Today is one of those days that will determine if the road to our dreams is going to be an easy one, or if hurdles in our way will become mountains in need of shifting, using a shovel and wheelbarrow.
We’ve found the land and fallen in love with a house, the difficult part is getting the timing right, banks to come to the party, and sellers to except offers…in my gut I know we’ll get there, but it’s how treacherous the road ahead will be that has me most curious, nervous, daunted. I look forward to switching to excited…time will tell if that is today or set for the not too distant future.
Wish me luck!
❤ Brenna x
If I had to sum myself up with one word passionate would be it. I like to look at the world and see it for its possibilities. These possibilities may lurk in the most obvious of places, or at times they’re in need of being dug from the deepest depths. Through my rose coloured glasses I see these possibilities as opportunities!
Obstacles placed in my path are mere challenges to test my passion…my desire…my commitment…if the possibility is one worth pursuing, little will stop me from claiming it as as an opportunity!
Looking back to when I was a child, I’ve never been any different. For example, Limbo was my favourite party game. The thrill of the challenge, an obstacle in the way of winning a prize. Flexibility and strategy became my most valuable tools. I stood back and watched as others approached the bar…too soon they took their stance, covering a distance too great in a bent position, only to fall shy of slipping under the bar. I took my time, walked up as close to the bar as possible, and bent back far enough to slip under to claim victory. I worked on my flexibility, and I rarely lost the game.
Little athletics occupied my Saturday morning for many years, hurdles were my favourite event, as was high jump. Again, the challenge of knowing I had to clear an obstacle in order to make it to the finish line drove me to push myself harder. Overcoming a snag set in my path provided such a thrill.
Whilst my first attempt at hurdles may have been a little difficult, my style a little messy…actually, probably a lot messy and a lot difficult…it wasn’t long before the obstacles in my way didn’t even hinder my stride…but, the sensation of soaring over those hurdles never failed to excite me. The rush was like an addiction, and my passion to conquer the challenge, encouraged me to run faster and to jump higher.
Life is not unlike the party game or the track event…hurdles were made for jumping over, limbo a game of flexibility…take opportunities in you stride, find your passion, and manifest your dreams into reality!
❤ Brenna x
A few bad chapters does not mean your story is over.
Have you ever noticed that challenges sent to test us tend not to fly solo? As if one lesson at a time is not enough to learn, instead the lessons pile up to form a mountain too high to see the sun still shining on the other side.
At times there may seem no easy way around the mountain, leaving you no choice but to dig a tunnel straight through the middle. Now, this may not be the easy option, nor a quick fix solution, and you may have to venture through deeper and darker territory before you see even a glimmer of hope. But, just think how much brighter the light will seem once you break through to the other side.
Believe in yourself. Rewrite your story, a couple of times if that’s what it takes. Your happily ever after is waiting for you.
❤ Brenna x