Badass-ness coming my way

Happy Monday,

How is everyone doing on this amazing and beautiful Monday evening? Did you enjoy your weekend? I did. Anyone go to a Halloween party or two? Did you find your inner child and dress up with an I don’t care attitude. Did you have the attitude of just enjoying the moment. Enjoying being silly again? I sure you hope so. I know John and I did.

John and I dressed up as Mr. and Mrs. Scarecrow for a Halloween party and we had a blast. We even played Packman, Centipede and Space Invaders. It’s been a hot minute since I played any sort of video game, but playing Packman sure brought me back to being young again.

We even won and award. We’re not exactly sure who got best costume award, but one of us did.

This past week has been filled with lots of anxiety about where we’ll be landing in life, but it also had glimpses of amazement, love and blessings. I’ve needed a reminder or two about letting go and letting God. I’ve spent a great deal of time in prayer and supplication to my creator and I’ve come to realize, some answers aren’t mine to know right now, and that’s okay.

John and I were presented with a pretty hard decision this week, at least the decision was difficult for me, so I turned it over to him and asked him if he would make the decision for us and he did. Of course before handling our decision, he made sure he understood my fears along with where my head with the big picture of things. He reminded me that even with this path we’re on, we can always veer off to the right or to the left. He’s leaving the guidance to our Pilot in life and with John’s strength and confidence, I know I’m in good hands. I have the best of both worlds. God is our Pilot and John is sitting in the cockpit as co-pilot, at least in my world.

Last week Monday I went to an incredible all ladies poison apple Halloween party. It was just what I needed. Being surrounded by some badass women. Seeing them having fun, knowing they all showed up after accomplishing another badass day in their lives.

I think some of the evil queens left before the photo shot, because I know there were a couple more gals who looked simply, the evilest, in a good way of course. Dear readers, let me say this, every one of these women I was and am surrounded by in my life are intelligent, strong, loyal and accomplished. Each and every one of these amazing ladies is supportive and they are cheerleaders through and through. They have taught me so much about true friendship. I am blessed to know them all.

Today while taking my walk, it came to me. I have been so blessed to be surrounded by so many incredible role models in the friendship group I have come to love living my lake life. Each and every woman is badass. Now before we get too much further along, let me share with you what it means to be badass. At least according to Simple English Wiktionary.

Yes, the term badass is slang, and it is a compliment. Badass means: (slang) A person who has extreme attitudes and behavior and is admired by others. In this sense, calling someone a badass is a compliment.-Simple English Wiktionary.

Now I’m not one who is into slangs, after all, I am a writer and we writers generally do our best to use proper English. In this case however, I think the slang fits.

I have often been told, surround yourself with likeminded people. Surround yourself with people who you aspire to be like. When we do this, we begin to see ourselves in their stories. We do our best to accomplish greater in life and with the true friendships, we do this without judgment.

The women I’ve come to know during my time here in the lake are role models and each of them encourage me to be better in different ways.

Last night I had the opportunity to chat with one of my friends who never lets me make excuses. I love her for that, and she knows who she is. This incredible woman asked me about things happening in our home, you know, the one we rent. When I explained to her a general idea of what’s going on she asked me if I considered buying the condo a few homes down. It was in that moment it came to me in full clarity. I told her while I love the condo and I couldn’t ask for better neighbors and friends, I want a single-family home, not a condo, at least for now. Then I went onto explain to her how much I loved the condo that’s for sale, but the warm and fuzzies John and I both got while out doing the Halloween home judging contest, I felt this sense of warmth and contentment. I see us decorating for all the holidays and being able to have larger gatherings with family and friends in a single-family home. My friend said to me in the kindest way, “if you buy the condo I know you’ll be happy. I know you’ll make it a home, but you are settling. You’re still young and a single-family home is completely understandable and reasonable. Don’t settle.”

Okay, I won’t. Even if we do end up buying the condo, I know it will be His will and plan for us.

My wonderful friends, all of them, all of you, have showed me who I want to be. You’ve all helped me discover myself in this crazy journey called life. John’s set me on my path to writing a blog. Before he came along, I had never heard of a blog and look at me now, I’m a blogger, soon to be a professional crafter and hopefully soon, a podcaster and YouTuber.

Last night at the Halloween party, I sat in amazement. I sat amongst some pretty amazing ladies who have accomplished so much in their lives. One of my friends is a dog trainer. Not by profession, but she trains her own and pups for a select group of friends and family. She’s been doing this since she was in high school. Now that’s determination, after all, if you’ve ever had a pup, you know the amount of training it requires.

Being among such brilliant minds was inspiring and it made me more determined to become more successful in this life. I want to contribute more. I want to see where my writing and crafting take me. I know going back to work isn’t an option for me, at least not full time. I also know I have certain talents I need to tap more into and learn to make passive income to supplement my disability. On good health days I can write and craft. On bad health days, my body yells at me and I don’t accomplish much. I also know I need to be more disciplined and take advantage of my good days and work a little harder on those days.

Life is hard. Life is busy and life is expensive. Life is also about being creative. No, I don’t mean arts and crafts and those sorts of things, not unless that’s you’re calling. I mean, being creative in finding ways to make an income outside of a traditional job. A dear friend has told me on multiple occasions, “there’s lots of ways you can make a passive income by being creative. What needs to folks have and how can you help? Think outside the box and you will find a way.” Thank you Jan. You are right and you’ve given me some incredible ideas. Ideas I plan to put into motion.

I want to be a badass woman, just like all my girlfriends. I want to be an accomplished woman whose worked hard and whose helped others in this world. That’s what being badass means to me.

Well guys. My day has again escaped me. I have two more days of getting up at the crack of darkness, then I can enjoy more home time.

Sleep tight my friends and don’t forget, Love Life++ Hugs.