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Her Whole Life Is Different Now (Wildheart Case Study)

It’s me, Sally, again.

You might have noticed I’ve been writing to you a lot lately, and I want you to know a couple of things.

One is that I won’t be posting quite as often after this week. (I know, you’ll miss me, right? Hehe. ;))

And the other is that the REASON I keep popping up isn’t because I want to bug you or force you to do anything weird like join a group you’re totally not into.

I just know that life is busy, and sometimes opportunities come along and we miss them because we go, “Oh this looks cool!” and then think, “I’ll decide later.”

And I GET IT.

I’ve done it a million times myself.

But the other day I was talking to a brilliant Wildheart, Devon Combs, and she mentioned just a few of the amazing things she’s gotten out of being a Wildheart…

And because I’m SO excited about Devon’s success (and want everyone to experience stuff like this!) I thought I’d share her specific case study with you, because it’s pretty darn exciting, and is EXACTLY why Wildheart exists.

I’ll let Devon take it from here:

“When I started Wildheart, I was stuck in a real estate career and living in the city, both things that were draining me energetically.”

“Through the Wildheart group and Sally’s coaching, I “took the leap” and left real estate to pursue my dream of living on a horse ranch and pursuing my Beyond the Arena business full time.

“I’m living my dream and I feel fortunate that I get to continue to plug into the Wildheart community for ongoing support, encouragement and tips as I continue to expand my business and become a better entrepreneur.

“Thanks to Wildheart, I’m literally living life on my own terms and I’ve never felt more free, personally and professionally.”

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Wow, I don’t know about you, but I find that pretty freakin’ amazing!

Devon went from living in the city and working in real estate, to living on a ranch and working with horses to help improve others’ lives—which is what REALLY makes her want to jump out of bed in the morning and make sh*t happen.

And you know, I thought what she had to say specifically about the Wildheart tools and resources might be of interest to you too.

Because she’s gotten some VERY specific things out of her time in Wildheart that have allowed her to make these dramatic changes in her life.

So, back to Devon…

“What I love most about Wildheart is that I can show up to the various coaching “hours” with a specific question—and Ellen, Sally and Natalie each help me laser in to the heart of the matter and get clarity, support and an “aha” right away which otherwise would have taken me weeks of trying to figure it out on my own.

“The benefits to me are:

Having access to a group of top notch coaching professionals all under
one roof/in one group.

Sally has created an incredibly safe and sacred Wildheart group container. It’s a place and space where I can be open and vulnerable (especially being a coach myself!) and share my ups and downs in business and personal relationships. There is NO judgment in the Wildheart group and it’s an invaluable experience to receive support and validation for being exactly who I am!

Not feeling “alone” as I build my business and can chime into the group and during the calls to ask questions and receive INSTANT support, encouragement and inspiration from fellow Wildhearts and the coaches.

Coaching to help me remove blocks and overcome hurdles as I continue to grow my business AND accountability for taking action on a weekly basis.”

I’m seriously jumping-up-and-down excited for what’s happening in Devon’s life, and at the same time I’m SO honored to have played a part in helping her make big changes, using all the tools and benefits she’s just mentioned.

So… what about YOU?

Are you ready to make a big change in your life?

Or, is your life already AWESOME—and you just crave a safe haven where you can find ongoing support and resources to help you keep going in the direction you want to go?

Either way, Wildheart’s got what you need. (click right here to find out how)

We’re here to support you every step of the way in leading a REVOLUTIONARY life—even if “revolutionary” just means you get to do what you want to do, all day, every day.

(You don’t have to have plans for world domination to be a Wildheart!)

I’d love to see you on the inside of the Revolution.

And I’ll just close this post with a few parting words from the super-smart, peacefully rebellious Devon once again:

“Being a Wildheart has shown me that I AM capable of creating a lifestyle that aligns with my values. I highly recommend The Wildheart Revolution if you’re ready to live life on your own terms and want to tools on how to get there. It WILL change your life if you jump in :) Viva Wildheart!”

