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Big Diva at the Farmer’s Market

Perfect Farmer's Market

After my first fast, I’d made a decision to live a healthier lifestyle.  I craved fresh fruit and vegetables, but my kitchen was full of junk, processed and fattening foods.  I knew that I needed to make a drastic change.  I felt differently in my heart, but if I left my kitchen as it was, there was a chance that I would go back to eating those things.  So, I gutted my kitchen.  I tossed all expired foods and donated everything else that I didn’t plan to eat.  Even things that I thought were healthy, like certain low sodium soups, contained things that weren’t good.  This is the reason that reading the ingredients is important.  According to Dr. Oz. the first 5 ingredients in your food are probably the most important, because they make up most of what is in your food.  That was an eye opener when I looked at some things I’d bought.

Now that the kitchen was bare, I needed to restock it with healthy options, but healthy and organic foods are so expensive.  A heart attack in a bag is cheap and easy, but organics and healthy food can make you broke.  Trader Joe’s doesn’t always cut it in the price department, but they have pretty good choices.  Whole Foods might as well take your entire paycheck for 5 items.  I decided to go to Booth Corners instead.  Booth Corners is a local flea / farmer’s market that has been around forever.  When I was little, my grandmother and grandfather would take my sister and I there to get fresh roasted peanuts, salt water taffy, and eat breakfast.  It always smelled like a country kitchen and it still does to this day.  It had been so long since I had been there.  Great memories…

I went in and apparently not much has changed.  They still had the salt water taffy, fresh produce, meats, cheeses, and freshly squeezed juices.  From the time that I stepped foot in there, I knew that I would have a very long relationship with farmer’s markets, Booth Corner’s in particular.  One of the best things about them is that the farmers are local.  They tend not to use pesticides and other chemicals because they don’t need to preserve their produce longer for cross country trips.  It takes a shorter time to get from the farm to where they sell their wares.  Local farmers are also cheaper and by supporting farmer’s markets, you are supporting your local community.

The first place that I went was to purchase fruit and veggies.  Two huge reusable Target bags full of produce came to less than $60.  Besides the regular stuff, (apples, oranges, etc.), they had fresh whole pineapples, kiwis, mangoes, and more.  With prices so low, I was able to afford to try something new.  Next, I went off to the meat counter where I picked up some smoked maple turkey bacon, which had to be the BEST turkey bacon I’ve ever had.  Across the aisle was the cheese counter where I picked up some goat cheese and cajun cream cheese with lobster and crabs.  I also grabbed some almond butter, whole flaxseed, chia seed, jasmine and saffron rice, big bags of pretzel crisps, freshly squeezed orange and pineapple juice, and dried strawberries.  I ate like a queen for weeks:  steamed salmon and asparagus, smoothies and fresh fruit and vegetable juices, and healthy snacks.  I have to say that I am forever a fan.

Do you go to farmer’s markets?  Where are they and what kind of interesting things did you find there?

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Uncomfortable… Written on 5/13/09

Smiley_triste_noI can feel it.  It’s creeping up my spine, through my stomach, up to my heart and head.  That feeling is back. It’s a feeling of discomfort.  I’m hungry to fulfill my destiny; to do what I was put here to do.  My purpose is not to sit at a desk doing menial administrative tasks.  Don’t get me wrong, I am more than thankful for my job.  I am thankful for the relationships that I have formed, skills that i have learned, and the financial needs that it has helped me fill.  Being thankful and knowing that you aren’t fulfilled is not mutually exclusive.  There comes a time, when the things that you hold on to for dear life are holding on to you, too; keeping you from getting to the next level.  This could be a job, a position within a job, a significant other, friends, or personal characteristics or flaws.

What would it take to say, “____________ has served it’s purpose in my life, but now it is time to release it and move on to something new“?  Are you ready to take the risk?  Are you ready to succeed and fail?  I ask that because there is a right way to do both.

At this point, I’m on my way to the ledge.  The project that I work on will be up soon.  When I first learned this, I was scared.  I wasn’t ready to lose my job.  I didn’t have enough money saved. I didn’t know my next step.  Didn’t know if I had enough to live on.  Just fearful.  It’s still there, to be honest, but I am working on it.  I prayed to keep the job for as long as I needed.  I talked to the powers that be about what they planned for me after the project was over.  I took on additional responsibilty in other departments to solidify the need to keep me.

