​Coasting Vs. Paddling
My husband and I just came back from an awesome mini vacation in Florida. A vacation with him always involves a lot of fitness so we kayaked for two days. 
Honestly, I didn’t think I needed the vacation, I missed two work events, and am very driven. Otherwise known as, FOMO (Fear of missing out), which 
Contributes to adrenal exhaustion. Studies show how Social Media plays into this, as they feel left out of other activities. Social media tends to give us little bursts 
Of dopamine, the “feel-good” neurotransmitters, it gets released with a reward response in the brain. Anyhoo, this can actually be hard on our nervous systems. 
Once I got there, however, I realized how on edge I was, have been… The first two days, we were very active, I noticed my edginess in the evening,
And I was TIRED. I went to bed around 8 every night, on VACATION. I really didn’t want to be around a lot of people. 
I am an acupuncturist and my husband, and I have three kids between us, three tweens, I have to add. 
But, NO, I hadn’t been stressed, I wasn’t run down, I just needed to keep working. 
Maybe it was being around a lot of retired senior, but within three days, I felt ready to retire. The problem is, was, 
That I am only 41. How am I going to keep going, pushing and pushing? I have worked and gone to school most of my life. 
I started a second business about a year ago, which involves learning a whole new product line, I am an Acupuncturist and I run my own business. 
I have three kids and a husband. 
I am on several coaches mailing list and feel bombarded with information every day. I think many can relate to that, people often unsubscribe to me 
Newsletter, and I get, with social media and all these “go-getters” in the world, we are constantly being asked to DO, more more more.
If I don’t do it all, then where am I? Am I ok? Am I living up to my potential? 
I can’t help but remember the feeling of gliding on a kayak.
My husband and I usually share one. I am actually quite strong, I dance, practice massage therapy, and do yoga. I am stronger than I thought!
BUT It is nice, when we kayak together, we can both paddle through the rougher currents, or we can both glide through the smoother parts. 
When I got back, it felt very hard. I didn’t want to leave there. When we got home, my husband was sick, we came home to a dead car, 
A dead refrigerator, and dishwasher on the fritz (yes, first world problems). 
I started getting back into my business, but I just don’t feel like PUSHING, what happened to gliding? Can we get through rough patches, and just? 
Glide. I am 41. I have worked so hard to get to a place of flexible nice lifestyle; do I need to keep pushing? When does it end? 
Is this a sprint or a marathon? 
So right now, I want to glide and see what happens. Today I was meditating on the idea of miracles. How about that? How about gliding and 
Seeing new things with wonder, in Florida it was the crystal-clear reflection of the trees in the water, creating a perfect mirror and alternate 
Upside down reality, mangroves with barnacles and birds sitting proudly in the trees, some waiting, some making noise, some with wings expanded. 
My new story is to paddle and glide. How about ease? In our culture, why do we need to push so much? 
Perhaps we can flow with nature more, paddling when we need to, staying strong, and gliding intermittently. 
 
 
 

​A limbic 5 block drive to Middle School:
Meditation & Neurosculpting ® are all FINE and dandy, until faced with a real-life aggravating situation. 
Two of my kids are in Middle School, 5 blocks away. After a restless night, I felt some anxiety, something was off. 
It was snowing but that doesn’t usually bother me. It is Colorado after all. But my tires aren’t the greatest. 
I drove two of my girls to school. I got stuck in the parking lot and had to drive in reverse to get out. Fun. 
Luckily, most people had stayed home, smart., so there was room for be to back out and drive out the wrong way. 
Then I couldn’t make it up the tiny hill towards home. 
I should have left my car there (oh, hindsight is wonderful). 
Instead, I figured I would drive around and be able to get home. It was gridlock traffic everywhere. 
I felt my blood boiling, and very angry. Why did I have such crappy tires? Now I was going to have to shell
out money for good tires, enough of this! I felt my shoulders tense, up, everyone was driving slowly.
I needed momentum to get up the hill. The guy in front of my stopped, He had room to go, 
And he STOPPED. Great I was stuck. And, now I had to to go to the bathroom. 
About halfway through this, I worked towards shifting my mind towards gratitude. 
I have been adamantly practicing gratitude for a month or two, religiously. (I live a very 
Privileged life, I am an upper middle-class white female, I am self-employed, I am mostly healthy. I don’t have much 
I should complain about except teenagers) 
Thankfully, the person behind me gave me space, I was able to turn into a gas 
Station, there weren’t any good spots. I inched my way up a hill to turn left to another place 
I could park. I got behind the tow truck, YAY! No such luck. I was stuck in the middle of the 
Intersection. Everyone waited patiently for me to turn around. 
I finally made it to park in front of the Grange, a small community building, I thought, 
“Hey, If they have Zumba tonight, I’ll come get my car.! “! I looked down at my Grinch pajama pants. Yay, a 
41-year-old mom walking down the road in Bright Green pants,awesome!!!
I got these pajamas for Christmas (let’s just say I am not a morning person, so the kids thought it was funny). 
I sat shaking in my car. I let my body quiver, and re-set itself. Phew, that had been frightening, and had not felt 
Safe. My thoughts began to shift, there was a battle a battle of my limbic (terrified, unsafe,
not having the right tires, tires are expensive, blah blah.) Then my Pre-Frontal (the more elolved part of the brain)
brain saying, This is good, you need to get new tires, so you can go skiing, and feel safe.”
After my pause (slight tantrum)in the car, I stepped outside. I started to walk, thankfully I had bundled up, 
thankfully I had warm clothing on, thankfully I was walking and not in a car with all these are 
Other cars sliding around, Grateful to not put myself and others in danger. The snow was hitting my face 
face,  I didn’t care, I was so happy to be out of my car, I embraced  ( owned it)my bright green pants, I laughed.
 I listened to the guy blasting punk, smoking a joint ( we all have our coping skills).
 I saw four cars pulled over (I wasn’t alonein my struggle).
I finally got home. Home, Safe. The universe gave me a day to catch up on some projects, blogging, 
Working on some passive income ( so buying tires isn’t stressful), preparing for a trip, building a snow man with my little step-daughter. 
This is how we can work our limbic system in real life. Thank God, I have legs that could walk me 
through the snow, warm socks and shoes to keep my feat warm and dry. The fear drained out of 
my body and some joy, wonder eased its way in. Now I am at home blogging and making
chocolate chip banana muffins, warm and dry, with heat. Time to make a snow man! 
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