I couldn’t agree more, Devon—Viva Wildheart!

And, if YOU are interested in living a revolutionary life (while there’s still time)…

I’d love to see you on the inside of The Wildheart Revolution. (click here to find out way more about it) :)

You ready to rock?

Sally

P.S. The doors to the Wildheart Revolution are closing this Friday, November 14. Jump in while you can! :)

 

I Turned Over My Life To A Guy With A Backpack (My Wildheart Adventure)

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Generally speaking, anytime I’m in an airplane, my main goal is to stay INSIDE the plane.

Meaning, my goal is to remain in my safe little tin-can cocoon that is flying through the sky.

I don’t desire to open the doors and experience what 30,000 feet in the air feels like. In fact, that’s the last thing I want when I’m flying.

Usually.

Which is why it was so weird when I decided to go skydiving a few months ago.

Well, actually, I should say that my friend decided it was time for me to go skydiving.

He had just been diagnosed with cancer and had skydiving on his bucket list, and therefore decided that I had it on mine too.

(Which I actually did, although I was moving at a snail’s pace towards this “dream.”)

To be REALLY honest…

When I created my bucket list, I didn’t really think too much about what I put on there.

Skydiving was one of those things that felt like, “Yeah I should totally do that!” but not because I had the deep desire to fling myself out of a moving plane… More like because a lot of people do it and it seems cool and must be an experience worth having.

So when it came time for me to actually put my money where my bucket list was, I WAS SCARED.

So scared that I literally prayed (TO GOD…no less) that it would rain that day so we couldn’t jump.

I prayed to get sick.

Or that my friend would get a cold or something.

(Bad…I know. But anything so we wouldn’t have to jump!)

Alas, I woke up that Saturday morning to a perfect warm, bluebird-friendly Montana day.

Dammit. I thought.

The whole drive to the drop zone, I was quiet.

Trying not to show my friend that I was scared.

Trying not to shake the entire car with my nervous foot twitch.

And when we got to the jump site, my stomach dropped. There was no turning back. They had already checked us in.

We filled out the paperwork. Me…still as silent as can be.

The guys who worked there were all cracking jokes. I’m sure they get this all the time. People being scared. For them, it’s just another day at work.

I watched one of the guys pack up the parachute. Just like that. Laying it on the ground and folding it up and putting it back in the backpack-looking thing, like it was no big deal.

I thought,

“What if he just broke up with his girlfriend and is so distracted and misses a step?”

or

“What if he’s hungover and forgets an important part?”

Essentially this guy had my life in his hands and was folding it up into a little backpack as we spoke.

SO bizarre.

And then they strapped me in and put me into a tiny little plane.

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And when I say tiny, I mean TINY.

Like there is only room for four people in it…total.

We took off and my heart was pounding and I was trying to act normal, but inside, I was terrified. And still in a bit of disbelief that in a few short moments I would be jumping out of an airplane.

The ground beneath us got further and further away so that pretty soon, all we could see was colors. And land formations. And segmented plots of land. And sky.

Granted, it was Montana so it was beautiful, but as we got higher and higher, I got more and more scared.

Until suddenly, I remembered something that my friend told me before I left the house.

He said:

“Enjoy every last second of the experience. Have your eyes open the whole time. Be calm. And be happy knowing that you’re about to see a view that only birds get to see. You will be flying, so don’t you DARE close your eyes.”

And so in those last moments in the plane, I repeated that over and over again. I meditated.

I told myself I was going to be just fine.

And a few minutes later, it was GO time.

It was my job to open the airplane door, which entailed rolling up a plastic covering that went over the door.

My tandem partner, Willie, then told me to scoot out over the edge of the plane and hold on to him. He would be sitting on the edge of the plane while my feet and bum dangled over.

The air was colder than I expected. The view was just as scary (and just as beautiful) as I imagined it would be.

And as I scooted to the edge of that plane, I knew there was no turning back.

This was happening whether I liked it or not.

And so I took a deep breath, feeling both scared and a bit calm.

