7 Reasons Why I Love the 4th of July

While most people celebrate the 4th of July for America’s Independence, I celebrate it for entirely different reasons. A few significant things happened to me on this day. I am very grateful because these things affect many other aspects of my life. Here’s why the 4th of July means so much to me. To be fair, America did make the list! 😉

1. America, & The World’s Longest Unmanned Border
I am grateful that I live beside/above the United States of America. I love that we can take day-trips to Buffalo to shop (from the Tdot). I love that we can be Snow Birds to Florida, Arizona or any other warm winter spot. I love that we share so much history with you (although some were through wars! LOL) We do have the world’s longest unmanned border. It means that there is no military at any of our border crossings. To bring it home, no one with a gun is standing guard at the Peace or Rainbow Bridges. That is a great feat. We should be very proud!

2. New Lease on Life #1
My New Life began four years ago today. After strategizing for 156 Days, I finally left a 23-year, verbally abusive marriage. Has it been easy? No! Will I go back? Not a chance! I thoroughly enjoy my new life, challenges and all. I am now an advocate for Domestic Violence. I’m very, very happy that I left when I did. Wished I did it sooner. Grateful that I’ve been given a chance to redesign my future.

3. New Lease on Life #2
For those of you who don’t know it yet, “Children Learn What They Live”. I believe this so strongly that I have put the poem in one of my books, and it’s part of a talk that I give. My daughter followed my example. Thank God, she learned from my mistakes~and her own~ and is living free from abuse as well.

4. My Kids & My Grandson
My kids went through more than any little girls should. They saw their Mother crying A LOT! They stuck by me, giving me hugs and crying along side me on the bad days. I’m forever grateful for the times that we spent bonding in Sista 1’s room, and laughing over silliness. As a result of those times, we can make up the wildest stories about the most mundane events! I thank God for these beautiful young ladies.

When my Grandson was born, we women were determined that the “Little Man” would have a very centered start to his life. He essentially has 5 Mamas (his paternal grandmother has joined the fray). Manners are essential, and he loves to hug and love on people (after he’s checked you out). I’m thankful that his history does not determine his future!

5. New Lease on Life #3
I am very, very grateful that the doctors figured out that I had a Small Bowel Obstruction on July 3rd, 2012, and not on July 4th, 2012. See, if they didn’t do the surgery a year ago today, I wouldn’t be making this blog. It’s only after I recuperated, that I realized the severity of SBO. I am grateful to the doctor who wouldn’t let me leave the hospital when I was tired of waiting~yes, I actually wanted to go home, even though I had not eaten in 3 days. I am really happy to be alive!

6. Free Healthcare: T&T, Canada
So, free Healthcare has been a debate for many countries. I am so thankful that I didn’t have to worry. If my SBO surgery was required in Canada, the Healthcare is free. It so happened that I had the surgery in Trinidad. I’m a native…it was FREE. There are two eerie things that happened with this, though. First, the day before I left on my trip, I was asked if I wanted travel insurance. I refused saying, “I’m not going to Trinidad to get sick!” H’mm, interesting. The second is that I had a stop-over in Miami. Had I gotten ill in Miami, it would have been a whole different story. I’m VErY grateful for free Healthcare!

7. Freedom, Plain & Simple
I can worship my God, sing, dance, or not. I can walk the streets freely. I can go to school~or not. I can wear booty shorts~NOT! The list can go on and on. There is NOTHING quite like living in a FREE country. NOTHING. It’s only when you go to a country that’s restrictive that you can really appreciate it. I’m not American. We Canadians celebrated our Independence Day on July 1st. Yet, I am very aware that we both are very, very grateful for our freedom.

Last week, I discovered my “WHY”. I knew it in my belly, but I got my AHA moment then. Here it is: “I have almost lost something precious to me (my life). I am on a mission (compelled) to tell people that they cannot go through life numb!” Find your passion and pursue it! Live your Legacy!

A different post, for a special day! God Bless Us, Every One!

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Stephanie, Emerging Princess


Theological Thursday: 04/04/13

This is a quote from one of my favourite Facebook pastors, Mark Pothier.  Don’t shoot the messenger!  If you can’t say “Amen”, say “Ouch”!

“Dating Tip… Men…

There will always be the guy who is better looking, has more money, bigger muscles, with the big house, and drives that nice car. But what a woman finds really attractive, is a man who fears God, reads his Bible and LIVES it… a man who will pray with her everyday and be her covering. The guy who loves God more than her. That’s the guy she will choose. And if she doesn’t, you had no business with her in the first place.”



