Lessons Coated in Laughter (and Sugar) (and Tears)

Birthdays.  Some love them, some hate them.  I like to use my birthday as an excuse to get the girls together, and that’s just what we did.   Sadly though, this beautiful birthday celebration night left me filled with remorse.

Birthdays have a way of bringing things to the surface that have been detectable previous. The blunt force of a Birthday, another year gone by, causes us to focus in, open our hearts, and truly see them.

I had the joy of celebrating my 37th birthday with an evening of tasty eats, but even more importantly, with a room full of amazing women.  We laughed, got to know one another (better), and told stories new and old.  At the end of the evening, as the cake was being served (my first cake ever with lime green dumbbells on it 💚💪), each gal at the table took a turn sharing how we met, a favorite memory they have with me, and their hopes for me in the year ahead.  This was a part of the evening I will not forget.  Even if I don’t remember the exact words spoken, I will remember how full my heart felt & how much love my spirit was receiving. (My body wasn’t complaining about the cake either.  😜)  

As the last friends shared and the rustling of jackets began, the paying of bills, and sweet hugs goodbye, I started to feel sad inside.  Not because I wanted to keep on partying that very night (I did have to wake up early to train a client so staying up late wasn’t my goal.). But had I realized, in a few short hours, and with a little time spent planning, I was blessed, really blessed, by the time spent socializing.  

Socializing had become an unwelcome thing in my book.   I was on mission to do other things and relate with people in other ways, and I didn’t place a priority on socializing.  It felt boring to me.  Unnecessary.   Sorry, don’t have time.  It was on this evening I not only realized I need to get back to being more social, but I grieved time lost.  My heart felt heavy, eyes weepy as I got into my car, loaded with gifts, flowers, and cake.  I gave thanks my friends hadn’t given up on me.  

Deciding to give your life to a cause, making yourself available to others, does look different for everyone and I think we can go through seasons.  Perhaps I was meant to be less social this past year so I could pour into the mentor-type roles I had, my small group relationships, among other relationships I’ve been called to develop recently?  Maybe so.  Yet still, my birthday dinner night showed me it doesn’t have to be all or none.  Time “just for fun” is not a waste.    And I need it.  

In contrast to the sad tears shed as I headed home from the festivities, full of gratitude for each and every women and their acts of kindness, the following day brought a different realization.  

As I opened all of my gifts and cards the very next day, I was thankful, excited, smiling, sending thank you text messages, and hit in the head with the remembrance of this time last year.   The day after my 36th bday.  Opening gifts.   Make that NOT opening gifts.  I let a table full of beautiful gifts sit and sit and sit for almost a full week before I opened them because they overwhelmed me.  I didn’t feel I deserved them.   I knew once I opened them I’d have thank you’s to write.  Truly, the bottom line is, I wasn’t ready to receive the love these women were showing me.  I felt it.  I felt guilt where they meant for me to feel joy, pain where pleasure was supposed to reside.   

I ended my 35th year praying for my heart to be able to receive healthy love.  I’m excited to say I have grown in that area and even started opening my gifts the moment people gave them to me, when appropriate.  And now I end my 36th year praying for wisdom to know when I need to let go of the agenda, let my hair down, and for have some fun with friends!  (I’d say I’m off to a good start since I spent the afternoon yesterday hiking sand dunes and walking the beach with a group of girlfriends.  And was it ever glorious! 

   Life is a journey.    Present over perfect.    Learn along the way.    B Present 

The Hard (Heart) Work of Cleaning Closets

This message has been on my heart for some time.  Truthfully, I’ve been putting off typing it out because, well, this won’t be easy to write.  But I know I’m supposed to share this part of my story since the nudge to do so will not go away.  I’m believing there must be at least one other soul out there who will be grateful for these words.  Here goes…