Willie counted to three. And then rolled us out of the plane.

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We did three spins.

And then… the strangest thing happened.

It was calm. Almost meditative.

And as I watched the plane get further and further away from us, all I could feel was pure presence.

I was THERE, right then. And nowhere else.

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And here’s the thing I realized.

I didn’t have that “stomach dropping” feeling, like if I’d been on a roller coaster. Rather, it was more like… floating.

And I did that for awhile.

And then…

I was just… FLYING.

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And you know what?

I had the BIGGEST smile on my face.

Because I knew I had done something that scared the shit out of me. That I had done something I never thought I could.

And because… FLYING!

And I kept my eyes open so I wouldn’t miss one second of the experience. And I took it all in.

And then when I landed I had an exhilarating mix of emotions.

Pride, excitement, adrenaline, accomplishment, anticipation of doing it again.

And I realized that something bigger had happened that would eclipse all those other emotions.

It’s a bit hard to articulate, but the best way I know to describe my mindset about this experience is…

If I can literally throw myself out of an airplane…I can do anything.

Seriously.

Think about it.

Most people fear getting into an airplane accident. At least once on every flight I take, I think of crashing, or the fact it’s so bizarre I’m in a tin can in the sky.

If I can throw myself OUT OF one of those flying tin cans, on purpose—and not spontaneously combust…

And more than that—if I can enjoy it and find it meditative…

Then I can get through anything.

Skydiving was possibly the scariest (physical) thing I had done up to that point.

And I got through it with relative ease and grace.

I was scared beyond belief, but I did it. And because I did it, my life is richer and more beautiful than before.

The scary part was everything leading up to the jump. The anticipation of “all that could possibly go wrong”. The assumption that it was going to be scary and dangerous.

But the jump itself? And after the jump?

It was pure presence and freedom and beauty.

And you know what? That’s what life is like.

We live most of our days in our heads, going over and over all the things that could possibly go wrong.

The perceived (and totally made up) conclusions about what it’s all going to be like.

We imagine ourselves in pain, or hurting, and so we let that stop us from even getting to the airport.

(That’s what I was doing when I was praying for bad weather, or cold and flu season, or ANY excuse not to go through with my plans, on the way to my skydiving adventure.)

But if we don’t take the leap, we won’t learn the most important lesson of all.

Which is?

If you don’t jump, you can’t fly. (Tweet this!)

And even more important–if you don’t fly, you don’t experience all that your life has to offer.

And if you don’t experience all that your life has to offer, then you’re just going through the motions. Filling the minutes, unconsciously, until you die.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend my entire life not really LIVING.

And speaking of living life to its fullest, that’s exactly why I created the Wildheart Revolution.

Skydiving may not be on your bucket list, but what IS? And what steps are you taking to cross items off that list, one by one?

If it’s taking a long time to make your dreams happen (or you just REALLY want to kick those dreams into high gear) then I’d love for you to consider taking a “leap” into the Wildheart Revolution.

I know it can sometimes actually seem scary to join a new community or program, or make ANY sort of decision (coaching, therapy, bodywork, you name it) that will support you in being the best you can be.

I also know that it’s a million percent worth it.

Because when are you going to start living full out, if not right NOW? (Tweet this!)

If you’re already moving towards all the exciting things you want for your life, that’s awesome, and I’d still love to see you inside the Revolution! Because we all run into snags here and there and need a strong and supportive community to help us get through those rough spots.

And if you’re already a Wildheart, or you just want to add a comment below, I’d LOVE to hear from you.

What big “leap” have you taken lately that scared you senseless, but you did it anyway? Or what leap do you WANT to take, but just feel too scared to do it?

Share baby, share!

Oh, and speaking of sharing… here is a video of my skydiving experience, to inspire YOU to take a big leap of your own today. :)

Hope to see you on the inside of the Revolution, Wildheart.

xo,

Sally

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The ONLY Thing You Need To Do To Get Anything You Want In Life

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Yesterday, I graduated.