Nuff said!

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Stephanie, Emerging Princess

Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini

It’s Theological Thursday.  As is the custom, here is a post from a Christian point of view.  Enjoy!

I remember the day as if it was yesterday.  I was warned, but nothing prepared me for what I saw that day.

A few days before, I lay on a hospital bed in the emergency ward, preparing for surgery.  I had developed a condition, a Small Bowel Obstruction, which required emergency surgery.  The doctor explained what he was going to do, and where they were going to cut.  I looked at the Doctor, mortified.


Surgery (Photo credit: Army Medicine)

“Can’t you cut across my belly, below my belly-button?” I asked.

“No, that’s not possible,” the gentle Doctor quietly responded.

Well, when they got to the surgical floor, I prayed that the situation would change.  My procedure was successful (or I wouldn’t be writing this blog! 😉  ).  A day later, a nurse came to change my dressing.  Most of my stomach area had gauze or surgical tape.  I eagerly awaited the revelation of where my actual scars were.  As the nurse worked and explained what she was doing, I peeked.  I would eventually be doing her job when I was released.  As the gauze was taken off, I gasped.  I had been cut from my sternum, past my belly-button, all the way down to—well I couldn’t tell.  I couldn’t see that far!  My hopes of a low-lying scar were dashed against a rock, and broken into a million pieces!

“Who would want a scarred body like this?” I thought.  Turning to the nurse, I said,

“Oooh gosh, look at dat!”

“Girl, yuh had may-jah belly sur-dree”, she replied.

Not only was the surgery a surprise, I was also in a foreign country.  I was in the second week of a vacation to my birthplace, Trinidad.  It didn’t take me long to revert to being a “Trini” again—embracing the slower pace of life, and the sing-song method of speaking.

A few days later, I was released from the hospital.  During the next couple of weeks, I had some major fights with God about my scar.  It was a bone of contention during many of my prayer sessions.  I believe that it even started sowing the seed of ingratitude in my heart.  I was upset that now, I couldn’t wear an “Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie” bikini of any colour.

One day, I came to my senses and thought,

“Hold up!  This is ridiculous!  You have borne three children.  Your belly has been stretched to the maximum.  You have all the rivers of the world etched into your belly as proof!  There’s no way under the sun, that you’ll even ever go out in public in a bikini!”

That was a huge turning point for me.  Perhaps being angry at the scar was a way of taking my mind off the seriousness of the surgery.  Either way, I was finally able to thank the Lover Of My Soul for creating my body to be the wonderful machine that it was.  I was grateful that I was able to bear three wonderful children and nourish them.  I had strong legs, hands that worked, and a sound mind.

I looked back at the events surrounding my surgery, and they had God’s hand written all over them.  My room-mates were all Christians.  Visitors provided prayer coverage, and worship music was constantly playing.  I was surrounded by relatives who loved and cared for me.  This included a prayer-warrior aunt, who mustered up the support from my childhood church.  I had the surgery in a fabulous teaching hospital, with the head registrar leading my team of doctors.  I was able to have the surgery for free, as I was born there.  And when I was released into the care of my relatives, I didn’t have to lift a finger.  My laundry was done for me, my food prepared…that would not have been the case had I been in my own house.  This is the first time in my life that I was truly pampered.  Fussing over an “Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini” seemed so puerile.

Recovery was a challenge, I won’t lie.  This surgery really changed my life.  Each day I’m thankful for my health.  I look at my “bikini” line”, and I’m well-aware that God saved me from the jaws of death.  The Lover Of My Soul has a great plan for my life.  I will reap my heavenly rewards, after I shake off this broken-temporal body.

What life-changing (near-death?) experience have you survived?  Please share…

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Stephanie, Emerging Princess



Choices: Victim vs. Responsible

This is a hard blog to write, and I’m gonna do it anyways.

Twenty-seven years ago this month, I moved out on my own.  I didn’t like the guidelines that my parents had in place.  They were too strict, to old-fashioned.  I wanted to do my own thing; make my own rules; go my own way.  I was almost 21.

When I did that, I walked away from my faith as I knew it, and my family.  By that summer, I was pregnant with my first child, living far away from my hometown and my family.  Although I was alone and pregnant, I WAS IN CHARGE!!

