When your Now Outweighs your Later

When having it Now outweighs the discipline of waiting until Later, we allow the pains of anxiety to consume our rational mindset, delivering us into a valley of emotions. Emotions are defined as “a natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one’s circumstances, mood, or relationships with others.” Our natural instinctive response to life’s situations are accompanied by two types of emotions. The first, primary  emotions (fear, sadness, anger, happiness). They are immediate, without conscious thought, instinctive responses.  The human mind and body transitions within a matter of moments from primary to secondary emotions. In between the departing of one (primary) and the arrival at the other (secondary), there exists a bit of confusion. The mind questions the heart, “what did we do? Was it the right thing to do? This begins the procession of secondary emotions. With it comes a more in-depth thought process.

Examples of secondary emotions;

  • When the fear of a threat turns to anger and the body resorts to the fight or flight mode

  • When news of a wartime victory may start with feelings of joy, but then enters sadness for the loss of life

So you may ask, what is the purpose of our emotions? They serve to help you survive, to thrive, it also motivates you to take action, while affecting the decisions you make. Emotions allow you to not only understand others but to understand yourself as well. Although it is easy to make decisions based on how you feel― be very careful not to allow the anxieties of Now, to outweigh the discipline of waiting until Later.  If you haven’t already, be sure to order my book titled, “The Art of Transitions, Mastering the Highs & Lows of Every Girls’ Emotions”, written with the female psyche in mind.

The Four Agreements


As we progress through this times journey and gift of life, there are many things to be learned, expressed and experienced upon the way. It is only when we cease to learn, express and experience, that we end up becoming stagnant. A stagnant force becomes separate from its source and in turn ceases to grow.   

I found “The Four Agreements” by Don M. Ruiz to be quite the motivation to keep pressing toward our very best. The best that will lead of toward passion and on to the conquering of purpose. It is without a doubt that we each have a purpose and with that purpose comes a mighty plan that connects us to the greater good.

As you take some time to recite each agreement, meditate upon them and make them apart of your daily source for living. In each you will find a wealth of wisdom materialized as practical steps for daily living.  



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Ebb and Flow of Life

Huddled deep on the coast of the sea islands, we are surrounded by beautiful bodies of water here in Beaufort, SC. On a day like today I stopped to admire nature’s beauty, its systematic synchrony and perfect rendition of colorful harmony. First to grab my attention, the true blue of the body of water that surrounds us, and the peaceful ebb and flow of its very existence.

Upon the motions of the current, the rhythmical pattern of coming and going, the decline and regrowth, are etched captions of similar lessons in lifeWhether in relationships, business, finances, sports, there must be an ebb and a flow, release in order to receive, a reciprocation that must remain in order for continuum – movement to take place.

I am reminded during this time, that to everything there is a season, to everything there is a flow, a purpose, a definition, a divine appointment in the vast circulation of time. That within all of life and all of nature, there are many examples of lessons taught and lessons to be learned if, we would just take time between the ebb and the flow of our daily grind to consciously acknowledge them.

In that space of time or mindful moment be sure to include prayer or words of empowerment. I chose the following words during my time of reflection: Asah (pronounced aw-saw) – when opportunities come to light and prayers are answered, descend upon me, let your looking eye and seeing heart be my guide. Let a time of peace be my portion daily, so that what you had set according to divine connectedness and original intent, will be my portion.  Se-lah

The Great Enemy of Creativity

A Lesson in the Subconcsious Mind and  how to experience true Breakthrough……

Author: Bryan Tracy

All of your habits of thinking and acting is stored in your subconscious mind. It has memorized all your comfort zones and it works to keep you in them.

Your subconscious mind causes you to feel emotionally and physically uncomfortable whenever you attempt to do anything new or different, or to change any of your established patterns of behavior.

You can feel your subconscious pulling you back toward your comfort zone each time you try something new. Even thinking about doing something different from what you’re accustomed to will make you feel tense and uneasy.

Superior men and women are always stretching themselves, pushing themselves out of their comfort zones. They are very aware how quickly the comfort zone, in any area, becomes a rut. They know that complacency is the great enemy of creativity and future possibilities.

For you to grow, to get out of your comfort zone, you have to be willing to feel awkward and uncomfortable doing new things the first few times. #trynewthings #breakfreefromtheold #shiftingyourparadigm  #LEAP #LifeLessons #loveknowledge

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Anxiety Ann

Occasionally when Ann transitioned through life she has encountered a bout with anxiety. Not knowing how to deal with it, left Ann defeated every time. Her period of transition would leave her feeling exasperated, depressed and sometimes suicidal. Until one day her encounter with a co-worker who had experienced the same symptoms helped to set her free. Free indeed it was for Ann, she felt as if the hands that tightened around her throat at the first sign of change, finally loosen. Anxiety was her body’s natural response to danger, an automatic alarm that went off when she realized that certain occurrences were outside of her range of understanding and control. Ann felt like she was losing her grip on life and all that was familiar to her, so she fought change at work, at home, in relationships and sometimes even in and of her own necessary character flaws.

frontcoverpreview-doCharles Spurgeon said, “Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength”. Imagine fighting against yourself…or within yourself, mindboggling to say the least. This is what Ann was experiencing. Not having enough information to dictate, control or to anticipate her outcome led to Ann’s anxiety.

Read more about Ann and 11 other women whoMastered the Art of their Emotions” in order to transition successfully. Your shift in thought, mindset, and lifestyle awaits…….  ~Janie

Happy New Year

Today I’m reflecting on my personal & business relationships, and how we inadvertently 2017impact each other in the capacities for which we  (you & I) interact.  I am constantly reminded that just by living my daily life, even the simplest conversation or thoughtless action may make a lasting impression on someone else. I have chosen to be conscious of this in everything I do. Therefore; I have chosen to begin this new calendar year sowing in thoughtful and caring expressions of energy towards you.

Happy New Year my Friend. May Love and Peace surround you in abundance

Janie

For The Man Who Hated Christmas

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years or so. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas–oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it–overspending… the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma—the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears.

It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.” Mike loved kids – all kids – and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years.

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition–one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn’t end there.

You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing to take down the envelope.

Mike’s spirit, like the Christmas – Spirit will always be with us.

Shared by: Nancy W. Gavin


Following suit and on behalf of my family,  I have sown into to a charity of my choice this Christmas season….Our white envelope is seen in the photo above….. follow suit, give to a cause beyond your own. ~janie happy-holidays-11347078

This true story was originally published in the December 14, 1982 issue of Woman’s Day magazine. It was the first place winner out of thousands of entries in the magazine’s “My Most Moving Holiday Tradition” contest in which readers were asked to share their favorite holiday tradition and the story behind it. The story inspired a family from Atlanta, Georgia to start The White Envelope Project and Giving 101, a non profit organization dedicated to educating youth about the importance of giving.