I was on my motorcycle, about to make a left hand turn onto our Main Street in town. The light turned green, I kicked my gear into first, rolled on the throttle, checked for traffic, pointed my head in the direction I wanted to go, and rolled on through. Smooth as can be.

Now, I know this might be sound all that exciting to you. But for the first time that I could remember, I felt confident in that turn. I was like “yeah I got this” and rolled on the throttle as though I was an old pro just doing my thang.

Up to that point, every turn I ever made on my motorcycle was nerve-wracking. I’d have to talk myself up a bit (“you can do this…look, roll on the throttle, go”). I was stiff. A bit wobbly. Trying to remember all the pointers from my motorcycle safety class. I felt like a beginner.

And in that moment, yesterday, I smiled inside my little helmet. And I said to myself “I DID IT!”

I had graduated. From conscious incompetence to conscious competence. And it felt freakin good.

So how did I do it?

I kept getting on that bike and riding. Again and again.

Until my actions became second nature. Until I didn’t have to think about it. Until I didn’t have to say “look, throttle, go” in my head anymore because my bike and I were one. We’d done this many times before together, and now….it was no big deal.

And it’s the same with anything in life that at first feels super hard, scary, and impossible, but is like no big deal after you’ve done it for awhile.

I felt that way with coaching. With yoga. With shooting. With heartbreak, traveling alone, falling in love after said heartbreak. With blogging, being vulnerable, moving to Montana, meditating regularly (ESPECIALLY this one), exercising consistently, and a million other things.

My friends, personal clients, and Wildhearts have all had similar experiences. And I’ve discovered something interesting by watching them and observing my own life.

I’ve been a coach for over 5 years now. I’d guess that that has me coaching probably over about 2000 hours.

And in that time I’ve learned that, really, there is only ONE thing that people care about.

How to get from point A to point B.

Think about it…we ALL want something. We all want Point B. That bigger vision of what we see for ourselves. The shiny dream life we all imagine.

Whether it be a better body, better finances, a relationship, a baby, a new car, enough money to go on that retreat you’ve been eyeing, more freedom. And on and on.

And yet, where the pain and suffering comes in, is that we’re at Point A…and wanting to be somewhere else.

As a coach, I often get asked “HOW?” How do I get what I’m really wanting? What steps do I need to take? How do I get there?

And what I’ve seen is that everyone wants the shortcut. They want the answer that is going to save them and fix whatever Point A problem they’re facing.

And what I’ve actually found is that it is 100% possible to get to Point B, but not the way most people are doing it.

In fact it’s way more simple than you might imagine.

The way you get from Point A to Point B is practice taking action. Every day. (Tweet this!)

That’s it.

We tend to think change needs to be some grandiose thing that happens, that all of a sudden, everything is different now.

But the truth is, change happens when you consistently practice doing and being the thing you want.

About a year ago, I couldn’t get through a five-minute meditation. Now…I meditate at least 30 minutes a day, on top of whatever Kundalini thing I’m doing. And crave more. How did I get there? From doing TONS of five-minute meditations. Over and over again. Every day. Even when I didn’t feel like it.

 

About a year ago I almost had a heart attack every time I turned a corner on my motorcycle. Now…I roll through the intersection with ease and confidence. How did I get there? I rode the hell out of my motorcycle. Over and over. Even when I felt scared.

Think about the actor Chris Pratt. Mega superstar from the movie Guardians of the Galaxy (and mega hottie). Think he just came up on the scene?? NOPE. He was at it for 15 years before he got his major star status. He showed up for his roles, again and again. (I’m guessing, even when he didn’t feel like it.)

Life is full of stories like this. There’s no such thing as “overnight” success. And yet people want it. They want those six figures businesses, like yesterday, and the book deal after only being in business five minutes.

And the truth is…you CAN reach superstar status, but the way to do it is from practicing. It’s from continuously working on your stuff over and over and over again until it’s at star level.

Your revolutionary life isn’t going to happen overnight. You’re not going to wake up one day and be famous. Or find that one idea that your whole career is going to hinge on.