As time progressed, I decided to marry my baby’s father, despite the fact that he displayed a bad temper.  My parents tried to dissuade me from marrying him, saying that it wasn’t going to last.  At the time, I thought that it was because they believed he wasn’t “good enough”.  I wanted to have a complete family.  I was gonna prove them wrong!

My parents were right!  I stayed in a marriage, that turned out to be verbally abusive, for 23 years.  I left three times, trying to find peace during a very bad situation.  The last time I left, it was for good.

This past week, I have been repeatedly listening to a CD called “Victim vs. Responsible” by the late Brian Klemmer.  I thought back to the many times that I wanted to blame people for the choices that I made to create my reality.  Often, I defended m passive stand in situations, rather than standing up and moving in my power.  So much wasted time!


We go through life not realizing the impact of the word CHOICE.  The choices we make today may impact this afternoon, our week, a year, or a lifetime.  I CHOSE to think that I knew better than my parents~they were right!  I CHOSE to have unprotected sex~I had a baby as a result.  I CHOSE to marry a man with a temper, despite the signs~he didn’t disappoint, and abused me verbally.  I CHOSE to go back to him twice~I received more of the same.  I CHOSE not to go back~I now live free!

I’m not negating the fact that I was a “victim of abuse”.  I am saying that I am now whole and can own that I had a part in.  I chose to give my power away.  (When you are in an abusive situation as a victim, you do not see the word CHOICE in the same light.)

Now, I actively choose, instead of playing the victim.  I choose to only have good days.  I choose to live peacefully.  I choose to let go, so that I can receive.  I choose to forgive so that I can thrive.  I choose to be grateful each and every day.  I choose to have a joyful heart.  I choose to smile.  I choose to help people reach their destiny.  I choose to hug, and get close to people~even though that means that I may occasionally get sick.  Because, I also choose to leave a legacy of being a giver and someone who cares.  So that means that I also choose to love people, even if it means I’ll get hurt.

Are you happy with the choices you are making?  Will they create a legacy that you can be proud of?  Are you a victim, or are you responsible?

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Stephanie, Emerging Princess


Theological Thursday, Late Edition


You know what?  I hate being told, “I told you so”!  Or realizing that I had been in a similar situation before, and it didn’t turn out then…What makes me believe that things would be different this time?  There is a saying that goes, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results”.

When it comes to choosing a life partner, I have seen this in living colour.  A friend has made a bad choice as a boyfriend, and what do you do, you turn around and date someone just like him or worse.  Another girlfriend leaves an abusive husband, and her daughter becomes involved with someone like her father, even though she swore she would never do it.  What is our affinity to doing really dumb things?  Don’t we believe that God loves us enough to send a truly wonderful person our way?

“I want to do what is good, but I don’t. I don’t want to do what is wrong, but I do it anyway. ” (Romans 7:15)  Holla!  Wut is dis?  Paul was one of the biggest pillars of our faith.  He wrote a large part of the New Testament, for goodness sake.  Yet, there were times when he had  “the thorn in my flesh” which  kept him humble.  There has been much speculation over what the “thorn” was.  Wouldn’t it be cool to find out that it was a “who”?!  😛

Why DO we do dumb things?

Why DO we do dumb things?


We fail, and we fail again.  We are fallen creatures.  The Lover of My Soul desires for us to have a passionate relationship with Him.  It does grieve Him when we fall, as it puts distance between the Creator and the created.  Repentance restores that relationship, and He remembers our sin no more.  We may have to deal with the ramifications of the action, though.

I have become an avid student of life.  Life is FANTASTIC!  God wants to take us to higher and deeper levels with Him~despite the fact that it sounds like a contradiction.

This post is brief:  A full life happens when you fall, repent, and let the Love of Jesus pull you back to where you can hear His voice again.

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Stephanie, Emerging Princess


Theological Thursday~Forgive & Thrive

It’s Thursday, and time for another post from a Christian point of view.  Hope you enjoy.  Please comment!

I was on my way…I started regaining my self-esteem.  Joy was becoming a part of my every day life.  Things were starting to look good.  Then, BAM!!  The blame game hit.

Have you ever played the blame game?  I believe we all have, at some time.  Growing up, we’d blame our brothers or sister(s) for taking a cookie from the jar, “He did it first”, after all.  And for many of us, it never stopped.

“If only she’d do this”, or “Why doesn’t he do that?”  Sound familiar?

