Your title is not what defines you, you define you

Dear Readers,

As I was preparing for the “First Monday Night Prayer” which is a night our church family shares in community, food, and prayer I got to thinking about labels.

Somewhere along the road, I decided that being a Christian meant that you had to quote the bible all the time and it “looked” a certain way. I am delighted to find that life is full of so much more gray than that.

Take me for instance, I have many hats. I am a speaker, a manager, a coach, and an actor and a singer. Those are just a few. I am also a sister, an aunt, and hopefully one day, Mom.  This singing that I did for the church is as a direct result of my performance history and my wanting show my love for God. This post is not so much about that as the realization that you don’t have to accept the label that people give you especially when its a negative one.

Statement- Oh, she is a Christian- so she is righteous and religious and judges me.

No, I am a Christian, who believes in God, and is here to serve others and more importantly to meet YOU where YOU are. No judging here.

Statement- Oh she is an actor- so she is flighty and undependable

No, I am an actor which means I show up on time ( to fight that stereotype ) and am dedicated to my craft and work harder than anyone you have ever seen to bring a character to life.

So what is the point in all this you ask? Simple, you are the only one who puts limits on who YOU really are. A wealth of things await you in this life, all you have to do is be brave enough to call yourself what you are and own it.

This quote from Zen Pencils (you should really check this stuff out its inspiring) really landed on me.. especially because this is one of my favourite quotes by Marianne Williamson-

http://zenpencils.com/comic/65-marianne-williamson-our-deepest-fear/

“our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate….. our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure”

It was scary for me to sing for God, mostly because I have never done it before, but shining my “light” in that way made me feel really good and I hope it helped someone else see, “Hey, I could do that, too!”

Think about It…. FirstMondayPrayer

Wave it forward, will ya?

I was driving home in rush-hour tonight and navigating the methodical stop and go flow of traffic and despite numerous allowances by me to other drivers,  (6) I received not one wave of courtesy. I do not expect a wave every time, but usually on a typical day I can count on one or two. Not one. This put me into a foul mood. I have no rational reason to be upset, those other drivers very well could have been unaware of the driving benevolence I bestowed… but come one.. not ONE?

I know that the opinions on this vary greatly but since this is my blog I will go ahead and put mine forth here and now. Its pretty simple. When in doubt of whether a wave is needed, wave.

I have a theory that the world would be a nicer place if we all waved at each other in traffic when a favor is done for you. I know it seems like a small thing and quite the far-fetched theory but stick with me. If you pay it forward, by buying someone’s cofffe in the drive thru behind you (try it sometime, its tons of fun and not too much moola) you don’t do that in the hopes that someone else will do it for you, you do it because its a random act of kindness and it makes you feel good and likely makes someone else feel good and before you know it we have a ripple effect of everyone in the world being nice to each other and people smiling instead of frowning.

Now its acknowledged that traffic is unpleasant and sitting in it mind-numbingly dull and the tendency toward quick tempers being riled is high. So, the next time you are in traffic and you need to “get over” even if you think you have plenty of room and the driver behind you didn’t “really need to go out of their way to let you in” wave it forward, will ya?

What are some things that get you steaming mad?

What do you do to cool off?

What is your prferred method 5 miles over, 5 miles under or just at the speed limit?