Your revolutionary life is going to happen because you’ve done the work. You’ve shown up for it every single day, even when you didn’t feel like it. (Tweet this!)

And the good news is that you can start TODAY.

Now, while you’re on that wild ride from Point A to Point B, it’s going to feel daunting. And scary. Like you can’t possibly get on that yoga mat today and start meditating. And that’s ok. It’s all normal.

That’s why you’re going to need support. Because we all know that it’s much, much easier to stay under the covers when we’re scared. You need people who will draw you out and remind you why you started on this road to begin with.

I’ve built an entire community, The Wildheart Revolution, around providing that support. Because I want everyone to live out whatever revolution is calling them (even if it’s just a quiet one!).

Either way, it’s crucial that you find the support and accountability you need to stay consistent and to keep taking action towards your dreams. Every day. Even when you don’t feel like it.

So my challenge for you today is simple (not easy, but simple): what action can you take TODAY, and every day, toward something you want to have, be, or do in your life?

What will you commit to doing repeatedly until it becomes a part of you?

Let me know in the comments below. I’d love to hear what actions you’re taking toward your very own revolutionary life.

Vroom vroom, she says,

Sally

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Don’t Tell Me What To Do: A Guide To Being Spiritual

 

I had a conversation recently that really pissed me off. I’d like to share it with you, not just to rant or anything, but because what I realized as a result of that conversation could be helpful to YOU, too.

But before I jump into that, a quick story:

Back in high school I was confused. I mean, who isn’t confused at age 16?

But seriously, the reason I was confused was because I didn’t fit in anywhere — but not in the way you are probably thinking.

I was in the “popular” crowd. I was a cheerleader. I dated the running back. I had tons of friends. I seemed like I was fitting in just fine.

But yet, I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. I didn’t know how to reconcile the different aspects of myself.

The fact that I loved cheer, but also loved blasting Fugazi one day, and Snoop Dogg the next, out the windows of my 4-door Honda Accord as I drove out of the school parking lot.

Or that I was highly intelligent, jonesing for existential literature, writing dark poetry about death and dying, and also the one first up on the keg-stand at any party, smoking like a chimney and playing with my tongue ring.

And even throughout all these years after high school, I’ve always felt multifaceted.

Not just being or liking ONE thing. And getting a lot of attitude about that.

As though a person who is a popular cheerleader can’t also be smart, edgy, and dynamic. That people won’t accept me and I’m somehow not “ok” if I don’t fit into an understandable box that they are comfortable with.

And so I’ve spent a lot of time just being a chameleon, and fitting into whatever particular group I happen to be hanging out with at the time.

Surfers? Sure…I like the beach. Goths? Yeah, I can dig me some Doc Marten’s. Punks? Hell yeah I like The Descendents. Jocks? Yeah I know a thing or two about football. Musicians? Yep…I’ve been in a touring band.

And because I can fit in anywhere, many times over the years I’ve felt like I actually fit in nowhere. That I could like whatever the group I was with liked, but not to the FULL extent.

Like I could talk surfing but when it came down to it, I didn’t actually want to get in the water.

And somehow because of this, I felt less than. Not good enough. Like since there were so many things that interested me, that I actually didn’t have A “thing.”

There was no box to fit myself into, so I stopped looking for my own box and stuffed myself into whatever boxes were already out there.

Well, surprise! Life hasn’t changed a whole lot since high school. People still want to tell us how to be. What is acceptable and what isn’t.

And lately, as I grow and explore in a new phase of my spiritual practice, I am right back in high school, not seeming to fit in.

I don’t meditate the way I’m “supposed to.” I don’t do all the things good yogis do. But yet, I feel closer to god and more myself than I ever have. And I love it.

And remember at the beginning of this post, I mentioned I’d gotten pissed off about something recently?

Well, not long ago I got into a conversation online that got me thinking. A LOT. About spirituality.

Basically, the point of the discussion was that to call yourself a spiritual person, you shouldn’t then like or want material things like expensive shoes or nice cars. In other words, how can you be spiritual and like stuff like that?

