BINGO-SPIEL! She’s back!

AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahh (just imagine me entering the room in a whirlwind and crashing down on the floor all dramatic-like)

Hello lovely!

It’s been a while, eh?

I know. I’m not really sure what happened. The 28-day challenge was exhilarating and invigorating. It was so much fun! But it sure took it out of me.

I was sure that I just needed a couple of weeks’ break and I’d be back here blogging like a champ now that I had so virtuously developed the habit after blogging EVERY SINGLE DAY for 28 bloody days… and I even have the multi-coloured, glittery star bingo card to prove it. Not a single empty slot.

Lotte Lane-Come Blog With Me

I did it.

And then I just couldn’t bring myself to do it again. Not because I didn’t have lots of stuff to share with you; I just didn’t want it to feel forced. I hate feeling obligated. And hey… that’s one of the major cornerstones of Burst to Bright, right? The freedom to be you and not do things that you have to do if you don’t bloody well feel like doing them?

So here I am 5 months on, ready to commune with you once again and really happy to be here.

What’s happening in my world, then?

Lots of exploration, of course!

I’ve been working hard trying to get clear on what I stand for and, more importantly, what Burst to Bright stands for and what it is meant to contribute to the world.

I have an exciting idea for a course to bring you a little further down the track: The Explorer’s Journey. I’m really excited to see it slowly take shape. I’m not rushing it; just listening for cues from my intuition and staying open to possibilities, ideas and opportunities.

I’m honing my superpowers and toying with a couple of services I want to unleash on the world: “Let’s be Adventurers” and “Burst to Bright in your Biz”. The name of the second one might yet change, though!

I’ve also in mind a fun retreat I’d like to organise for next May here in France (oh gosh, I hope I can pull it off now I’ve said it out loud)

AND I also want to get the Burst to Bright Adventure Camp off the ground… PHEW!!
That’s a lot of things to keep me busy and off the streets, eh?

Well, there’s more!

I’ve also continued to concentrate on my health and fitness and as part of that I’ve just started Lisa Carpenter’s E.A.T. Program. I’ll talk to you more about that in another post.

I’ve been continuing my singing lessons and really improving, but I’m about to stop classes with my current teacher to take Eric Arceneaux’s online course instead for a while. I absolutely love his exercises on YouTube and was even able to teach my teacher one of his fab tricks. If you love to sing and want to improve, check him out.

And last but not least, my latest harebrained idea…

Well, it’s my birthday again in two days and I’ve asked for a ukulele!

I really need more music in my life and I really need to have more music come from me. Since I can’t play my guitar (Ella), as it’s just too painful on my wrists and hands and causes inflammation, someone suggested a ukulele might be easier. Well why the hell not, eh? I’m game!

I’m very excited. I’ll let you know how it goes!
Care to leave a comment and let me know what YOU’ve been up to?

xx

[CBWM-28] Whose fear is it, anyway?

Here we are, the final day of Come Blog With Me. It’s been gruelling and challenging – especially in terms of time management – but also thoroughly enjoyable. When someone asked the other day what our two favourite posts that we’d written were, I realised the writing is a total blur for me. I’ve really not much of a clue what I’ve written, so it will be interesting to go back and read it all. Perhaps there’ll be nuggets in there somewhere and posts to repurpose and improve later.

I don’t know if anyone out there blogs daily with an actual strategy, but I found that impossible with limited time. Unless you sit down to map out your content, jot down ideas and do bits of research before the challenge, if you’re running a full-time business and a household (with or without kids) and other hobbies on the side, the only thing you can really do during such a challenge is plonk your arse down in that chair, make it stay there and just write.

The great thing is that the more you do that, the more pathways you open to your mind and the more the words flow: when I started the challenge I worried I’d have nothing to say, and now on the last day I have three unfinished drafts waiting patiently for my attention.

So I’m going to come back on something that happened on “magical snow” day.Tash at Mont Royal

I sat at my desk working away, but was somewhat distracted by the beautiful snowfall outside and kept looking up from behind my computer to peer out the bay windows at the gorgeous spectacle outside.

Then as the snowflakes got bigger and bigger, my toes started twitching and I started to feel an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement well up inside me. I wanted to be out in it. I remembered how much I loved going walking in snowfalls in Montreal and realised that I hadn’t really done it since then. Why not?

Well that was a bloody good question and I couldn’t think of a single answer. Why not, indeed. So I turned to my partner, who hadn’t been able to go to work that morning, and said: “I’m going to go out for a walk in the snow. Are you coming?”

“What?!” he said. “You can’t go out in that; don’t be silly.”
“Well, why not? It’s just snow.”

“What if you hurt your knee? It’s really slippery out there. What if you fall and hurt yourself? And it’s cold!”

I checked in with my knee (I’m missing my anterior cruciate ligament in my left knee) and it felt stable, strong and ok. “Well I’ll rug up and I’ll be really careful.”

“The snow’s wet, you know. When I went out earlier it was very slushy. You’re going to get all wet.”

And that sounded less tempting. Wet’s ok in summer, but in winter? Yuck. So I tried to control my toe twitching and curb my excitement. I continued working and looking out the window from time to time.
And then it hit me: this was not my fear. This was his fear. My own comes AFTER the snow, when the powder gets packed underfoot and turns into treacherous ice.

If I didn’t go out for a walk in the falling, fresh snow, chances are I wouldn’t be able to go for a walk for a good couple of days because any remaining slush on the footpaths would turn to ice overnight when the temperatures dropped again.

I checked in with my knee once again, and it felt good to go, so I got up, pulled my snow boots on, put on a duvet coat and a warm, woolly scarf and put my foot down: I was going for a walk. I promised to be mindful of my knee and careful, and I was out the door. After all, keeping your wits about you in some situations is about all you can do if you don’t want to miss out on living.

I’ve enough dealing with my own fears. I certainly don’t need someone else’s.

Can you relate?

Do you sometimes find yourself not doing something you want to do because of a fear that’s not even your own? Someone else’s fear creeps in to stop you in your tracks?

Next time, ask yourself: Is this my fear?

If it’s not, why not just ignore it and let whomever it belongs to deal with it. I’m sure that, like me, you have enough of your own.

xx

P.S: while I was scouting through my photos to find a picture for this post, I came across a video which cracked me up and proves just what a lady I’m not! (And what a snow bunny I’m not).  I figured I’d share it with you

[CBWM-23] Magical snow

When we woke up this morning, a fine dusting of snow was starting to settle on the ground and plump, fluffy snowflakes were raining down from the muted grey sky.

Snow always makes me happy. There’s something magical about all that white drifting down slowly and falling softly, silently on the ground. Read more

[CBWM-12] Off to see The Wizard

Today was my third visit to a man I shall henceforth call The Wizard. Yes, after The Wizard of Oz, because I’m currently following my own yellow brick road to wellness. The Wizard is a rather strange healer dude in a region of southern France called Les Corbières.

Is he strange though? Read more

Thanks for the adventure, London!

 

At the end of last week, I flew off to London for a couple of days to spend the Friday playing Rich Dad Poor Dad author Robert Kiyosaki’s game Cashflow 101 with Judith Morgan, and a few of the fabulous women in Club 100.

It seemed a rather decadent thing to flit over to London just to play a game, but it also sounded like fun and adventure, so of course I just had to do it.

It was a great opportunity to just say fuck it, have some laughs, learn a thing or two, test my mindset and body (first travel since knee injury last October), and meet and hang out with some of the fab chickies I spend a lot of time with online. Why deprive myself of all that??

So I booked the trip in total faith that everything would work out just fine… and it did. Read more