Not quite one year ago, I was overcome with an aching desire to clean out my closets.  Aching + Desire + Clean = Yup.  Crazy, I know.  And, yes, I said closets, as in plural.  And I don’t mean clean them as in dust off exposed hardware and shelves and refold any out-of-place sweaters.  I wasn’t looking to simply tidy the place up, my type A personality already had everything in its place, or so I thought.  I needed to clean OUT my closets.  As in get rid.  Be done with.  Things.  Weight.  Weighing me down.  If you are wondering how a few full closets can possibly weigh a person down, you are on the same wavelength I was at the time.  I wasn’t so sure how this closet cleaning was going to make me feel lighter, nonetheless, I was being called to do it.
Of the three special rooms designed to house one’s personal belongings that I had filled to the brim with my carefully purchased items along the years, where to start?  Wait until tomorrow.  Wait until next week.  Wait until…what am I waiting for?!  Why do I keep putting this off?!
You know why.  It overwhelms you.  The sheer volume of things you’ve stuffed inside these spaces is enough to cause a panic attack.  Why do you have SO MANY clothes/purses/shoes?  Why haven’t you been getting rid of items little by little all along?  Wait, stop, no need to condemn yourself.  Instead, acknowledge the beauty, the sadness, and deliverance of this aspect of your closet…
Remember the days when your worth came from what you owned?  When shopping = success = feel good = I matter = a circular trap that was never fulfilled and always left you needing the next new thing?  The lie you believed that each new on-trend outfit would somehow make you like yourself more.  As you look around your closet and think of all the dashed dreams…the dress to garner attention, the pants to make you look thin…did they ever really keep their promises?
But now, instead of being mad at my old self for believing those lies, for money wasted, for time spent frivolously, I can be thankful for growth.  The change in mindset I have, the heart work I’ve done that tells me my worth is not in my clothes, my closet, my designer label or the fullness of my closet.  Don’t get me wrong.  I still like nice things and I don’t walk around naked (you’re welcome).  Now I buy clothes simply because I like them, I need them, or someone bought me a gift card and it’s a treat for me to pick out a little something special.  Shopping no longer involves the heavy, exhaustive thoughts of what will he say/she say?  How will I compare to Suzie and Vogue magazine?
Phew.  All of this, behind door #1.  Tough stuff.  Heavy to wade through.  Yet refreshing to see I am not the person I once was.  I can change.  People can change.  You can change.  We can choose change.  IMG_9149
On to door #2…
My “teacher clothes.”  After teaching young children for 10 years, I accumulated a sea of clothes that were (mostly) suited for chasing after kids on the muddy playground, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor for circle time, and comfortable enough to wear for 10-12 hours straight.  Mind you, these were not adorned with school bus and eraser appliques, but in going back through my closet, they just weren’t “my style” anymore.  I am now in a season of life where I can wear whatever I want to wear. My days spent out of fitness clothes are far and few between as it is so why should I wiggle into clothes that bring me no joy to wear?
So get rid of them.  Simple.  Done.  Not.  So.  Fast.  Why not?  These are not clothes you enjoy wearing.  What is holding you back?  Cue the tears.  Seriously?!  You are crying over clothes.  Yes.  Wait, no.  Not the clothes.  The memories.  The kids whose sweaty hugs you gladly accepted.  Snot on pants from the crying child who needed consoling.  (Before you get too grossed out, these clothes are clean, just the memories of snot remain.)  Marker stains from the child who was too enthralled with life to pay attention to where a wet marker tip was going.  These clothes held identity.  My identity.  I was a teacher.  Teacher Tammy.  I knew that role.  And getting rid of these clothes, this piece of me, signified at a deeper level there was no going back.  Permanence.  But aren’t you glad you left?  It’s been four years now.  Don’t you think it is safe to say that if you ever did decide to go back to being a classroom teacher, you may want some new styles of clothing anyway?!  Why is closure so hard?
I’m thankful we don’t have to live by our feelings.  By our own misbeliefs.  In bringing our thoughts and feelings to the surface, we can see the fault in them, push past, and step forward into our best yes.  I desire to de-clutter and get these clothes into the hands of someone who can use them versus collecting dust in my closet.  Bye, bye, teacher clothes.  (And I still consider myself to be a teacher, my wardrobe just involves a lot more spandex.)
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And now, for the grand finale, door #3…
Perhaps the most challenging to face of all…for it’s behind door #3 that some of my deepest hurts reside.  Ugly.  Scarred.  Shamed.  Never enough.  Always too much.  ED.
