Same Path Traveled Different Journey ~ Part 2: giving up your dreams

As you start reading this, I will be on the road again across the state from a weekend visiting my family in Spokane. I have made this trip uncountable times in my life. I started making this trip when I was in college traveling to the Big City. I was filled with excitement!!! Dreams flashed through my head as I passed each mile marker. Dreams of living in the city, becoming a personal trainer and water skiing!

The end of this October will mark 5 years of me living on the west side of the state with numerous trips back and forth to and from Spokane. Within these 5 years, I have learned so much through injuries, through relationships, and through my goals! But through these multiple trips in life I learned it is ok to give up on dreams.

The last blog post may have been a little surprising or devastating as you read it.

Lets just say this was a big obstacle to manage and still is! The news of your mother having a brain tumor is something no one wants to face. Yet this was my reality a year ago and we are still learning how to navigate post her surgery.

Throughout this year, I had an opportunity in Orlando, FL! The feeling of starting something fresh, a new beginning, warmth sunshine was so appealing to me. It took a long time for me to decide if I was going to take this chance or not. I wanted to forget the hardship and start with a clean slate working toward my goals as an athlete and professional career training.

After long talks with my mom about this opportunity, she reminded me this is the one and only life I get to live and encouraged me to make the jump and go for it! So at the end of April I was in Orlando!

As soon as I arrived there the opportunity had vanished! Devastated with this reality, I went to my “Never-Land” aka Coble Ski School. There I was able to of course ski but more importantly come to the conclusion I am a northwest girl!

After two wonderful months at Cobles, I was back to the Northwest! Don’t get me wrong I love being in the Northwest, it is my home and where my heart belongs. But it is not where I thought I would be. I thought I would be on a new adventure in a new city, making new friends and chasing new dreams.

Since my time here in Seattle, I started to give up on my dreams. Yes I gave up my dreams! CRAZY (I know)! As the doors were obviously closed in Orlando, I started to question my dreams and wondered how they would become a reality.

My gypsy spirit is starving for a new adventure yet my heart and soul is directing me to stay in Seattle.

Afflicted inside, I continue to trust my ultimate coach who is the one who directs my heart and soul. Not understanding how He is directing my compass to stay in the Northwest, my gypsy spirit grieves the path it thought it would be taking to achieve her dreams. Knowing how He give us dreams as a calling to do His work, I will believe He has a much bigger adventure waiting for me here in Seattle! I may not know the steps of my journey, but living the unknown is the greatest adventure.

I may feel like I have given up on my dreams with “settling” being back in Seattle, the path has changed but my dream continue to live.

I have faith in the unknown Knowing the one who knows the Unknown.

In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps. Proverbs 16:9
In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps. Proverbs 16:9

the ME in team

A little over a week ago we watched the devastating lost of the Seahawks to the Patriots in the 49th Super Bowl. Since then there have been many inspiring posts reflecting the Seahawk’s attitude and their amazing season.

 

I have to admit (again) I have never been a huge football/Super Bowl fan; however, after reading a blog post from Adrian Robles (http://www.vigorgroundfitness.com/getting-rut/) — a good friend and mentor – I was inspired to write how the Seahawks have impacted my life. My hope with this post is that you may be impacted the same way.

 

There is a ME in team. I have always loved playing team sports (basketball was my fav) for they created  opportunities to bring out the best in others. We all had different roles with one specific goal — > TO WIN. Understanding our individual roles, it unites us together to fight for the main purpose.

 

Russell Wilson and the Seahawks demonstrated this beautify in the playoff game before the super bowl (sorry – I know it is a championship of something before the super bowl – do hate). Even though I did not watch the game, the entire city and maybe the entire country talked about the amazing win. After hearing rumors of the amazement, I had to check it out.

 

Watching highlights from the game, I soon had chills for I knew what it felt like having 3-4 minutes on the clock without the lead score; the familiar emotions of fear and hopeless rushed over me as I caught glimpses of the game. Even though I had the advantage of knowing the outcome. The Seahawks win was amazing, but what stood out to me (as it did for many of us) was the post-game interview with Russell Wilson. His fearlessness to proclaim God’s love and His work in his life astonished me.  Seeing his fearlessness gave me the courage for this post.

 

Russell Wilson did not see fear; he kept his eyes on hope, hope for the win, hope in God. Like he said as a team they kept fighting the fight and did not doubt. They believed in each other and they believed in themselves. They believe in the ME in team uniting them as one to win! Russell (from what I understand) probably had one of his worst games with (what was it?) four interceptions at the beginning of the game? Yet his teammates very doubted him and he never doubted them. Most importantly he never doubted himself. He kept believing in the ME in team. They all believed in each other to do their role they were set out to do for the win.

 

A team unites our difference, the ME in team means embracing one another to be our best even at our weakest moments.

 

There are times in life when it can feel  all odds are against us (similar to this particular game). It becomes hopeless. This past October it felt like all odds against me. I was schedule for my first surgery to remove some bone spurs in my foot; after the car that I had since college broke down several times (aka silver rose) I was forced to shop for a new car, the same week my mother was schedule to have her brain tumor removed. Everyday felt like I was waking up out of a horrible nightmare literally saying to myself “wow glad that was a just a dream,” but once I would walk to my new car in the morning I realized this was my reality. Scared and fearfully for the future, I started to feel lost. As I started opening up to my clients they helped me see the light and to have hope. They believed in me and helped me to have the strength to struggle well through the unknown. I had to be real with “me” and my current status for other to do the same; to show their strength embracing their “me.”

 

Through the support of this team, this community, I am surrounded by, I was able to find a joyful strength despite my odds. I am happy to say I have a new car (aka madam blue beery), I am healing quickly, and most important my mother is healthy and healing and tumor free!

 

Thank you Seattle Seahawks for having hope and seeing the light, for having a dream and following the calling, for believing by doing! By your doing I see the light, I hear the call, I will believe.

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Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint ~ Isaiah 40:31 photo by aarondixonphotography

 

 

Seattle Seahawks Superbowl: Something bigger and better

SeahawksparadeIt has been a crazy week with the big win for the Seattle Seahawks. As I was watching the Seahawk’s victorious win, I felt like I was part of the win simply because I consider my home Seattle.  Having a home team win one of the biggest games in our culture, it created this pride within me. I started to be proud to be from Seattle, proud to be part of the 12th man, proud to be part of something big.

With the team’s return, the majority of the city shut down to celebrate with a parade welcoming our team home.  Having this new pride for our team and my new home, I wanted to be part of this big celebration. My co-worker and I were  able to escape the gym and adventure to downtown Seattle.  Like the millions of salmon swimming back their nesting home, every 12th man was making their way to the heart of the city.  Joining the millions my co-worker and I felt like we were swimming ups stream just to find a way to get close to the parade.  With our determination and creativity, we were able to make it and joined thousands creating the 12th man.

Being down there was an incredible experience. It was amazing to be part of the crowd, and how we all had one soul purpose, to celebrate the Seahawks and their amazing season.  Everyone waited patiently upon the team’s arrival and as I waited it hit me.  The 12th man creates a community of people coming together service a purpose, supporting our hawks.  The 12th man is more than just a cheering squad it being part of something that is big, with a big purpose.

We all want to be part of something bigger and better.  The exciting part there is something bigger and better than the 12th man just listen to what our Seahawks say what is it.