Asking For Forgiveness

Asking For Forgiveness (Photo credit: hang_in_there)

That was precisely the position that I was in.  I was blaming my former partner for the predicament that I was in.  And in the process, I was carrying around a huge dose of unforgiveness.  This, I knew, could very well turn into bitterness.  And bitterness causes a host of dis-eases.

While grumbling about my situation one day, my eldest child looked at me and said,

“Mumsy, our father never did this while you were married, why would he start now that you have left?”   If you can’t say Amen, say Ouch!  That hurt~and it came from my own kid!

Yet, that’s just the message that The Lover of My Soul wanted me to hear.  I needed to Forgive in order to Thrive.  He cared about me so much more than a misguided former mate.  I needed to let go, and let God.  I had every right to hold on to the hurt.  I had every right to be upset about the state of my finances.  Yet, I did not have a right to hold on to it, and harp over it again and again.  I had no right to be God’s judge.  His word says,

“Do not take revenge, my friends”, Romans 12:19a.  I was also reminded that we are to forgive “70 x 7” times (some say 77).  [An aside here~I believe that one should forgive the sin.  If this sinner is preventing God’s plan for your life from being fulfilled, it may be prudent to remove yourself from the situation.  Just sayin’!]

As time went on, I realized that my Father loved me so much that, although money was a challenge, my family was never hungry.  We moved into a house and I didn’t have a job or references; people guided us to food banks; hampers and gift cards showed up at our door at Christmas.  Miracles were, and still are, a part of my everyday life.

Now, these things possibly could have happened without the forgiveness.  However, I don’t thing that we would have thrived.  I don’t think that we would have been as grateful.  I KNOW that I would not have been as grateful.  To be sure, a grateful heart is more receptive to gifts~big and small.  When a person has unforgiveness in their heart, they cannot be grateful at the same time.  They will accept gifts with an entitlement view.  I’ve seen this quite frequently.  After a person forgives, it’s like the flood-gates of Heaven open up.  The shackles around one’s heart, head and feet, break off.  I know that~speaking from experience~it’s really tricky to walk with shackles on my feet!

The Lover of My Soul was right.  I thrive more and more.  Forgiveness, then, was not for the perpetrator.  Forgiveness was, and is an act of love for my family, myself, and my future!


May Your Cup Always Be Full!

Stephanie, Emerging Princess

You’re An All-Star

Mono portable Radio Tape Recorder from the Ger...

Mono portable Radio Tape Recorder from the German brand Universum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s Thursday…time for another “Theological” post from a Christian perspective.  Enjoy!

“I feel so ugly, so unloveable.”  The hot shower soothed my body, as the sobs wracked my form.  This was my hideaway; the only place that I could cry without my kids hearing me.

It was a few months after becoming single again.  Although I was enjoying my freedom, my mind was still held hostage.

“You’ll never succeed at that.”

“Why can’t you ever get things right?”

And on and on the tape recorder played. (A tape recorder is displayed on the right-hand side.) 🙂

“Father, please show me something tangible; something positive about myself that I can hold onto.”  God, in His ever-loving mercy, always hears us.  We just don’t always listen.  This time I did.

“Check your e-mails”, I heard.  Thinking back now, I am aware that He didn’t tell me to open my Bible to such and such a verse.  I needed human validation and compliments.

Reading positive e-mails were a significant key to helping me re-build my self-esteem.  I typed up some of the compliments that people had given me, laminated them and put them on my bathroom mirror.  At the time, I needed to see things like,

“You’re An All-Star”, or that I was a “wonderful friend”.

The mind renewal began, and I continued healing with a 12-Step Programme and NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming).  On days that were heavy, I went into my ceramic oasis, and I said the truths out loud.  Sometimes, many times, they were recited through tears.

The Lover of My Soul put people in my path to bless me, and pour positivity into my life.  As the days wore on, He showed me that I was lovable.  He loved me first~even before this world began.

Wow, what an AMAZING love that is!  How could I keep THAT to myself?  I decided to take the spotlight off myself and my problems by adding more volunteering to my daily activities.  (It is something that I urge my clients to do even now.)  It wasn’t the same love as when I was married, yet, I was still giving love away.  Put under a microscope, if you examine this love, it’s probably healthier, purer, and flowing from a heart of compassion.

I realized that the Lover Of My Soul desires that my heart remain soft, and not let bitterness creep in.  This way it is open to first being filled by HIM.  Yes, I AM An All-Star, because He says so!

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–His good, pleasing and perfect will.   ~Romans 12:2

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Stephanie, Emerging Princess

My Dirty Little Secret

This is the first Theological Thursday post, written from a Christian viewpoint.

