LIFE LESSONS FEEL LIKE SWIM LESSONS ONLY FACE DOWN IN THE WATER DROWNING.
Mistakes and worse, more bad decisions made – complete disrespect to self. When will I learn, people are the same, despite mouth game, they just don’t change.
Struggling is not failing. Survived 12 rounds and the countdown. Don’t worry, I’ve got you, just as I always have because he never could.
Live.Learn.Rinse.Repeat.
TAK
For anyone who feels broken, unwanted and beyond repair – this is for you.
YOU ARE WANTED.
If you let love inside, you will see. You are worthy.
YOU ARE WANTED.
You are not what you were, who you’ve been, how you were raised or how you were unloved. You are new every morning.
YOU ARE WANTED.
Your scars are victories. You are beautiful.
YOU ARE WANTED.
Your struggle may be temporary or lifelong. You are not broken.
YOU ARE WANTED.
Your blood may not be your bond. You are not alone.
YOU ARE WANTED.
Your dark shadows are not your friend. You will find the sun by what you seek. Seek and you shall find.
YOU ARE WANTED.
Your broken spirit and tears do not define you as weak. You are stronger, dig deep.
YOU ARE WANTED.
Your worth is not valued in monetary gain or a number of likes.
YOU ARE WANTED.
Your heart is still beating, you are not dead, you are still breathing, and YOU ARE WANTED. You just haven’t seen it yet. Don’t give up and please believe – YOU ARE WANTED.
REPEAT AFTER ME… I AM WANTED.
Keep Going. #2021
LIVE.LEARN.RINSE.REPEAT.
TAK
If you’ve heard the Rodney Atkins song “If you’re going through hell” then you know you better run your ass off to get to the other side. RUN FOREST FUN!
“If you’re going through Hell
Keep on going, don’t slow down
If you’re scared, don’t show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you’re there”.
My thought is, if your going through hell in the first place the struggle is real and you better run your ass off then implement the STOP. DROP. AND ROLL technique because if you made it out of there alive your shit is probably on fire. And just keep going, there is hope on the other side….right? Maybe a rainbow? A rainbow with a leprechaun? A rainbow with a leprechaun and a pot of gold? Nah, I don’t think that sounds right and neither does green beer, that actually sounds pretty gross. What I’m trying to say is, after you get to the finish line of all the hell you’ve been going through there is supposed to be a happy ending. No sir…not that kind, well at least not in this blog! LOL.
It may take time to find your happy HEALED ending and your new beginning. There may be times you regress due to things that RIP THE FUCKING BANDAID OF HEALING right off the bone. But what can you do? Run back through hell, find the devil and kick him the dick for bringing you back to square one? No. That’s just dumb, read the song lyrics again because if you made it out alive the first time that’s #WINNING! Pick yourself back up ONE MORE TIME and start the process all over again. It sucks, but you got this!
OHHHHH…how the bandaid ripping BURNS! It’s like you have the hairiest legs and you let a new student of hair waxing try their technique out on you! Or better yet, the bandaid ripping would be a close comparison to falling off your bike as a kid and completely racking your crotch off on the frame. It’s the bruised black and blue kind, the kind that takes your breath away. And honestly, I don’t give two shits if you’re a chic or a dude getting racked like that will light your parts up for dayzzzzzz. So check out these safety tips and use them for your future well-being:
1. Don’t ride bikes.
2. If you do ride bikes, wear a cup and a helmet.
3. Buy a ton of frozen peas. I hear Hy-vee has them on sale this week.
4. Practice meditation with said peas on your bruises, it turns your mind off and into FROSTBITE concerns! LOL
5. Be careful who you trust with your heart.
6. Do something super uncomfortable. A new job, interviews, new group activities, dance lessons. Whatever is uncomfortable for you. “Just be you, be picky and put yourself out there. What’s the worst that could happen. You make friends.” (JH credit.)
7. Force yourself to laugh and smile, even with people you don’t know and especially when you don’t feel like it. A returned smile and laugh can actually make your day brighter if you give it a chance.
8. Remember, YOU ARE STILL BEAUTIFUL. WANTED. NEEDED. IRREPLACEABLE. There is no one else like you. No matter how many “perfect matches” you see in your head.
9. Keep going, you’re almost to the other side.
STAY CALM…AND FROZEN PEAS ON!
