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Experiencing Tower Moments

I’m sure you have experienced it, the feeling that your entire world is crumbling down around your ears.  I call these moments tower moments. In Tarot the tower card depicted above shows and explosive scene of despair and destruction.  The tower, and what it symbolizes is a very misunderstood event. In the very moment you feel everything crumbling, whether it be something you worked hard for, or something you feared, it can feel catastrophic, heartbreaking, unfair, or hopeless. If you focus on the destruction of the tower and your disappointment; or you cling to the situation or person that is being forcefully removed to re align you, you will make yourself miserable. You will miss out on the lesson and the blessing god is trying to give you. The more you try to keep the things, people, perspectives, and behaviors that are meant to be removed the more you will have to repeat the tower moment.

It is my belief that the most painful, explosive shifts in our lives are a tool that the power greater than ourselves uses to re align us or wake us up.  It’s almost like he’s saying “If I make it louder and more painful maybe she will hear me this time, Maybe she will understand this person or path isn’t meant for her.”

My most recent tower moment was with a career path I went down, and also with someone I considered a dear friend and a family member.  I cannot go into too many details Because of my privacy regulations from working as a realtor. I can tell you I poured my heart and soul into becoming a great realtor, I sacrificed and worked myself to the bone without pay. I was very proud of my hard work and I was ecstatic when I landed two listings within a month.

The next three months I had everything set up for both clients. Then the tower moments came. One from bad circumstances, the other was out of nowhere, I lost both listings and my reputation with my business.

The night I found out about the second deal blowing up, I put the kids to bed, then went to try to sleep and audibly sobbed for most of the night. I was so distraught I made myself physically ill and ended up having to call into my part time job the next morning.

The one deal that devastated me the most was the one that came from nowhere, I was ready to throw in the flag. Thankfully I have an amazing support network that helped me wait until I had a clear mind to make a decision. Now I see that whole scenario was ment to remove people from mylife, and re align me with my life’s purpose.

If it weren’t for this earth shattering experience I would still be falling into the same patterns and stuck in a place of non growth. I had become stagnant. I didn’t want to let people dear to me go even though they were unhealthy for me. Now even though I am still mourning the loss of people and things I had wanted, it’s also like a breath of fresh air. I have more room to grow and I am running with it.

Just remember when things look the darkest, and are the most painful, look for the lesson, look for where you need to grow and you will find the light, count your blessing and not your problems. Address those problems within yourself and grow baby grow!

Healing, Growing, Loving

Ali

Self Care-SOS!

If you follow this page regularly the topic of self care comes up pretty often. It will probably continue to come up as it seems to be a hard one for people.

In particular -parents

Moms especially. There are whole memes devoted to this very thing.

For whatever reason some of us are hard wired to believe if we take a moment we are being selfish. I’ll even take it one step further some of us, we don’t even know how to ask for help. Or say I’m hurting, I need a break, I need help, I need a hug.

Me. Ok, I’m referring to myself. But I’m pretty confident quite a few of you reading this struggle with it too. For me I never want to be a burden, appear weak, or put anyone out. So I usually just keep powering through until I can’t.

I’m here to tell you that is not the best way to go.

Typically it means I get horribly sick. So I have gotten better about going to bed early. Rather than staying up trying to make everything picture perfect. Baby steps in the process.

I am a bit envious of people who are able to openly say things suck. Some even on social media. I’m hesitant to go that route though. I have an acquaintance who regularly laments her life. Reactions are varied. Which is why I and I think other people sometimes just dig in and keep on keeping on.

I don’t want to appear negative or needy or not capable. I have been on my own so long, even with my own parents it can be hard to ask for their help when I’m sick.

To put it in perspective I get chronic migraines, rather than just tell people I have a migraine I have to cancel. I say I’m not feeling the best. I’m too embarrassed to say I have a headache.

That’s silliness. I know, but somewhere along the way… I was made to feel I shouldn’t ask.

To REALLY put in perspective I have had two really serious health and family things happen recently. Maybe two people know. And that’s because one noticed I seemed not myself and the other I had to ask to be my emergency contact.

As parents, Moms, wives, partners, friends, sisters, daughters we are working so hard at being the sparkly rock of support, care and love for everyone else we sometimes don’t know how or forget it’s ok to ask for help.

It’s ok.

Really

You are not any less you for needing a moment or a hand. In fact you’re tougher for knowing to ask. Rather than letting it explode. Take it from the fire starter writing this.

In the last few years I’ve been incredibly fortunate in that my circle is teaching me it’s ok to ask.

This week was tough and my body retaliated in kind. For the first time in a long time I had someone making sure I was ok. My heart is still full from it.

The love and care you give out- Mommas, it’s beyond ok to get that back. But in case you forget I’ll be here reminding you.

❤️

Caprise

Have Kids They Said- It Will Be Fun They Said

Have Kids They Said- It Will Be Fun They Said….

I’m sure you have all heard that phrase before, right?!? I’m not exactly sure who “they” are, but I’m thinking they were drunk or high or maybe even both when “they” came up with that phrase. I know what you are thinking right now…. wow that’s harsh. Maybe, maybe not! Don’t get me wrong, I love my girls more than anything in this world and they are the best two miracles to have ever entered my life. I’m just saying that sometimes (ok, maybe most times) parenting can be downright exhausting. Especially the times when you are grocery shopping and your children are in the dreaded car cart (damn carts) acting out the latest WWF moves with each other.

Back before I had children I planned everything and became anxious and irritated if something didn’t go according to that plan. Then I became pregnant with Emerson and I was beyond thrilled, I started planning her extravagant (maybe it was a bit over the top) nursery right away. Well, apparently Emerson didn’t like plans and decided that she was going to enter the world 4 weeks early after I was diagnosed with severe preeclampsia and hospitalized. When we were finally able to bring Emerson home I realized very quickly that my OCD like behaviors were going to have to take a backseat. There was not enough time in the day to tend to a newborn while sleep deprived and keep a spotless house.

Fast forward almost two years later and I became pregnant with Amelia. I could’ve sworn she was a boy during my entire first trimester. I was so convinced that I had been giving away a lot of Emerson’s girly baby clothes because I wouldn’t need them for a boy. I will never forget the day we did gender reveal cupcakes and Emerson ate into it while I watched on in anticipation awaiting the blue frosting in the middle. The frosting was pink…. I cut open all half dozen cupcakes because I was sure it was a mistake. This confession I always feel bad about, but I can own it. I cried… I cried because I wanted a little boy so badly. I got over it quickly and realized how grateful and thankful I was to have become pregnant again in the first place.

I never in a million years imagined myself being a single mom raising two little girls, it really was not in my life plan. I had met someone ten years ago, whom I thought at that time was my prince charming. Both of our careers were on track, we had each other, and we were living our best lives. Maybe fairy tales really did exist, or at least that is what I thought at the time. Then my world came crashing down on me one piece at a time until I stood at the center of a web of lies and my fairy tale became my worst nightmare.

I’m slowly picking up those pieces and have my friends and family to lean on for support. I look at my girls when they are playing so nicely together (rare moments) and I just have to smile and remind myself that everything truly does happen for a reason. Maybe fairy tales are more complicated in real life, maybe they do not exist at all. However, I owe it to my girls and to myself to keep writing our story, you just never know where it will end up 😉

Remember, hugs are always free!

xX Tamara xX