And it hit me in my heart. Because I had already been thinking those thoughts. Like:

“If I truly am spiritual, should I give all my messages away for free and not desire to make money?”

“If I truly am spiritual should I not eat meat?”

“If I truly am spiritual does that mean I can’t drink whiskey sometimes?”

And so when this conversation happened, it was like the devil on my shoulder speaking to the exact fears I was already having…which was...I’m not spiritual enough. I’m not doing it right. That other people know more than me how to do it.

And after I left the conversation, I had all kinds of thoughts and feelings. And ultimately I adore SO MUCH that this conversation happened because I was able then to really decide how I felt about it all.

And here’s the thing…I think blindly following the rules is a bunch of bullshit. (Tweet This!)

Doing things just because someone told you you “should,” without actually questioning whether or not you believe in that is the least spiritual thing on the planet.

To me…spirituality is individual to each person. It’s about love. It’s about being the fully expressed version of yourself. It’s about YOUR OWN relationship to god/divine/universe. And that relationship is formed by you. Just like how your partnership/marriage/relationship isn’t going to look like the next person’s, neither is your spirituality.

And that’s ok.

And it’s non-judgment, to the best of your ability. That means not judging other people’s spirituality and not judging your own.

I’m not saying to turn your back on what your teachers tell you, but I am saying, go inside and see if it resonates with you. Explore for yourself. Pay attention more to what feels good and right to you than to what everyone else is telling you to do.

Find your own mountain to stand on. Find your own outfit to wear. Do your own prayers. Come back to the things that resonate so strongly in your heart and bones that you giggle with delight when you’re experiencing them, and leave the rest behind.

No one gets to tell you who you are and no one gets to tell you how to be. (Tweet this)

YOU get to decide.

And if that doesn’t look like what everyone else is doing, then so be it. That’s ok. You’re no less lovable, spiritual or wonderful because of it.

And to me…THAT’S Wildheart.

Being who you are. Being connected. Being aware. Being truthful. Loving and accepting yourself for exactly who you are. Seeking. Exploring.

For me…my exploration has led me to so many forms of “spirituality” I never knew existed.

My motorcycle teaches me presence, because not being in the moment is literally a matter of life or death. It connects me to my surroundings. It makes my heart smile. It’s FUN.

Dancing is where I get to express my heart. Where I don’t think about anything else other than being exactly where I am. It’s communication with my partner. With spirit. It’s movement and love embodied. It’s freedom.

Meditating in my bed, laying down, right after I wake up is where so much of my messages and inspiration come from. Kundalini is where my soul feels connected to source, and I feel free from my old pain and wounds.

That’s my spirituality. The dualities of my fully expressed personality. My own relationship to the divine. Learning to truly love myself and others. Practicing non-judgement and noticing when I don’t.

What I don’t love about the spiritual community is when I feel like there is judgement. Or rules.

When one human is telling another human how their own personal relationship with god/spirit/divine should be…that’s like saying someone else knows better than me what I should do with my body. Or how I should decorate my house. Or whether or not I should get married and have kids.

It’s another version of judgement. Control. And someone else telling me what to do with my life and how to be. It’s the same idea as saying, “In order to be a professional business person you should wear a suit,” or “Don’t write on your blog about crying on the floor over some dude.”

But in my world, it’s my decision and my life. And my business. So I get to do it however I want to do it. As long as what I’m doing aligns with my values and greater purpose, I’m good.

As long as I’m feeling good about my own relationship with my own spirit, then I’m good. And I don’t actually need someone else telling me how to talk to my god. That’s personal. Just like how it’s personal what I do in my business or whether or not I sit or lie down during meditation.

And to me…this is what I love about the Wildheart Revolution private community/coaching/lifestyle tribe. It’s a Revolution of self-acceptance, love, worthiness and deciding for yourself how the fuck you want to go through life.