Can I tell you a secret?  I am a LOVE junkie!  I guess that means that I am a hopeless romantic.  I love holding hands as I walk on the beach with my special someone (I call him

English: Michael Buble walks the Red Carpet at...

English: Michael Buble walks the Red Carpet at the 2009 Junos in Vancouver, Canada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

MiLove).  I love receiving flowers and chocolates.  I love listeniing to sappy Barry ManilowMichael Buble  or smooth jazz songs as I talk to him about our future.

Now can I make another confession?  I do not have an actual PHYSICAL person named MiLove that I do all of this with.  No, I do NOT have a blow-up toy, either!  I could say that it’s Jesus, but that would be so cliche.  Due to my faith, I’m SUPPOSED to love Him.  The brutal truth is, to many people, I am a love failure.  I’ve committed the ultimate love-sin.  I chose~dun, dun, dun~divorce.  Gasp!

Blasphemy!  How dare she write about love when she hasn’t even succeeded in that department?  May I suggest something else?  May I offer you the idea that there is no such thing as failure.  There is only feedback.  I learned this in my NLP training (and it is one of the main tenets).  Would you take financial advice only from someone who has been lucky financially?  Or would you also want to learn from someone who has gotten up again after losing it all?  I’d say that most people think Donald Trump is a financial success.  I now know what NOT to do in my next relationship.  Letting go of that guilt has been so freeing.  The Bible says that, “Though a RIGHTEOUS man (note that word) falls seven times, he rises again; but the wicked are brought down by calamity”,  Proverbs 24:16.

See, there were signs, many as big as a jumbotron, which warned me about my poor marriage choice.  I chose to ignore them, and I paid the price…I fell.  Does that mean that I should suffer indefinitely?  Some believe that you should fight tooth and nail for your man.  And I did, until I ran out of energy.  I believe, “He will not lead you, where He won’t keep you”, (Jackie Cherill).   I know that Christ died to forgive the sins of a murderer, and he also died to forgive a divorcee.  Sin is sin in God’s eyes.  He has also used me more in my three years of singleness than in the 23 years of my previous life.

So, although I could be jaded by my past, I am enjoying my present, and am anticipating my future.  My hopes and dreams still exist for finding the person that I can share the

Love ? I love love love you.

Love ? I love love love you. (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

romantic scenes that I described  previously.

I’m up for an adventure.  I will explore love~the way Christ wanted it to be.  If you’re looking to follow an unconventional love adventure, I invite you to come on my journey as I talk about Love, MiLove, and the Lover of My Soul.

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Stephanie, Emerging Princess

Just Try It (You’ll Like It)

Brussels Sprouts

Brussels Sprouts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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C’mon, you’ve said that phrase to someone before, haven’t you?  If you’re a Mom, you’ve probably used it on your kids.  “Just try it,” we usually say this when the kids have turned their noses up at the sight of broccoli or squash.  I remember having to eat brussels sprouts when I was a kid.  The phrase “try it” was not in my parents’ vocab.  It was, “Eat it, or else!”

I recall cooking brussels sprouts again when I was an adult.

“I haven’t tried it in a while,” I thought.  “It may have improved.”  Not!  It was still the yucky vegetable that I remembered.

Years after that, I saw the cruciferous fiend, still on stalks, at a farmer’s market.  I stood in front of the stall reluctantly.

“These are freshly picked”, the farmer said.  They are delicious.  You gotta try it.”  Eagerly, I brought them home.  I sautee’d them with onions and garlic.  I proudly served it to my kids.

“The farmer at the market said that these were fresh and delicious.  We’re gonna try it again.”  I have to tell ya, my kids were not very eager.  They took a bite of one and said,

“Blech—this is bitter!”  I could feel disbelief sweeping over me.  I believed the farmer.  Surely, he wouldn’t steer me wrong?  I tried one and…

“Blech!”  I said as I spat it out into the garbage.  I then promised the kids that they did not have to eat anything that I thought was yucky.  Apparently, the farmer’s idea of delicious and mine were miles apart.

