The exercise wasn’t the least bit complex. In fact, I didn’t expect it to trigger the emotions that it did. Yet at that moment, I felt safe and grateful, and I wanted to hug him…. and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
You know that you are experiencing growth when you celebrate your past instead of allowing it to shame you.
When used properly, feelings can be used to help you move forward in life.
It is your obligation and duty to create a life that is in alignment with who you were created to be.
I couldn’t help but feel admiration for him. How does one stand up and make such a bold statement at the heals of your best friend ending his own life? Yet he spoke as eloquently as he could despite his pain. Little did he know that those words would echo in my mind for days to come.
Overcome with hopelessness and shame, I nervously paced each room of my empty house. The only thing louder than the desolate silence were the thoughts that came across my mind.
This week I’m sharing a post that I previously posted on a former blog of mine, called “Soultacos,” where I shared my experiences as a Chicano navigating his life between American and Mexican cultures.
Making that phone call was absolutely one of the scariest things that I have ever done. However, it helped clarify the truth surrounding a lie that I had believed for years. Owning up to believing the lie paved the way to hear the truth that I needed to hear.
My introduction to weight lifting was less than glorious. I was 20 years old, scrawny, and weak. At the time I weighed a total of 140 pounds, which was rather low for my 6-foot 1-inch height. Quite frankly I had grown tired of my physical condition.