It’s the place where YOU get to decide. How to be, who you are, what to feel, what to believe in. You get to explore those things, because maybe you’re not sure. Maybe you believe what everyone is saying is best for you, but maybe you don’t. This is place to be to find that out and then go LIVE IT in the real world.

Enrollment has been closed for the past four months but I have a special surprise coming TOMORROW for this freedom-loving, truth-seeking tribe of peaceful #Wildheart rebels.

So if that’s you, then be sure to put your name and email in the box below to be the first to find out about this sweet treat (I’ve been creating it for the past few months and can’t WAIT to share it with you!).

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And if this post resonated with you, I’d love to hear from you in the comments below.

What does spirituality look like to you? Have you ever felt like you didn’t fit in or were being judged for your version of spirituality? How did you handle that? Please share your thoughts and experiences below.

Not gonna tell you what to do,

Sally

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Making a choice is only the beginning of the adventure

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This post comes to you from the Nashville airport. Where I have three hours to go before I meet my friend Sara and her family so we can go see a Motley Crue show.

So far, this story is probably boring. But bear with me. Because I am fairly certain it applies to you.

On the plane, I started reading the book “The Alchemist,” which is one of those books that has been recommended to me a million times, but I just never got around to reading. Maybe it was because I didn’t know what the word “Alchemist” meant and I was judging the book by the (word) cover. But for some reason, when I saw the beautiful 25th anniversary version on my friend Jodi’s counter the other day, I knew it was a sign. It was finally time for me to read the book.

If you haven’t read the book, basically, it’s a story of a man’s (and of Man’s) personal journey. Of choice. Of fulfillment. Of following the signs/omens in order to live the life you’re meant to live…of having your own Personal Legend. This is what I’ve gathered from being halfway through the book as of writing this.

I just read this passage, and it sent me into a long string of thoughts, those of which I’m sharing with you here. Here’s the passage:

“Making a decision is only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.” (Tweet this)

And this made me scan my brain of some of the decisions I’ve made, and the currents that took me places I had never dreamed.

Deciding not to go to grad school (the first time) to move to LA and be in a rock n roll band. Deciding not to go to grad school (the second time) to become a Life Coach. Deciding to leave my ex four years ago, falling for an unavailable cowboy, almost making the choice to stay around a town I didn’t like at all to see if said cowboy would come around, deciding to move to Costa Rica instead because I knew in my heart it was not the time to make a decision for an unavailable boy…again, deciding to get into an RV and travel and a million other choices along the way that led me to where I am right this second, sitting in the airport waiting for Sara.

But before all that, I made many choices. Some big. Some small. Some in my head. A lot in my heart. And I’ve followed the signs all along the way.

And I wonder, how many of our choices are leading us on a beautiful path that we don’t even recognize or appreciate because they’ve taken us on a strong current that is carrying us to places we never would have dreamed or thought we wanted?

I believe this happens when things don’t go the way we want them to. When we don’t have the perspective of the bigger things at play here that are actually working in our favor. All we can see is “it’s not working out.” And if only we were able to know and trust that this is just the current we’re currently on, that we would feel peace?

One year ago (literally to the day) I made a choice that changed my life and put me on a new current. I decided to go visit my friend Therese in Boise. For no apparent reason. I didn’t know her that well. It wasn’t particularly close to where I was, with a full 8 hour drive. I had a million other things going on in my life. But yet, I just felt like I needed to go.

I almost turned around multiple times on the drive down, as we were having a bad snowstorm that day and the road out of town was slippery and windy. But I forged on.

While I was there. I met a boy. On the street. Our eyes locked and in that instant, everything changed. For both of us. Nothing would ever be the same again. But not in the way you might think though. This isn’t a love story with a fairy tale ending.

We starting dating. Even though an entire country separated us. We had our first dreamy date in Central Park, NY. Our second date on the beach in Miami. Our third date cuddled in the snow in Montana. And a million love letters in between. We went where neither of us had ever gone before.