I’ve been walking closer to the ledge, getting ready for the future, but I’m going back and forth since I am a thinker.  In that sense, I would like to get a part time job or do something that requires less of my time so that I can use it to work on and build my businesses.  In the meantime, I’ve been plotting, researching, and making plans.  It makes me feel better, because I’m working out the kinks.  I’m working with a friend on my expense list, so that I am 100% clear on what I need to maintain my modest and comfortable lifestyle.  It’s not as bad as I thought, so it took away some of my worries.

Why am I telling you all of this?  First, it is a part of getting to know me: transparency.  Also, I want you to understand that Big Divas struggle with things sometimes, too!  Sure, we are confident and positive, but we can make bad decisions and have issues that we need to work on, just like anyone else.  We are human and life happens.  It’s how you handle life that is the difference between a big girl and a Big Diva.  A big girl runs away from major decisions.  She doesn’t have faith in herself to do what she could and should do.  She lets her fear of failure stop her from living.  A big girl decides to remain comfortable, even when she is unhappy or not living up to her full potential.  This may not lead to anything bad, but it does lead to missed opportunites that can limit you in terms of happiness or fulfillment.  It’s unattainable if you sit it out.  A Big Diva assesses the situation and then acts on what she feels is the best option.  If she fails in the process, she acknowledges the failure, reassesses the situation, gets up, brushes herself off, and then tries again.

What are some opportunities that you’ve missed out on because of fear?  What have you done to make sure that that doesn’t happen again?

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I was in Paris at the Arc de Triomphe on a beautiful night in September years ago.  When I asked the security guards where to find the elevator, that was their response.  Apparently, they were making a joke, but I thought they were being serious.  Damn, I should have boned up on my French Humor 101!  I had done a ton of research before I left for the City of Light and read that visitors could take the elevator to the top.  I mean, 284 steps is a lot!  Just think, there are about 350 steps in the Statue of Liberty. 
 
So there I was acting as a tour guide to two ladies from Australia, whom I’d met at the Eiffel Tour, and I was told that the elevators weren’t for us.  We all looked at each other like, “Do we even want to bother?”  Nonsense!  This is Paris, not some place around the corner!  We had to go up there!  The youngest lady went first, then me, the second lady, and a handful of some other tourists.  The stairs were narrow and very windy, so if one person stopped, everyone else would have to wait.  I was so worried.  It was humid and I was the biggest one there.  I clearly wasn’t the most in shape person out of all of us, so I didn’t really want to go second, especially in front of several thin / in shape strangers.  Too late now, we were climbing.  We were going at a pretty decent pace.  Everyone seemed pretty confident, but it’s easy to feel that way when you first get started.  Then we all started going slower.  The group was no longer as tight together as before.  I made it my mission to stick as close as possible to the lady in front.  There was a good distance between us, but as long as she was moving, I was moving too.  The other Australian lady was a good distance from me, but she wasn’t my concern.  I refused to be the reason why we stopped.  I wasn’t giving in to any preconceived notions that any of them had about me.  God, my thighs felt like someone took a chainsaw to them! 
 
Eventually the lady in front took a small break.  Perfect timing!  Then we took another.  The people below us were pretty far down, so we weren’t holding them up.  Shortly after that last break, we made it to the… not quite the top?  There was a small museum with pictures and pamphlets around the site.  Where were the great views?  We noticed that there was another medium sized set of steps that lead outside to the very top of the Arc.  Someone had a cruel sense of humor.  After that hike, I never wanted to see another set of steps again, which was too bad, because I had to climb 2 flights of steps to get to my apartment, not to mention the steps I had to climb to reach street level from the Metro. 
 
The most important thing out of all of this was that I made it.  I had a preconceived notion as to how it would play out on those steps:  I would need to rest several times, I’d have an asthma attack, I’d hold up everyone else trying to make it to the top, etc.  My mind was racing with all of the most negative possible scenarios, but instead of giving up before I even started, I went through it and made it successfully.  I couldn’t have been more proud of myself.  I was so charged after that hike.  It didn’t hurt that the air was a little cooler and the sight was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen.  The Arc boasted one of the best views, especially with the city lit up and the Eiffel Tour sparkling in the midst.  We all walked around buzzing and taking loads of pictures.  We marvelled at the bustling headlights of the Champs-Elysees.  It was all worth the hike.  The night was perfect.
 
