She used to be someone.
Her dreams and hopes defined her, whether unafraid to tell classmates she loved the color green, how she shamelessly ate black (or green) olives from all ten finger tips regularly or that she wanted to fly F-17’s in the air force. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that life looked any different at a later stage. She grew up thinking that if she just stayed the course and followed the high road in education, athletics and family and her faith life that she’d be well insulated against possible crushing realities and later insecurities. She worked hard to protect the bubble-like lifestyle her young mind and heart created around her. She let people in that she liked and found a way to wiggle away from anyone she didn’t. The friend pool ran deep and she was well liked and even revered. School, school and more school full of it’s cuts to the heart and words of affirmation. Also there was marriage, which happens to the best of them. She, too, married. From on top of the world the new couple took to life. What would stop them as they ascended the heights literally? They could scarcely afford coming together, but that didn’t stop them from almost purchasing the $1,500.00 vacuum cleaner the next week from the Kirby Vacuum Man. Oh, my… financially tragedy avoided. It doesn’t mean they didn’t think long and hard about it. Life bumped and rolled along and she found herself growing bumps, baby bumps with joy and elation at the promise of each swelling abdomen. With each stretch mark she remembered that perhaps she was just mortal afterall. She was just like other ordinary moms. She was stretched thin. She was tired. She wasn’t as stable and dream driven as she once had been. She caved to the less than ideal practice of just getting through each day. He face’s sullen expression wondered why the severing of her show worthy past and her plainer than day present? How did she become disconnected from the heart driven hero she used to be? Was THIS all there was? She began to escape this reality by living the virtual reality of others. For as many shows as she watched she never became “Ten Years Younger,” never had a the money for a “Home Makeover,” and definitely couldn’t afford to ditch the kids and star on the “Travel Channel” sipping wine in a foreign destination as a couple, despite her bursting past passports. She endlessly watched the innovative fun workouts women would do in their latest cute and abnormally revealing outfits. For as many workouts as she watched and the number of ideas she collected, she never got trimmer arms, a flatter stomach or tight high glutes. Nope, she watched others get those. She found herself medicating a spirit of hopelessness. She found herself wishing she could be anything but what she was. She even so much as disconnected from her dignity. Coasting was her curse. She wasn’t’ throttling toward her earthly or heavenly goals. But, eventually she changed. She learned again to aim straight and shoot. She learned to get focused and move forward daily. She learned that life is one grand uphill and you have to be strong enough for whatever you’re asked to carry because you usually get to choose. She is no longer self-deflating, but self-enhancing. Why? She reached out. She took the lessons from and the hand of another who showed her how much greatness she was made for. Now, she truly lives. Is this about me? Yes. Is this about me? No The real question is, is it about YOU? Choose life and choose it abundantly (John 10:10) In His grip, Rebecca Dussault P.S. If you haven’t found the hand to hold, the voice which can speak into you or the mentorship for mothering in greatness, please give a holler and let me help you. I’d love to help you figure out the integration of faith and fitness so you can truly thrive! Today? Yes, today! Book a free chat and consultation with Coach Rebecca right here.
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