and how wonderful it was.

Now let me stop right here! Don’t take me the wrong way, we all had a wonderful, fabulous, delicious dinner that night on November 2nd, 2017. But read on and see if you can see why I blame the ‘ambiance’ of this romantic evening on the stupidity, Betty and myself were about to begin and continue.

As we told our friends, who were joining us, about the different family gathering memories, we had. Everyone could feel the flucuations of happiness then the wave of, just a smidge, of sadness. (Not because we were unhappy now, but sometimes it is sad when so many traditions have changed).

That’s when it happened. I had one martini and I don’t know which one of us spoke up first, but one of, Betty or I, said, “We should have an old fashion Thanksgiving dinner. Mmmm all that good food, Uncle Ben’s Wild Rice, gravy, broccoli casserole. That is it.! Let’s do it!”

We both so eagerly shook our heads in an accepting manner of how ‘good’ of girls and wives, as we truly are! Almost as if all of the grand things we have done for our families, came down to the most memorable times.

The guys attempted to talk us out of this grandious, hair brain scheme of ours. But no, no they weren’t talking us out of it! We were sure this would be a fun time and we were jumping in with both feet first!

As the days and nights went by, we were busy, busy. Hoola class, beach hoping and bike riding. Shopping and enjoying each other’s company. Until, Dum Diddy dum!!!! (Drum roll please) The day for Thanksgiving Dinner had arrived! Gosh has it already been two weeks? Naaaaa surely not!

The best way I can explain the affects of Hawaii is; every inch of your body is JELLO. Worries cross your mind, but flee as quick as they enter. If one thing I know, for sure, is going backwards to ‘The Good Ole Days’ isn’t as much fun as soaking up the sun in our ‘BEST’ days!

At least I felt like that. I was unsure if Betty felt like this so, I rolled out of bed and began to create a list. The entire time I was writing I would write a dish and then write beside it a label…difficult or simple. Which meant I was already back pedaling from all of this ‘traditional’ crud. Yes, it was fun, but it was a great deal of work, especially for Betty and I because we had always been the two who seemed to expect ourselves, to work alot, to please as many as possible.

Now don’t get me wrong, we have always enjoyed our families and have both taken pride in our efforts to open our homes and demonstrate loving hospitality. (Of course she is better at being more hospitable than me, but she is a better cook too, so who cares, I love and accept myself lol).

However, at this point I was pretty sure we were both over the ‘Old Fashion’ Thanksgiving dinner. When she saw my list she began to laugh and laugh. She was like this is alot of work isn’t it?

Many funny epiphanies came to me, during my process, of getting ready and I shared them with Ray and Eric. Both men quickly reminded me,”We tried to talk you both out of this! But nooooo you insisted!”

I stood there similar to a statue, listening to everyone’s chatter. How true were their claims? In all actuality , extremely true! Brutally, honestly, TRUE!

We had done this to ourselves!

Now let me wrap up the story part, before I bring it to full circle!

We had the best visit with mom and dad than ever before. We both truly enjoyed being in their presence and in paradise. Betty and I cooked a Thanksgiving meal ‘traditional’ Drake’s style!

Of course, I assisted, but my dishes fell under the simple or some even bought category. However, we pulled it off! It was the most mouth watering, delicious, fabulous, exquisite meal I have had in quite sometime.

I am grateful for the entire vacation and will cherish the sweet memories throughout our visit.

However, I learned some valuable lessons from the entire dinner ordeal. I feel it’s best to bullet them…

  • You don’t always have to relive a tradition to enjoy the memory.
  • When you are feeling stressed about something almost like a regret, talk to that person, be honest. You never know they may feel the same way.
  • Sometimes what we think makes other people happy, is not real, ask them if it is something they feel emotional about. For example: our husbands could have cared less, what we cooked, they were grateful we cooked at all.
  • When looking back at a memory and it feels all warm and fuzzy enjoy it, but ensure before you say you want to relive it, you remember the entire story.
  • For example: I love my children so much and I must say I enjoyed raising them, but to say I would want to relive it would be ludicrous.
  • Although we were resistant the day of, we readjusted and shopped one day and cooked the next. Allow yourself readjustment time. If it is a bad time in your life pause and allow yourself to rethink and readjust, how you feel. (No this wasn’t a bad time in our life. It was actually funny how great of a time it truly was, but this works if you are having a worse time, than we were).
  • Feel it? Feel just how you feel right now. If you don’t like this feeling, then ask yourself, how do I want to feel?
  • What will bring you closer to that?

Thank you for reading this posting.

I am truly grateful for you! Wish you the best.

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Carryon

Written by: Momma Teena