Tunnels

"Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible."
Tony Robbins


Finally, I Think I See Some Light at the End of One of My Many Tunnels

You may not have this problem, or you may just not realize it yet... There isn't only one tunnel that I'm trying to come out of. I have many different tunnels that lead to the one main tunnel I pray that I crawl out of one day.

For example: In the past 9 1/2 years, I have moved 9 times. The last three or four moves, I never fully got unpacked, much less settled in. How could I in that length of time? Some moves were years apart, but the last 4 happened within 3 years. I simply would be at one place only months before moving again. Therefore, one of my tunnels is my home. To see the light and be out of this tunnel would mean that I'm almost completely unpacked and settled in. Because I've got news for you, this chick ain't moving again for some time! I'm not that crazy. Well the jury is still out on that one! LOL

Today, I woke up early went into "my gym" (a post about "my gym" will be inevitable) and exercised (another tunnel) for 30 minutes. Due to circumstances: space, moving, health, etc. I haven't been able to exercise like I normally would, so the fact that I got up, went into "my gym" and started my morning off with exercise is a major accomplishment. That alone makes this a good day.

After I had breakfast, I went around different rooms in the house and rearranged pictures and various decorative arts. For me having things arranged and on the walls makes a huge difference in a room and the feeling of a home. I have 3 pictures that get hung up on moving day, regardless. Those priceless art works (to me their priceless) are also a future post. I also put fresh brand new 400 thread count sheets and new fluffy pillows on my bed. So I feel pretty good about my home tunnel. I may get there yet.

Finally, I have written my post for the day (another tunnel) and it's just after 12:00 pm. Wait, I forgot one, I know what I'm cooking for supper, no fast food tonight! (Cooking, another tunnel) So, if all I do now is surf the web, play Conan, or lie around, I see light at the end of a few of my tunnels.

Living Our Dreams, Not Our Fears

"Too many of us are not living our dreams, because we are living our fears."

Less Brown

I'm sure it's not just me who can relate to this inspiring quote. One of my dreams is to be a published writer, but I think my fears of "am I good enough" or "who would want to read what I wrote" have been crippling me. The responses I got from my very first blog post was amazing. The things people picked up on helped me to see what my fears wouldn't let me.



I have an essay/article that I have worked on and off for a couple of years now. Today I announce to myself and the world that I plan on polishing it up, but not rewriting it, and then send it off for possible publication. I plan by the end of the year to have submitted this article and hopefully will be telling you the good news of its publication. I want to live my dreams, not my fears.

Today ask yourself if you are living your dreams or living your fears.



EJ Whaley

The Year My Mom Brought the Beach to Me

I’ve always loved the beach and ocean. Just listening to the rhythm of the waves as they crash upon one another, the warm feeling of the sun on my skin, the sand in my toes, the breeze through my hair and the smell of the sea easily transports me into my own utopia.

One summer I desperately needed to be at the beach where no sickness existed and I was invincible. Due to financial reasons, going to the beach was out of the question, so my Mom brought the beach to me.

We lived in a very quiet subdivision with lots of space between houses and people. Our backyard was quite and shaded by trees. There were two trees that were the perfect width apart for a hammock and below was a good place for sand. My Mom used some wood and made a sand box underneath my hammock with sea shells we had gathered from vacations past. It became my personal beach that spring and summer. I would lie in the hammock for hours listening to ocean sounds or music from my walkman, read and sometimes nap. I would feel the sun on my skin and feel my own beach sand between my toes. My beach was my sanctuary. I hope she still knows today how much “my beach” meant to me, and that I think of it often.