Live. Learn. Rinse. Repeat
TAK
I can see it so clearly in my head. Jerry Maguire desperately trying to retrieve the goldfish from the tank and once he does he turns around to face the whole office looking at him and he says whoever comes with me will experience something “REAL”, something “FUN”, something “INSPIRING” and then goes on to say “Who’s coming with me?”. The whole office is starring at him like he’s nuts! He realizes that NO ONE is coming. No one is willing to take that leap of faith for something greater, something better, something life changing – SOMETHING UNCOMFORTABLE AND SCARY. And after a ton of silence and Jerry’s speech blown to shit, Dorothy jumps out of her seat and shouts “I WILL COME WITH YOU!” I was starting to sweat there for a minute for poor Jerry.
I have felt so much like Jerry the past year or maybe more like the goldfish trying to escape the net because it’s way to comfortable in my fish tank life of normalcy. Over the weekend I did a refresher hands only CPR class and I explained to one of the nurses I always felt nervous in the past to do CPR in the event I messed up. She stood there looking at me and smiled. I then laughed and realized how ridiculous that must have sounded to her and I said “What’s the worst thing that could happen? They die? They are going to die anyway if I don’t try.”
That’s how I feel about this JUMP into something completely different in my life. Is it uncomfortable? You bet it is. Unbelievably. Will it be worth it? I have no clue. What I do know is, I will either WIN or I will LEARN. And with that there is no LOSING.
So……WHO’S COMING WITH ME?
Live.Learn.Rinse.Repeat.
TAK
Tommy????
I woke up and just like that I realized for the past 33 years I’ve been belting out Bon Jovi’s song “Livin on a Prayer” WRONG!!!!! I mean for real…WHO IS TOMMY? My guy has been Johnny and I don’t know who the hell this Tommy dude is.
Seriously though…it happened. Today. Pulling out of my driveway, deciding I’ve had enough of love songs that make me feel gross inside and forget country music because that makes me feel like crashing my car into something and I’ve already had enough wrecks for one year. So I think to myself there is only one thing to do!!! BREAK OUT THE 80’s ROCK. It won’t cause a ton of reminiscing because we didn’t listen to it very often, SO YEAH, HELL YEAH, BRING ON THE 80’S ROCK. I gotta be honest, it’s not my fav whatsoever. But it doesn’t bring memories to my head or my heart. So, with that, you bet, I’m all in.
I am however highly disturbed by the fact that I’ve been singing this song wrong for so many years. How is that even possible to miss something so obvious? Maybe the real question is, was I really listening in the first place? Tommy v. Johnny. Hmmmmm, I guess it’s possible.
So that brings me to this thought. If it has been possible to miss something so critical as the name of the dude who worked on the docks in Bon Jovi’s hit song all these years, then who knows how much I’ve missed in LIFE not really listening. Hearing and listening are two very different things. Touché Tommy!
Live. Learn. Rinse. Repeat
TAK
Welcome to THE RINSE CYCLE.
LIVE. LEARN. RINSE. REPEAT.
You guessed it…another AMAZING blog out in the universe to read. I know, the world needs another blog like it needs another !
I would love to say it will be life shattering. An eye opening, laugh until your gut hurts, educational and occasionally sad read. It probably will be and as a bonus, I will throw out randoms about living, learning, RINSING and repeating this crazy thing called life.
I’m a mother of two amazing kids. Yes, I know, everyone says it, but they are. I’m a Paralegal by day and an IFBB Pro Athlete by night, sometimes early morning but realistically more like “whenever I can fit it in”. I just turned 45, and here’s the real kicker – I’m still trying to get my shit together and figure out who I am and what I want to be when I grow up BECAUSE THERE MUST BE MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS, oh and finally I’m a “wanna-be” blogger for myself because it feels good.
About a year ago I started this blog and called it “Inhale good shit exhale bullshit.” I started it for myself after the encouragement of a friend, but never shared it socially and only with a few people in my circle. Looking back, I thought the name fit perfectly as I was attempting some kick-ass Nitro Circus type stunts to exhale things and people in my life that were not serving me and attempting to inhale the good surrounding me like an experienced Yogi in some crazy twisted pretzel pose humming “ommmmmmmmmm.” Of course, achieving true peace will forever be a life goal for me, but I’ve outgrown the GOODSHIT & BULLSHIT mantra.
I’ve also outgrown the No F’s Given Club, although I gave it my best shot. I’ve outgrown pretending to be strong when I am weak, after all I have the best ugly cry face ever. I’ve outgrown pretending to have my shit together, because I just don’t and it’s too exhausting to pretend otherwise.
Time to be real. Time to heal.
Live. Learn. Rinse. Repeat.
TAK
The Rinse Cycle 