If you’re not familiar with ED, consider yourself spared from a darkness that can suck every ounce of life right out of you.  It can destroy relationships, steal joy, and lie to you time and time again.  I know you have your struggles to face, we all do, and ED just happens to be one of mine.  ED stands for Eating Disorder, Disordered Eating, as in food.  The primary thing that sustains us and gives us energy, brain function, keeps us living, moving, and breathing.  Yes, that thing which supports life at a physical level, you are going to be afraid of it.  Run from it.  Avoid it.  Hide it.  Under utilize it.  Now swing to the other side and over use it.  Abuse it.  Crave it.  Hate it.  Curse it.  Cry.  Hide.  Anger.  Fear.  Help!
What is going on?  All I did was open a closet door.  Yes, but housed within this last and final closet are all of your clothes from your thinnest days.  The smallest size the stores had to offer, some even children’s clothing.  Interesting how the items from your largest weight-bearing days are already long gone.  You couldn’t wait to be rid of those.  But why hold onto these XXS sizes?  Perhaps a glimmer of hope that you’ll one day fit into them again?  But didn’t you already do the years of heart work and counseling and growing in your faith that led you to be in the healthier place you are now?  Didn’t you decide that enjoying life, overcoming food and body image related anxiety, and not being afraid of mealtime was better than squeezing into a 00 pant?  Yes.  Let me remind you, you did.
But these clothes were so expensive.  All designer labels.  I knew they’d bring me happiness.  I mean, designer AND 00?!  What more is there to the life I’ve read about in fitness and fashion magazines, seen in the movies, heard talked about at the gym?  “Summer Shoulders” check.  “Beach Body” check.  What, you mean they didn’t tell you that in order to achieve all of this, you’d have to run 20+ miles a day?  Eat only fruits and vegetables?  Go to the doctor every month to get a new symptom looked at for fear or having polyps, no IBS, now it’s heart arrhythmia, hello anxiety, severe headaches, jaw clenching…Did they tell you you would be so ravenous and your mind racing that you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night?  And the mood swings – watch out!  No one mentioned that maintaining a 00 may cause extreme foul mood syndrome and scare away your friends and family leaving you all to yourself on Friday nights to look over your journal of what you’ve eaten that week.  Weigh yourself once more after that last sip of water to see if you gained anything since the previous hour.  And the truth is, your friends and family always still invited you, you were just to worried and uptight to attend.  ED stole the show.  He lied to you.  You believed him.  And now, look, you can get rid of these clothes, these reminders of ED, once and for all.
Hmmm…the journey to let go of “perceived control”…One of ED’s biggest lies is that you are in control when you are controlling what you eat so tightly, yet the irony is ED in fact has complete control over you.  As I get real with myself about the items in this closet, I am realizing these clothes represent a time in life where I ran from the present moment.  I couldn’t stand being still, being real, or facing the guilt and shame I had for myself.  I didn’t know that my worth went far deeper and wide-reaching than my pant size, academic achievements, and the like.
Now, I not only believe that I am more than my waist measurement, the food I do or don’t eat, my job, or what kind of car I drive, but I know deep in my heart that every person, EVERY single one of us is created on purpose, for a purpose.  And the biggest lies we can fall into are the ones that keep us focused on US.  Hey, I love to learn and grow, I’m all for personal and professional development, conferences, reading, etc.  But there’s a way of hiding behind all of that to avoid real relationships, and there’s a way to use those things as a tool to be able to impact more lives for the better.
Our time on earth is short.  Our days are numbered.  The only moment we are guaranteed is now.  I don’t think it’s by accident my anxiety cleared, my disordered eating dissipated, my depression lifted the more I believed the I was made on purpose, for a purpose, and I believed in my heart that I did have something to offer this world.
I am nothing special, and yet I aim to change the world.  Because world changers are simply average people who step up to bat.  Who say, “Put me in, coach.”  Use me.
PS-I did end up cleaning out all 3 closets, but I didn’t feel light and airy afterwards like I thought I might.  Instead, I still saw TONS of clothes that will likely sit in my closet untouched for another year to come, if I let them.  Not because they me feel powerful, complete, or thin.  It wasn’t until after I cleaned out all those other skeletons I was left to face my current impending fear…evidently, I have some beliefs of LACK in my life.  Fear if I get rid of too many clothes I’ll be lacking the perfect outfit when I need.  (Did I tell you I wear fitness clothes 98% of the time already?!)  Fear one day I may not have the resources to buy a new outfit when I need to.  So, I bring myself to the acronym I love for fear:
False
Evidence
Appearing
Real
Looks like I’ll be cleaning the closet once more.  At least for now… 

