EMBRACE THE PLACE YOU’RE IN [Video]

Hey Hey Sista!

Every once in a while, I browse through my library of YouTube videos to see what the heck I’ve put out there over the years. The awesome thing about a blog and/or blog is that you have a log and diary of your life. It’s cathartic to go back and see your growth smack in front of your face complete with the various hair colors and makeup attempts. Thank God I found a good HD foundation!

At this point in my life, I’ve become the type that keeps my head down and does the daily work God places in front of me. It truly ROCKS to be purpose + mission driven because you get more laser-beamed focused and ignore the peripheral BS. It also keeps you out of your head, out of your own way and out from being stuck in that whiny, woe-is-me, somewhat depressed place I marinated in for so many years. Lawd help me! You’ve got a task, an assignment, a job to do here and when you get busy with that– life is such a fun  adventure. Funny, how quickly we forget how far we’ve come because we are always looking forward. This is the ONE time I give myself permission to look back in the past!

Although this video is set around Thanksgiving a few years ago, it is still an IMPORTANT message TODAY. I pray whatever place you’re in- the cocoon, the transitional middle place or if you are soaring completely in your purpose- this message encourages you!

 

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STOP FIGHTING IT! Embrace The Place You’re In {Candid Motivational Vlog}

RESISTANCE.

It causes us so much pain, frustration and even anger. In today’s candid video blog I share a realization that will forever change the way I handle growth spurts and the different phases we go through. Are you resisting the phase you’re in or have you embraced the art of surrender?

Check it out…

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Of course, when you open up to receive messages/ hints/nudges – they arrive at precisely the right time. I met with a stunning young women about mentoring and she was telling me about a powerful YouTube video from Oprah’s Master Class. I watched the video tonight and whoa– I had seen it last year and it impacted me then, but the reminder was even more powerful, RIGHT NOW. It goes to show that the concept of surrender is an ongoing practice. Sort of like the concept of forgiveness. It’s something we need to always work on. Although I live my life with God behind the wheel, my “control freak” nature creeps back in from time-to-time creating inner turmoil, resistance and sometimes depression. So….

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Check this out….

 

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Cheers to letting go sista,

Tiff xo

CHRYSALIS by Guest Author, Wendy Carter

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I am egg. I am goo. I am imaginal discs… the programming of spine, and masks, and wings with a dream of flying. 


Imaginal. 


Imagine.


Inside. 


I form. I hatch. I eat and shed my skin, and my masks come off, revealing the ever growing larval, child, and teenage faces.
I’m walking with wings beneath the skin of my growing body, and knowing, feeling the promise of them invisibly there, 
wondering, imagining, what will it be like to fly? 

I must try. 


The mask is tight. The skin must go. Go back to the goo.
So I coccoon. I form a chrysalis. Safe. Silken. Private. 


And I digest myself, and I rest from all of my eating, climbing, spinning and building. I liquidate into protein soup du’ imaginal discs. I am my own fuel for the rapid fire splitting and duplicating, triplicating, of cells I dream and sleep through. 


Then my antennae tingle, my legs, my eyes and genitals and wings… oh, my wings form as I dream of flying in the goo behind the mask in the glow of imagined sky in the imaginal disc of my brain.
And I dream myself together til the dreams and the wings take up too much space. The goo is gone, and I am hardening, and hungry, cramped, and bored. 


Cocooning stops here and now. It’s time. 


The chrysalis must go. This silken safe must go. There is only the memory of comfort here. 


It is time.


So I stretch, until there is hole, and the air is delicious. I stretch again. I stretch until I am baffled at my hugeness, and the beauty I have become. Wobbling and wet, clinging to the shell of my home.
My wings have eyes that see the sky. I must dry. 


I must rest. 


But there are others. I must know them. 


I must fly. 


It is time. 


So I exercise my wings, down, up down up down up… and adjust to the different lengths of my body. I remember… I remember so not being like this. I am shaped differently.

I am stronger. 


I climb. I hear and feel the call of the others. I see them on bushes beside me, and winging delightedly above. I too, am made for that impossibility.
A strong wind blows and I cling for dear life to the limb I’m considering letting go of, and feel I must be insane. Flying. I’d be oh so vulnerable. But oh so free. 

I climb.


And I reach the top, and my wobbling weight bows the upper leaves. My wings flutter a little and the leaf is relieved. My clinging feet are lifted.
When another wind blows and in a ripping screaming moment my home is gone. I am upside down and spinning, a blur of green and purple and broken home around me, flapping and flapping, and the flapping feels useless, until suddenly… 


it isn’t.


And I’m flying and the world looks different from up here and isn’t it wondrous this world? I am joy! I am lifted! I am life! I am young, and strong, and this final mask is mine, and I discover that I am beautiful.
And I am still hungry.

And I want company.

And I want love. 

And I can go anywhere. 

I am free!

Oh, God, I am light… thank you for this gift of making me 


A BUTTERFLY.

 

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