Your punch is mightier than you know

I had dinner with my friend last night. Very wise, fun and deeply knowledgeable woman and we were talking about my love of kickboxing. The conversation then went on to me trying to figure out my place and purpose, asking questions like what is my value? Am I achieving something that would make God proud?

As we explored and talked round these things, with large lovely glasses of pinot grigio, we came back to kickboxing. Kickboxing is fast becoming my teacher of life lessons and self development. So we got on to talking about my sparring with her daughter (another story…one of coincidence and serendipity) and I was saying that I didn’t think my punch was very strong though her daughter had said it was but think she was just being nice.

My friend sips from her glass, turns to me and says ‘your punch is more impactful than you know.’ BOOM she just told me about my life, right there. So often we do the things we do just because it is within us to do them and they are the norm. Because they are the norm we don’t recognise how meaningful, how transformatory, how impactful what we do, or say, or convey just by being us truly is.

Today I have had a number of conversations that, I believe, were orchestrated by God (my higher power) which were people telling me about how they value me, or had heard I was a good person to talk to/ work with. In the same way I clearly underestimate the impact of my punch, I am also underestimating the impact of my work (not job) in this world.

Beyond ego when you underestimate the positive impact you have in life it is easy for you to devalue your self and stop doing what has been so helpful to some and could be essential to many more.

Are you underestimating the mighty punch you being you is having on the world? Why do you think you are and what could help you appreciate and really see the valuable human being you are? I really would like to know, if you are comfortable please share with me and let’s look for solutions together!

Blessed

Can you be too blessed? Can you feel too lucky?

I’m not bragging (or maybe I am a touch) but I know there are some who are attracted to my random way of life. From the outside (and inside sometimes) it looks exciting…taking on the wilds of Africa (ok urban centre of Ghana called Accra), forging a life as a great entrepreneur (that shit was hard…have a job now which I am enjoying and learning from), making new friends and making new conquests (don’t believe the hype…it gets bloody lonely!)

But I love it. I have met some wonderfully supportive people, I am learning, growing and experiencing life in fresh and interesting ways. The good times, the bad times have all been blessings. I am abundantly blessed, so much so, that I have the fear.

What fear? That ‘too good to be true’ fear, that ‘wake up and smell the coffee’ fear, the ‘that’s the way life goes’ fear. I have the fear.

We talk of balance, of ying and yang, statistics, other peoples life experiences and fear the blessings, because nobody is happy all the time, right?

Right now I am clinging on to my blessings, I am speaking allowed my positive truth and I am gearing myself up to have a chat with God. Because I am blessed and I am grateful and I don’t want to let the fear in, but its foot is in my door way. And so I remind myself…

I am blessed. I am blessed. I am blessed…

He said he crossed oceans

Why is it so hard to believe in the good stuff? The nice things? The shiny smiley happily ever after?

He said he crossed oceans to submerge himself in me. First thought, what a great line. Second thought, I wonder why he really came here.

I am pretty much a cup half full kind of girl. Always looking for the positive, the lesson, the brighter side of life. Yet, when something good or desired happens I start waiting for the flip side to occur…to every light there is a dark. Or is there?

He did indeed cross oceans and he did indeed submerge himself in me and I in him. Though he didn’t know it at the time I had put it to the universe to have just this kind of experience with him, (true in my mind the setting had a beach, outdoor jacuzzi and a view that was transcendent) I asked and I received.

So I got what I asked for and it was great. So why can’t I believe he crossed oceans for me? Is the gesture too amazing to accept that there is a human on this planet who would consider me valuable enough to cross oceans for?

In all honesty, yes. So I reflect on some sage advice from a young wise one in my world who said ‘you need to put yourself on a pedestal more’.

Good can come and just be good. I am climbing up onto my pedestal and going to make myself stay here until I am comfortable with putting me in this special position.

It really is true, if I don’t think I should be up here how can others believe it and how can I receive it as an honest, true representation of another’s regard for me when they treat me as pedestal girl.

He crossed oceans to help my mind surmount a chasm and we both got something pretty valuable and amazing on the other side.