The Power of Perseverance-take 2

I titled this with “take 2” because I already attempted to write this post once.  In fact, I was completely finished with it when the “reload page” button was accidentally pressed and the entire post was lost in cyberspace.  In the light of it B’ing about Perseverance, I decided it better to write it again.  ;-)

I saw it weeks ago, but I still can’t get the image out of my head.

I’m in awe.  I’m inspired.  I’m moved to tears.

I wonder what I would have done in the same situation.  I can’t even begin to imagine.

Two weeks ago I had the privilege of traveling to NYC with a dear friend.  We both agreed visiting the 911 Memorial Museum was a must.  Our 1st full day in the city, there we were; traversing through the remains of the Twin Towers.  Silent amidst the rubble.  Soaking in the stories of those who lost their lives that grim day and those who survived.

There was one artifact in particular that I likely would have passed on by, had it not been for our thorough tour guide.  (If you’re planning a trip to the 911 Memorial, tour guide is a must!)  In a small container, protected from dust and harsh lightning, was an unassuming small piece of metal, slightly mangled on the ends, that I wouldn’t have blinked an eye at.

THE SQUEEGEE

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The story of the squeegee is one of bravery, valor, determination, faith, hope, and perseverance.  And so it goes…

It was the morning of 9/11/2001.  The North Tower had been struck by an airplane and those inside were in a frenzy.  A window cleaner, along with 4 other frantic WTC employees scurried into a nearby elevator hopeful to escape.  The power went out on their descent.  The elevator stopped.

I cannot fathom the thoughts they were having.  The feelings.  The fears.

It wasn’t long before the window cleaner used his willpower and squeegee to pry open the elevator doors.  They found a wall staring back at them.  Stopped in between floors, power out, serious danger…and the window cleaner began beating the wall with his squeegee.  It didn’t take long for the squeegee to break and pieces of it to fall down the elevator shaft.  He kept on smashing into the wall with what remained of the squeegee.  Still yet, more of the squeegee broke off and fell out of sight.  Using what little remained of the squeegee, a small piece of metal, no larger than the palm of one’s hand,  the man eventually created a hole in the wall large enough for a body to squeeze through.

One by one they spilled out into a men’s restroom.  An exterior window was spotted and from there they made their escape.  It wasn’t long after, the entire tower collapsed.

 

WOW.  Just WOW.  I need to sit with that awhile.

 

To B in that position.  To have your life and the lives of others depend on your ability to think fast and not give up.  To have the faith to believe there was a chance at getting out.

Many of us will never B in this same position.  I sure hope not.  But we WILL B in the position of making decisions everyday.  Will we B frozen by fear?  Stopped by doubt?  Paralyzed by comparison?

Truth is, burning building or not, we all get 1 life to live.  And every day is a gift.  One that we ought not take for granted.  Perhaps if we were stuck in the elevator of a burning building, we would act NOW.  But we’re not, and so often we act not now but WHEN…WHEN the kids are grown…WHEN I’m done with school…WHEN I lose 10 pounds…

Not to B morbid, but what if those days WHEN never come?  Will we B happy with how we’ve lived our TODAY?

Let’s treat each day like the gift it is and B PRESENT in our lives.  In our relationships.  Our careers.  Our health.  Our hobbies.  Let’s not live an “I’d rather B…” life, but rather have the PERSEVERANCE it takes to escape from “going through the motions” to leading a life we love.

One. Step. At. A. Time.  And when our squeegee handle breaks…

Keep going.

 

 

What are you SEEKing for?

I haven’t been able to get this verse out of my head, but in particular the charge it gives me to SEEK…”Keep on asking and it will B given you; keep on SEEKING and you will find; keep on knocking [reverently] and [the door] will B opened to you.” Matthew 7:7

The part that sticks with me is that often we, myself included, want to say, “I asked God, but I didn’t hear from Him.” Therefore insinuating that He must not care or He isn’t real. <Enter doubt>

But did we really SEEK HIM? To seek is to search for, desire, require, demand.

When I misplace my CELL PHONE, do I look for it once and then call it a day? NO WAY!!! I look in ALL the normal places 1st. If it’s not there, then I start to freak out!! And I really start to SEEK my phone in every nook and cranny!! I don’t stop until I find it!!! I will even get other people involved in helping me with the SEEKING!!

That’s how I want to B with God! Learning more each day His truths. His word. His desires for me. I want to SEEK HIM like I seek my piece of metal and glass cellular device.

Who’s with me?

I know from experience that ALL THINGS are better with Him. True PEACE, JOY, & LOVE stem from Him. I think we could all use some of that.images

WHY B PRESENT STUDIO?

“Remember your WHY. Why are you here today?”

Listen in on a typical barre class at B Present Studio. You’ll hear the pulsating beat of the music, and the huffing and puffing of your mat neighbors between sets of planks and pushups. Maybe you’ll hear some grumbling or choice words aimed at the instructor as she cheerfully chirps “Pulse, pulse, pulse!” and “Last eight!” (this is almost always a lie).

