Negative Perception Leads to Failure

Negative Perception Leads to Failure

“If you think you can or you can’t, you are right.”Henry Ford said that, and he left quite a mark on history.  Sometimes we justify a negative perception of ourselves, our capabilities as being “realistic”. But then, why waste your time even trying? The limit is in your mind only - eliminate negative perceptions. My son spent a week at Camp Woodward, an X Games type sports camp for his BMX trick riding, and my husband and I were speechless when we visited on the last day to see all that he had learned.  After a week with state-of-the-art facilities and working alongside professionals of the sport, he showed us the trick he mastered, No Hands. Yes, I wrote trick. A week.  At camp. Speechless. Dream it, you can achieve it.Reuniting with my son unearthed a lot of information, and insecurities.  It turns out that he put pressure on himself to appear successful, like the pros he was watching.  He told himself that if he couldn't do a trick...
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Why So Blue?

Why So Blue?

Today has the most beautiful blue winter sky. The sun is shining brightly through hues of indigo melting into a cornflower blue, dotted by puffy, cotton like clouds. Yet, through the beauty, I was feeling the blues. Yes, even the cheerful can get down. The more I wrote and reflected on my rich life I shared with my beloved brother, the ache in my heart grew stronger. I miss him. A lot. But we all have grief from a loved one lost, either through death, a breakup, or distance. The memories shared, as lovely as they are, can still bring the sadness. I don't want his memory fade, and sometimes the grief I feel makes his memory more present, more real. It was this thought that made me realize that I shouldn't shy away or suppress these feelings. I can embrace them knowing that the most beautiful rainbows are comprised of blue. ...
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Winning Through a Loss

Winning Through a Loss

He lost.  The long struggle to win was lost.  But he never quit fighting.  He might have been the weakest, but he was a strong fighter.  And I was his eternal cheerleader.  He was only thirteen when he died from the disease he was born fighting.  I was only twelve when I lost my brother, Michael, my best friend.  He taught me so much in those twelve years...how to fight the good fight, to never let struggle get you down, to appreciate what you've been given, and to have the faith that we've all been given a special path to travel in this life that will lead us to our purpose, and possibly, that purpose is to touch the hearts and inspire others to keep up the good fight. His struggle to catch his breath, have a productive cough, or even simply convince someone to please pick up that Lego piece he had dropped for the hundredth time, stole every bit...
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