I didn’t let a major obstacle stop me from experiencing the best night that I had in Paris.  If I had let my mind stop me from ascending to the top, I would have missed out on beautiful views, a wonderful feeling of greatness, and meeting cool new people.  I pushed myself and proved that I could do it.  What about you?  What rewards have you experiences after a challenge?  How did that make you feel?
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Arc de Triomphe at Night

Arc de Triomphe at Night

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Be Grateful

Redwood_sunlightIt’s a new month in a new season, so now is as good a time as any to get right.  I was listening to a podcast interview on I-Tunes with Lisa Nichols, (most recognized by her appearance on The Secret), and one of the things that she said was how important it is to be grateful.  Lisa starts every day in gratitude, saying out loud all of the things for which she is grateful.  I’ve listened to at least a hundred podcast interviews with Lisa, John Assaraf, Jim Rohn, Oprah Winfrey, Les Brown, Jack Canfield, Rev. Michael Beckwith, Earl Nightingale, Joe Vitale, and many others.  I’ve heard all of them say in one way or another how important it is to be grateful and how being grateful has made a difference in their lives.  Oprah has even talked about her gratitude journal which she writes in on a regular basis.  They’ve even said that gratitude for the bad things brings more good things into your life.
 
Now when I first heard this I thought, “Yeah ok.  I can understand being grateful for the good things, but the bad too?!  Umm, no.  And then to say it out loud? Every day?  That makes sense how?”  Then I recalled the list of people who do this.  Every last one of them has a level of success that I hope to achieve someday.  Being grateful is clearly working for them, so why can’t I do that?  I say thank you to strangers for some random things like holding the door, handing me a pen, telling me the time, etc., so saying thank you out loud for things that have made a real impact on my life isn’t so far fetched after all.
 
Over the summer, I’ve made it a habit every morning to be grateful.  I typically do it on my walk to the train station.  And yes, I say out loud how grateful I am for going to my job when I’d rather be a home or how grateful I am for a rainy day, when we’d all prefer it to be sunny.  I can honestly say that I’ve noticed a change.  Others have noticed too.  I smile even more now.  I don’t know how many times strangers have commented on my positive aura or positive energy and that of course makes me feel good.  I search for the silver lining in everything.  Even the bad stuff isn’t that bad.  It’s practically nonexistent.  When I’m down, it seems that the universe works hard to make sure that I don’t feel that way for long.  It is the weirdest thing!  Things will just happen that make me smile. 
 
Being grateful gets easier everyday, because there is so much to be grateful for.  Even if you have a types of bad stuff going down around you, you woke up today and today is a new opportunity for good things to come into your life.  You have shelter, clothes, food, etc.  Those are the bare minimum things to be grateful for, but I’m sure you can find more.  Give it a go!  What do you have to lose?  What are some things that you’re grateful for today?

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“Ms. Pillowz sounds like a pornstar.”

This is what I’ve heard, but “pornstar” couldn’t be farther from the truth.  Sure “The Kids” are pretty big and some may apply the name to that, but that isn’t why I chose it.  Earlier this year, I volunteered to be a mentor to a young girl whose parent or parents were in jail.  One of the questions during the interview process was, “What inanimate object would you say describes how you view yourself in this mentoring relationship?”  When it was my turn to answer, I said, “A pillow.  A pillow supports you, helps you get comfortable, comforts you in your time of need, and helps you to relax.  It’s there however you need it to be.  I can be molded to suit any purpose.” 
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I apply that meaning here for all of you.  I’m not an expert.  I am on a journey just like all of you.  I hope that what I do helps you in some way, whether it provides comfort, support, or encouragement.  That is my purpose.  Your comments, stories, and other feedback are helpful to me too.  Pillows need to be fluffed!  lol  Ok, that sounds a little perverse, but you get my drift.  I’m all about positivity and growth from wherever it comes. 

 

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I’m Ready to Die

The other night I had this dream.  I was in an old car riding in the passenger seat while someone drove me to my job.  I had an eery feeling about it.  We were driving through the the empty streets of Philadelphia.  It was a late night, yet it was still warm out and clear.  I was having this conversation with the driver.  I felt a bit sad and a little nervous.  The driver listened silently as I rambled on about how I thought something bad was going to happen to me.  I thought that someone was after me.  The driver dropped me off at the pizza shop where I worked.  My coworkers for the most part were very warm and friendly.  I had a good feeling towards them, but there was one guy that stood out.  He made me feel uncomfortable.  He was just giving off these strange vibes.  He was clearly out of place.  Everyone else felt like family, but him.  He looked angry.  He was outside taking out the trash.

