You got comfortable with fitness and gym life. You kept going to therapy, you planned a destination wedding, you married the human of your dreams, you got another promotion, you dealt with unexpected death and loss, you found greater purpose again, you sought mentors, you mentored others, you started writing a memoir, you finished the Aveda mastery series, you surprised your family with a trip, you survived having 4 toes operated on while walking, working and living in NYC, you piloted your coaching program…. you did pretty ok 😁 I love you and all your imperfections… cheers to 32 and a new adventure with your husband, coming soon… version 3.0: San Diego, CA!!!! .
Yep, that’s right y’all, we are relocating as of mid-September. On this birthday, I have given myself the gift of being brave and leaning into the truth of all that we want that isn’t available to us here in Brooklyn (yet)! SoCal here we come! Five weeks left at Parlor: I’d love to do your hair again before my last shift in Brooklyn!
Held a special art time with the birthday niece and her close friends. Wanted to inspire the next generation to love crafts…Then, the living room looked like a glitter explosion thereafter. Glitter sticks to everything!
Kit took my parents out for berry picking and we watched the fireworks at the beach. He chatted with them during the long car ride while I passed out, and paid for most expenses. Best boo ever!
Just returned home after walking Cecil who knows that it is his turn for an outing after I get back from a run.
Debussy’s Claire de Lune is on the stereo…I sit in the dark living room with Cecil listening peacefully.
When I was a little girl I used to lay underneath the piano as my mother played this piece–magic! It took me to the world of fairies and butterflies…I love how you can go back to whatever reality or dream you once experienced with music! ❤
The first couple of days of the breakthrough, George says, “The coaching I am about to give you is worth one million dollars. How many times do you choose, how many times do you choose to be right than to be love?”
Last night these incredible leaders created power and freedom behind “I from nothing can create passion…” or any other way of “being.”
So I leave with you his million dollar coaching…How many times do you choose to be “right” than to “be love?” From judgment, you will never empower anyone to grow or serve; from judgment, you will never give people the desire to know you, nonetheless love you. Stop holding people prisoners of your own judgments…and begin by setting yourself free from all the drama and all those conversations of he said, she said, he’s not good enough, she’s not great….We are all children of God! And yet the world is so fucked up that if you choose to be right, trust me, you will find much evidence for what you choose to prove. However, a REAL leader looks around and creates his vision regardless of what is around him by beginning with themselves and with their immediate surroundings. THE POWER OF CHOICE!
Lets fly team…get ready to see these leaders fly into their vision!!
Don’t know about little girls’ clothing choices. mine went to school in shorts, a T-shirt, but calf high boots! After dinner, her friend (our neighbor) came over to jump rope in white high heels! I told her to go home and change shoes, and she came back in knee high winter boots – one in grey, one in maroon! I just stared!
Leaving the bank today, I witnessed a great act of humanity. A lady’s dog escaped her truck (leash and all). He ran across a busy road, nearly getting hit several times by cars. I counted five cars who stopped to help this poor lady rescue her dog. She was in tears and frantic. People ran from every direction trying to coax the dog to them. I felt helpless because I am still unable to walk. Within about five minutes a lady was able to coax the dog by offering him a dog treat. When this happened everyone in the area cheered. It put a smile on my face. Good things do happen, when people put others first.
As I was walking down the escalator to Penn station after a party I saw an extremely intoxicated girl in heels and a miniskirt in front of me stumbling down the escalator. She fell down and I then helped her up and kept her balanced until she stepped off. Initially I then left her alone and walked away. But when I saw her stumble down the stairs to the train platform I thought “shit this is dangerous she could fall right into the tracks!” No one else noticed her so I followed her down the stairs to the platform and saw her leaning forward against a LIRR train with her forehead and palms against the closed train door. The train suddenly started moving, and I then quickly reached in and snatched her pulling her away from the train. Then two cops, a male and female officer rushed down the stairs out of nowhere. The female cop yelled out at the girl “Are you kidding me! You almost just got killed by the train!” Then she looked at me and exclaimed: “And you could have went down with her!” The cops then helped her up the stairs and questioned her, followed by questioning me asking me if I knew her or ever met her before. The drunk girl then shook my hand and hugged me thanking me profusely. The female cop then shook my hand and thanked me for being there to save her from the train before sending her off to the hospital. I won’t forget this incident cause someone would have lost her life if I did what I normally would’ve done – which is be a bystander and mind my own business.
I am amazed, yet ironically, not surprised, at the unleashing of my own potential. Just spending an hour per day has made classical music learning and composition a habit and a surefire passion that I look forward to each evening. When I see “her,” this grand black beauty of a song, I am left struck…When I work on this big-eyed baby, it is straight up focus and I am left somewhere within the spectrum of in flow, all smiles, and euphoric. It is nothing short of a New Age love affair.
Initially I committed to spending just 20 minutes per day. 20 minutes soon turned into an hour, sometimes two. That Saturday, when the clock struck midnight, the glass slipper was not found…because it was never lost. Four hours, some spilling into the wee hours of the morning, became within the spiritual realm of normal.
I believe in who I am, and what my musical talents are, and no one can take that away from me. When someone tells you that you won’t succeed, it is but a reflection of their own limitations, not yours. Surround yourself with people who inspire you, motivate you, and believe in you and you will be lifted higher and higher into seeing yourself for your potential.
Thank you so much to Hadar for initiating and enrolling us all into PSP Life. I am sure it has made a huge difference for many others as well. What a legacy you have created! I have not felt so consistently, keyword “consistently,” motivated and committed, creating results after results, songs and tunes among the garden variety of creativity, in a while. I just submitted my first ever official piece over for a romantic classical music piece for a television show featuring a wedding. I kept playing the piece over and over…and it felt absolutely heavenly. Love is in the air.
When I was 5 years old. My mother knew my love for Tina… I was obsessed with Whats Love Got To Do With IT…. loved the video, look, etc.. I wanted to be her. My mother and I were in the drug store shopping and I happened to be in the section of beauty with her and noticed the LEE press on nails. I asked my mother for them and red nail polish so I could be Tina for the day and perform the song. The supportive mother I have in ALL I wanted bought them for me. got home.. helped me put them on and I popped in the cassette into my boom box, did a performance of the song…(in the front yard). I felt alive, in touch and on fire as Tina always made me feel. She helped me understand how to feel when I perform. Just makes sense.. I thank my mother till this day for allowing me to be ME…. Parents who support their kids through every interest without judgement is allowing their child to grow creatively and organically. When parents shun things away out of fear is when the creative bus starts to melt away. Let your kids shine and let them be themselves in every moment of life.