It was intense. And beautiful. And then…just like that, it all ended. Not in a burst, but in a slow burning fire that just grew and grew until it blew up and disappeared. I spent half of this entire year broken hearted. And the other half on a wild adventure with this man I met on the street after making the decision to go to Boise for no apparent reason.

It’s been easy to feel like I wished we never would have met. That I wished I would have turned around on that icy road. Then I would have saved myself from the pain of the last six months. Or maybe I could have done x differently, or seen y sooner. If only….

Maybe I could have left New York and never seen him again. But had I done any of those things, my heart wouldn’t have been cracked open. I wouldn’t have learned about love. Priorities. And that work is not actually the most important thing in life. And that when your loved ones need you, nothing else is more important. To say “I love you” instead of just think it.

To follow my instincts in the beginning. To be more honest. I wouldn’t have learned to soften. To look at myself and my decisions and choose whether or not I wanted to continue being that way or if I wanted to change something. I probably wouldn’t have fallen in love with yoga, and meditation and kundalini. I wouldn’t have seen some old wounds that weren’t actually healed like I thought they were. I wouldn’t have had to lay my sword down, ego bruised, and give it all up to the Universe. Surrender.

Would I have rather not spent the past six months holing up, crying, and in pain? Yeah. But do I believe that in doing so I will now be a better partner, friend, daughter and sister. Yes. And is that worth it? Absolutely. On this path it is.

This is all part of the current. A piece of the pie that makes up my own epic personal journey. Making the decision to go is only the beginning.

And it’s in the saying yes that allows the adventure to begin. (Tweet this!)

It takes courage to be the type of person that is willing to hop aboard the unknown waters that will inevitably happen. And in those moments of choice, therein lies that nagging voice that is telling you to stay on shore. To turn around and go home. To not ruffle the feathers.

“You got a good thing going on, why mess it up?”

But for some of us, and I don’t know why, we have that itch. We want to see what’s on the other side of the hill. We want to experience ALL that we know we’re meant to experience. Even if it’s painful. (You too?)

I don’t know exactly what agreements I’ve made with the Universe in this life or any of my past ones. But I know for sure that I’ve signed on the dotted line to learning it all and becoming what I’m meant to become.

And sometimes that means getting swept up in a current that tosses you on your ass for six months or more. Or that causes you a ton of tears and pain. So that when you’re done, you can rise up a bit more broken-open, allowing more light in and love to come out.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t make these contracts. Sometimes I wish I had just decided that I wanted a simple life. With simple pleasures, like gathering water from my well in the morning and having like 8 babies. Part of me does. But a part of me has the huge desire to EXPLORE. Myself, others, life. And because of that, sometimes the waters are rough. And sometimes I feel sad and lonely. But I also get to see what’s on the other side of the hill.

We never know where our choices will lead. They might lead to you playing on stage in front of thousands of people or they might lead to heartbreak. And you always have the choice of which way you want to play it. Every single moment gives us an opportunity to choose and it’s in that choice that makes all the difference.

And so you might be at a crossroads. You might be looking ahead at your fork in the road, not knowing which way to go. And you are going to want me (or someone else) to give you the answers. But I can’t. Because only you know what contracts and agreements you’ve made. Only you know what kind of explorer you came here to be. And the truth is you probably already know the answer, and if it challenges your safety (real or perceived) in any way, that’s probably why you’re conflicted. Because you want it. And it doesn’t make much logical sense. So if this is you, I do have some advice for you:

* Follow the signs

* Use your intuition and your body as your compass

* Keep your bigger picture in mind

* If there is a voice telling you to do it, do it

* If you’re willing to get tossed around a bit, you’re strong enough to handle it

And if you’re ever feeling alone, know you’re not. There is a whole slew of people just like you. Explorers. Truth seekers. Peaceful Rebels. Lovers. Diehards. And people who want to make a difference by living out their own personal legend. You are not alone.

And so I’m curious, dear Wildheart, what are you choosing right now?

What are you facing? Which crossroad are you up against? What is the next thing on your plate? I would love to hear in the comments below. Are you conflicted? Scared? Worried?

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Sally

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