All of a sudden, I was in front of this big picturesque white house with a driveway and flowers along the walkway to the front door.  Once in the house, I couldn’t help but notice this huge foyer.  There was a table in the middle with this beautiful floral arrangement.  The floors were wood and the staircase was so grand.  I remember how the wood flooring looked really nice, especially on the staircase.  I am in a room just off from the foyer talking to a few people.  I said to them that I knew that I was going to die.  It sounds weird, but I was a bit relieved.  I might have even shed a tear or two, but I wasn’t sad at all.  The group was a bit upset, though.  It wasn’t like I was looking forward to it or anything, but there was this overall feeling of letting go and accepting my fate.

A party was going on in the foyer, which seems to have gotten even bigger.  There were college kids everywhere laughing, dancing, drinking, and having a good time.  I saw a group of older guys standing together across the room from where I was standing.  They were out of place from the partygoers and were looking around as if searching for someone.  They didn’t see me, because there was a sea of people between us.  A Prince song came on and the kids go wild.  The party went from an 8 to a 12 in terms of energy.  Then Prince descended the massive staircase while playing one of those small Hawaiian guitars.  As weird as it was, Prince was killing it and everybody absolutely loved it!  He was intense and passionate and gave an unbelievable performance.  (If you’ve never seen a Prince show, please go.  It is the best show that I’ve ever seen.)  I let the music wash over me as a stood still in the crowd of people dancing all around me, then I walked slowly towards the group of guys.  I knew that they were there to take my life, but I went over to them willingly.  Then I woke up.

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One thing to know about me is that I am pretty good at deciphering dreams.  I’m surprised that someone hasn’t paid me to be the entertainment at a party.  The better I know you, the better the interpretation.  Deciphering my own dreams, sometimes, is not as easy though.  Isn’t that how it is usually?  Good at doing things for others, but not so much yourself.  *sigh* I digress…  Most of you probably think that that was a nightmare, but it actually was a good dream.  Death doesn’t normally mean physical death as we know it, but it represents a big change or death of a situation or some other aspect of life.  Currently, I am going through some things.  I’ve been working on myself and my future goals for a while now.  I haven’t moved out on many of them for certain reasons, mainly fear.  I know that my goals represent my passion and purpose, but I just can’t seem to bring myself to take that leap and make it happen just yet.  My dream is basically about me letting go and doing just that.  I’ll break down some key components:

  • The pizza shop – represents my current job.  I do administrative work full time, so you can gather how repetitive and mundane it can be.  The same with a pizza shop – pies in and pies out.  Can be a cool place to work, especially if you get along with your coworkers, which I do, but growth can be rather slow or nonexistent.
  • Creepy guy at the pizza shop – a personification for some of my feelings about the job: bored, anger, unhappiness.  I work for a small company.  It really does feel like a family, but sometimes, I just don’t feel like I belong there.
  • The white house – this could represent a few things: peace, solace, perfection, Heaven, something that I want for myself.  It had a good feeling about it.
  • The party – it as representative of my personality: party over here.  lol I’d like to think that I’m a fun person, so this can represent my fun side, the side that is rather carefree.
  • Prince and the little Hawaiian guitar – Prince is a creative musical genius.  I’m not going to argue about it.  It is FACT!  lol  He represents my creativity or my artform.  He is using something so unsuspecting and left field to entertain the crowd and it is working.  I have these ideas about what I want to do.  I want to touch on things that people are familiar with, but I also want to delve into unconventional topics and give people the opportunity to try something new that might help them.  This is saying to me that if I use the tools that I have, no matter how off they may seem, they could actually reach a lot of people and positively affect them.
  • The group of suits – They clearly don’t belong at the party.  They are serious, older, dressed differently than everyone else.  They are darkness compared to the energy and light emanating from the rest of the group.  They can represent my more serious side.
  • The walk towards the group – represents my journey, my leap of faith.  It can represent the switch from the playful fun side to the more business-like me or it can simply be my journey through life.  Even though there were so many people (potential distractions) between myself and the group of suits, once I made the decision to go over, nothing else existed.  There were no distractions, no dancing kids, no guitar solos, no house, nothing.  I’m walked and waded untouched through everyone towards that leap.

I can’t tell you how grateful I am for such a message to come to me in dream and comfort me.  I have been wrestling with taking this step for so long now.  Now I know for sure that everything will be okay.  I’m ready to die now.  Everything that I have ever been through, everyone that I’ve known, all of the good and bad that I’ve seen has lead me here to this point.  Affected yet undeterred, I walk towards the end as I know it or, better yet, the beginning!  I’m ready to die now.  I’m ready to take that leap of faith and fulfill my destiny. 

Welcome to BDHq…  There is so much more to come!  :-)

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