But listen harder and you’ll pick up on what sets B Present apart and makes it a truly special place: a steady hum of phrases like this, inspiring us to push farther than we thought we could go.

Why are you here today?

It’s a good question. Why bother with exercise? There are only so many hours in the day, and there are plenty of other things that you could do with that time.

For most of us, the motivation at least begins with some sort of physical, appearance-centric goal. Who doesn’t want to look great in their wedding dress, in a bikini, or in a pair of shorts? It’s not that these aren’t worthwhile goals. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a cute butt! But our physical aesthetic makes up just a tiny piece in the big, beautiful mosaic of who we are and what gives our lives meaning. Can we build our entire mindset upon that, and draw all of our motivation from that one tiny piece?

When we do that, our mental approach to exercise starts to look a little like a Jenga tower balancing precariously on a single block. It becomes harder and harder as time goes by to balance more blocks on top of that wobbly foundation. And then—a setback. A piece of cheesecake, perhaps. This isn’t part of the plan!, you scold yourself. Now everything is ruined! My thighs are now cheesecake and my butt is cheesecake and EVERYTHING IS CHEESECAKE. ALLLLL IS LOOOOSSSSSTTTTTT. Down goes the Jenga tower.

This is where the real magic of B Present happens. When you walk in already feeling like you’ve failed, and doubting whether this is worth the effort, there’s that question again.

Why are you here today?

You are here because you are more than your butt.

You are here because how this makes your body feel is more important than how it makes your body look.

You are here because today you held that plank for ten seconds longer than you did yesterday, and that makes you feel strong and powerful.

You are here because bless their little hearts, you need to get away from your kids for an hour—and you’re a better mother for the rest of the day because of it.

You are here because whether you know it or not, you are inspiring someone else right now.

You are here because this makes you a better employee, a better spouse, a better friend, and a nicer person.

You are here because even though you aren’t perfect, you’re worth this.

Each of your whys is another block in your foundation, and will steady you when you start to wobble. So why B Present Studio? Because, quite simply, they care about all of your whys—and all of the whys you have yet to discover.

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~Written by Guest Blogger (Wife, Momma, & Barre Beauty) Carly Squadroni

Didn’t see that coming…

When I heard there were beautiful hikes just miles from my hotel, I knew those trails would B a part of my stay here in La Jolla. Eager to have time in nature (this Indiana girl doesn’t get out much in winter), I intended for this part of my professional development trip to B used for dreaming and vision casting for my fitness business, B Present Studio.

My “logical mind” actually tried to guilt me out of going.  “Shouldn’t you B doing something else more “productive” to help your business?!?  Like staying in your room and working on that email you’ve been meaning to send out for weeks now!?  Or working on your website, you’ve been wanting to for months?!”  I even checked in with my husband to get his perspective, to which he replied:  TAKE A HIKE!  (note: Husband, that is the ONLY good time to use that line with me ;-) )

WOW!  I had no idea what I was in for…

The 1st 3 days of my trip were very go-go-go.  Lots of study…exercise methodology, teaching technique, business marketing, customer service, ambiance, the list goes on…

But on this day, where I was on the verge of “shoulding myself” out of enjoying the Cali scenery, the heart and soul of my being came to light.

You see, the making of B Present Studio started with PASSION.  A passion to help other women B encouraged, to feel great, to gain confidence, to B fit, firm, and fabulous.  It started with me leading 1 class/week, which quickly grew to 2, to 8, to 10 classes/week.  Kids classes, boy meets barre…it was clear there was a need and desire in our community for B Present, and we were definitely eager to fill it!!  As the business grew, so did the responsibilities.  I do love wearing hats, and a variety of styles is fun, but to wear 15 hats in a matter of one day can B a little daunting after awhile!  (alas, another goal of my trip-to brainstorm how/who to help take some things off my plate so I can focus on what I’m most gifted at)

Enter Torrey Pines State Park:  Parking is literally right on the coastline, waves crashing-I’m already thinking this is one of THE coolest parks I’ve ever been to!  Starting with a nice steep hike up to the trailhead of choice, panoramic ocean views-I’m in heaven.  On my way up to the top, I started thinking about the many homeless people I saw dotted along the Cali coastline.  Homelessness has been on my mind and heart more lately since being asked to participate in “Dancing With Our Stars” fundraising event for my local Center for the Homeless in South Bend, IN.  I’ve been praying more and more for the guests who go to the Center, for the men and women who work at the Center, and for our community at large to help end the cycle of homelessness.  I’ve even done some research on homelessness, basic initial searches pulled up articles from across the country, reminding me that homelessness is felt by many more than I care to think or imagine.

