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Spring Forward

What do you do when life throws a “sucker punch” that knocks the wind out of you?
You smack the “living taste” out of adversity!

You recalibrate.
You refocus.
You realign.
You recharge.
You renew.
You refill.

My “default settings” tend to process difficulties as hardships, rather than growth opportunities.

“Challenges” come with discomfort, require discipline, and take lots of dedication.

I hit.
I miss.
But I never stop “swinging.”

Life isn’t foolproof; you know?

You will NEVER be able to insulate yourself from the risks of potential mistakes. 

So you might as well— dig your heels in the sand, stand in your truth, and prepare to knock “it” out the park!

My grandson defeated the odds stacked against him. Recently, He fell behind academically but bounced back like a beast in a short length of time and got three awards to prove it!

He broke through barriers.

He overcame obstacles.

He conquered like a champion.

Because of him, I feel like stepping out on blind faith.

I feel like “tossing the tables” of doubt that park in the corner blindspots.

I feel like “evicting the fear” that sneaks under the covers and tries to suffocate my dreams.

I feel like “drop kicking the devil” in the groin of false imprisonment.

I feel like “dancing on the marble countertops” of new possibilities.

In a few weeks, we will adjust our clocks to reflect the reality of Daylight Savings Time.

Why wait to let your “heart” reflect the “hands” of change?

Get your mojo back.                                            
Celebrating my grandson's accomplishments.

Take the leap.

Spring forward.





















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