Let me ask you, when you “try” something, do you expect to succeed?  The very act of trying, by definition, means:

  1. 1.  Make an attempt or effort do something
  2. 2.  An effort to accomplish something; an attempt

During a recent seminar, the facilitator of created many “Aha” moments for the class, by pointing out that, as humans, we often keep “trying” instead of doing.  After all, Nike’s slogan is “Just do it”, not “Just Try To Do It”.  That revelation hit me like a tonne of bricks.  There were so many things that I tried in the past (and not completely succeed at).  The most important thing was that I was applying that view to my business.  I was “trying” to be successful instead of focusing on doing it.  I am glad that I was already at a point where I was re-organizing what I was doing and how I was going to do it.

So, here’s where Emerging Princess is going.  My original coaching business, “Created to Excel”, will be brought under the umbrella of Emerging Princess.  My coaching is still for women.  My focus will now be “Helping Women Recover From Life’s Setbacks”, not just from abuse.  The mandate is:  Hope, Direction & Strength for Hurting Women.  If you’ve:

*  Lost a spouse (due to relationship break up)

*  Lost a job,

*  Lost a home

*  Lost all your money, or

*  Lost the zeal for living;

I’ve been there.  I’ve survived these setbacks—and more—and am now thriving.  For the past 18 months, I’ve helped other women thrive as well with my coaching.  Lastly, I will also speak wherever and whenever I can to motivate and inspire women and young girls.

There will be lots of blogs.  As a result of my illness this summer, I am living a more holistic life.  I will feature things and people who have helped me become better, which may also help you.  I will also share recipes and tips that have helped me to be a healthier person.  I will also do weekly posts from a Christian perspective.  My faith is an integral part of my life.  Emerging Princess is where you will be able to find help for the whole woman to thrive.

This journey has had a lot of ups and downs.  People say that you should do what you find yourself thinking about.  For me, that’s my business.  I constantly think about how I can help my clients that I come in contact with.

As I rebrand, I’m not going to “try it”.  I am going confidently on the path of my dreams.  Like Nike’s slogan says, I’m “Just Do(ing) It”!

May Your Cup Always Be Full!

Emerging Princess,

Hope, Direction & Strength For Hurting Women

On this December 6th, I want to honour the women who’s lives were lost so many years ago in a senseless slaying.  Here is a link to my blog from last year with My December 6th story.

December 6th Memorial

Living Liberally (Part IV)

So far, I’ve talked about Leaving a Legacy and Living Lightly.  The middle part of my speech, as I said before, is Live Liberally.  In addition to being the opposite of “fundamental”, I try to also think of the word Liberal as a synonym of free.

What have you always wanted to try, but your thinking has limited you?  Have you always wanted to jet ski?  What is stopping you?  Is it a secret desire of yours to go to Australia for a vacation?  What is stopping you from setting the plans in motion?  Have you begun to check things off your Bucket List?  Do you have a Bucket List?

For over 20 years, I have not been in a pool, nor have I owned or worn a bathing suit. I was terrified of the water.  This problem began when I was a kid, in the West Indies.  I found myself on a “homemade” glass-bottom boat in the middle of the Atlantic.  Visions of the boat coming apart, and the passengers drowning were very real to me at the time.  And this has lasted through much of my adult life.  As a result of my Bucket List, I was determined to buy a bathing suit, and get into water. I set my plans into motion. On a whim, I volunteered to go on someone’s sailboat to “help” man the sails. It is a good thing that I forgot about my promise until the last minute, or I would have probably backed down. When I told my youngest daughter what I was doing, she reminded me that I was afraid of the water. “Not any more”, I replied and ran off for my adventure. I decided that I could do it. I let go of my inhibitions and I sat~or stood~on the edge of a sailboat at a 45⁰ angle to the water at times. I had a blast! My conclusion: You need to be buff to man a sailboat!  Since then, I have also been able to get into pools, and have even gotten into the ocean several times over the summer (despite my major surgery). I am not a great swimmer, but I got into water, AND I own a bathing suit!

There are so many wonderful things that you can try.  The world is full of interesting places to go and remarkable people to see.  Even the mundane can take on a new spin by changing one or two things.  Going to and from work the same way every day causes creativity to go dormant.  Maybe you could try a different route, if not there, then on the way home.  If that is not possible, try something else that you can change without creating too many problems.  Even getting onto a different car on the public transit system can drastically change the events of your day~and the people that you meet..

Life is so very short.  The mundane can make a person stir crazy (but it is so easy to slip into it)!  When I think of all the things I have yet to try, I wonder how I’m gonna fit it all into my schedule sometimes.  If your life has gotten dull and boring, try pepping it up by injecting a dose of Living Liberally!

May Your Cup Always Be Full,

Emerging Princess☺

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