My thoughts led to this one man in particular, whose back was turned to me.  He was stationed under a tree close up to a ledge right along the beach.  It was clear he had all of his possessions wrapped on his chair/thingy he was sitting upright in.  His head hung low as he was sleeping, or attempting to.  I try to put myself in his position…Sleep sitting up.  People all around me.  Everything I own strapped to my chair.  Have he many friends?  Family?  Is he part of a community of any kind?  How did he end up here?  Did he like to live this way?  {I later decided that I wanted to strike up some conversation with a few homeless people, if the situation presented itself again-unfortunately ( rather, fortunately)  I did not come across any more homeless in the remainder of my trip.}

I realize we are all wired differently, and certain things would bother people more/less.  I think back also to a few short days ago when I was over the baggage weight limit for a 5 day trip.  (Don’t worry husby, lady must have liked my smile or something because she didn’t fine me.)  I would guess having less “stuff” would B one of the easier things I would get used to in time.  But to not know when/what my next food source would B?  To not B able to regulate if I’m overly hot or freezing cold?  To lack human interaction on the regular?  But even more so, are they realizing their dreams?  Do they know the worth they have?  Do they know the gifts contained within them?  I’ve had so many thoughts over the past few weeks, but as I neared the top of that hill, turning onto the trailhead for “Razor Point” something inside me felt like a razor piercing my heart.

I just want them TO KNOW THEY MATTER.  THEY ARE LOVED.

And that’s precisely my deepest desire for every person who experiences B Present Studio.  YOU MATTER.  YOUR DREAMS MATTER.  YOU ARE LOVED.  YOU ARE STRONG.  YOU CAN DO THIS.  YOU ARE MORE THAN YOUR PROBLEMS.  YOU ARE NOT ALONE.  Yes; there’s also a really kick-butt workout interlaced with this message!  Yes; I want to help you B as healthy as possible!  Yes; mayB you KNOW all of these things already, but do you LIVE them out?  Do you ever forget them?  Or do you know someone else you could help encourage on their journey?  Do you have kids you want to instill these values into and hearing these messages over and over again helps?

Just like that, I start to tremble, tears in my eyes, my heart is hurting.  Recognizing many of us walk around living more out of fear than faith.  More out of worry than assurance.  More out of habit than intention.  More absent than present.  Realizing this only mostly because that used to B me.  Not that I don’t have a lifetime of growth still ahead of me, I do, but I do know the difference, feel the difference of a life once consumed by anxiety & feelings of worthlessness.  And a life where, at the core, there is peace.

Goodness!  Now I’m a wreck, bawling on this trail, praying, desiring that everyone would choose to live their best life.  A life that uses their gifts to bless others.  A life that overcomes setbacks.  A life that triumphs.

Aha!  That-aha-moment!  Here I was thinking I needed some marketing seminar in order to B a “good steward” on my professional development trip and now I stand in the sand shaking and crying with PASSION welling up in me.  I BELIEVE IN B PRESENT.  I BELIEVE IN OUR MISSION.  I BELIEVE IN OUR CLIENTS.  EVERYONE OF THEM.  And I’ve come out to CA, I’ve gone to 8 different studios, and not one of them gave me anything more than a workout.  Not saying I didn’t enjoy the workouts, or that the people weren’t nice.  But in a day and age where peoples schedules are so full, to me it makes sense to combine health practices whenever you can.  If we can provide 1 hour of power where you will B invigorated, challenged, & experience growth physically, mentally, even spiritually-why not?  To me, I don’t feel satisfied only helping people get cute butts and toned arms.  You can have a great body and B miserable!  (Again, I know from experience.)

So there you have it!  Here I am volunteering my time to help raise money and awareness for the Center for the Homeless, which in and of itself is really stretching me out of my comfort zone with this ballroom dancing business!!!  But in the giving of myself to this organization, I’m getting so much back in return.  A renewed sense of passion, compassion, wonder…thankfulness, gratitude, growth…

But this is not just about me.  This is about us.  This is about you.  What are YOU PASSIONATE ABOUT?  What excites you?  When the time just seems to fly by, what are you doing?  Who are you with?  How can you create more time to do that, be that, experience that?  How can you help those around you to do the same?

Thank you for B’ing a part of my story,

Tammy Weisweaver

Oh, and if you want to show your support to the Center for the Homeless and/or me, please CAST YOUR VOTE!  The time to vote is nearing a close…votes are $41 (the cost to house a guest at the center for a day).

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