Outdoorsy

So I had to go and read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I finished the book on yesterday and have to say it was a great read. I enjoyed it. It has caused me to look at my life differently. I don't look at life now as taking what it gives me. I am here to live life not have it live me. I do feel that God can give us signs in regards to assisting us in our decision making. However, our decisions are only for you and I to make. I feel my eyes are open to the possibilities that await me. If I heed the signs I will realize my destiny. There is so much more to be said about this subject but it is funny how a topic can overwhelm you as this one does me. So I will wrap it up here.

My title has never rang more true to me than today. I have goals for myself that I want to achieve and things that I want to accomplish and I am my only enemy in achieving them. I watched Will Smith speak on something so profound it perhaps could blow your mind. I have to share it with everyone. It is truly captivating what he was saying on defining your own destiny. I know it will help someone I know. It helped me. I need to see those ideas and beliefs manifest in my life. I have to go to that place in my mind where I am my perfect self. I have faltered for far too long. I know who I am and I know where I am and I must go and be that Sharla. She will thank me for it. She is yearning for her reality. Her existence is undeniable, however, her reality has been delayed. I can't be happy and continue to tell the true me to wait. At this rate, I will slowly kill the true me and look back on my life with pain and regret and the ultimate let down. How can one really be at peace in that state of mind?

I have reached that point. It is time out for excuses. Excuses tell you it is okay to fail. If you decide not to tolerate them and neither make them you will be better for it. The elimination of excuses is your opportunity to excel in ways that you have only imagined yourself excelling. It eliminates the, "I can't" or "but". I deservIe to be the me that I imagine I am. I am my only obstacle standing in the way of that dream . I am a diva. I speak with authority. I handle my business with confidence and integrity. Women look up to me and admire my poise. I make things happen. I am a mover. I am a shaker. I am a power woman. This is only the beginning.

I want to share some uplifting information with you. Life is your sandbox. It can shaped and manipulated in any fashion and way that you see fit. If you want wealth, and health, and things, call them to you. God is not in heaven rejecting your every request. It is his plan that you be in good health and prosper, even as your soul prospers. Let US make our mind up to speak those things into our lives that we desire. There is abundance in life and I have it. Life is sweet. Life is beautiful. Life is rich. Enjoy the life that God blessed you with. If you are not enjoying it yet then do whatever it takes to start enjoying it. I and my family have great wealth. I and my family have excellent health. I speak abundance into my life and I will not want for anything. I have the house I want. I have the car I want. I have the life I want. I have it. It is mine.

I have a love for interior design that follows me. In spite of knowing this, I have not pursued the passion. I did began pursuing a degree in the field about a year ago, however, I did not complete it due to the financial responsibility. I am still paying for a previous education. I could not justify creating more loans when I have yet to pay off previous ones.
I am not giving up on that passion at all. I believe I will have the opportunity to focus on that love soon in my life. Whether I complete the course work to obtain a degree in the field, or I migrate towards interior decorating, a less costly alternative, I will not allow that passion to go unfulfilled. It must be manifested in my life. Until then, I continue to get my fix of gorgeous interiors through Divine Design episodes and my collection of Florida Design magazines. If I have no other opportunity other than to design the interiors of my entire home, I will be greatly satisfied. However, I am sure I will have more of an opportunity to birth that passion out of me than only designing my home.
If you could walk in my shoes and enjoy this love with me, then you will greatly appreciate the clip I have included in this posting. It shows Candice operating divinely in her craft, and her client's response is to be expected with work this fabulous. Somewhere in heaven God is loving that bedroom. If not, I know I am.

First off, I must say motherhood is a beautiful experience. There is a sure sense of pride that goes along with caring for and nurturing a child. However, can one argue that either of those tactics be done in excess? Can you really care for or nurture your children too much?
Just a couple of months ago I was blessed to give birth to my second child, Ayden. He is a sweet baby, and I try my best to be a great mother to him in spite of the lack of sleep I have learned to live without. However, my husband said something to me today that slightly pricked my nerve. He said, "Ayden is spoiled." Now, correct me if I am wrong. I don't think any mother wants to hear that said about her children, no matter who is saying it.
I will admit at times, Ayden can have a difficult time staying asleep. During these times, he, of courses, cries for someone to pick him up from his bed. There are times when he needs a changing or to be fed, and there are times when he does not. As he continues to cry, I and my husband try to eliminate as many reasons for his distress as possible. When we have come to no legitimate reason and he yet continues to cry, we relieve him from his misery and pick him up. Most of the time, Ayden will then stop crying. Could he be manipulating us at so young an age? Possibly. However, How am I to know when a cry requires less attention than another cry? I am not sure I will ever know the answer to that question. What I will do is continue to nurture my children as I see fit. If I am being manipulated by my son at 2 mos. old, who cares. I'm a better mother for it.