IMAGINE ACTION!

Somewhere along the line we decided…

My alarm goes off at 7:30am. I snooze, 3 times before I have no other option than to drag my heavy, tired self out of bed.

Shit! Realising the time I know I am going to have to create another excuse as to why I am 5 minutes late…again.

I jump in the shower. BAM, my first obstacle of the day: whether or not I will wash my hair.

Second obstacle hits shortly after, as I scramble around the room trying to find something decent and semi ironed to wear to work.

Why didn’t I get myself organised last night before I went to bed, like I said I would.

After wasting 5 precious minutes trying to find myself amongst the mess. I am half ready and out the door. Yes, I will make sure I clean row place up tonight.

I drive myself to work, using each traffic light to slap on some foundation, bronze my cheeks and lengthen my lashes, fumbling with my clutch every time as frustrated drivers impatiently toot their horns behind me.

I arrive at work, run up the stairs and with my wet hair sloshed across my face I blurt out “OH MY GOD. I have been sitting in the worst traffic. A school bus broke down and they closed the whole main road, ON BOTH SIDES, so they could usher all the kids off and let another bus through AND a tow truck. Bloody inconsiderate arse holes. Traffic was crazy on both side and even trying to swing around the back roads was a nightmare.” I gasp trying to catch my breath.

Puzzled faces stare back at me, looks of amusement, and sighs of disbelief.  Closed a whole main road? Bloody arse holes? Wow I should have thought this one through a bit better. Quickly, trying to deviate the entire scene I have created and to find a place to hide in embarresment, I offer to make everyone his or her early morning pick me up…yes caffeine…GIVE IT TO ME NOW!

Once at my desk I turn on my computer and first task: I check me emails. Correct nothing important except a couple of coupon, scoupon, groupon, emails which I can’t afford to get sucked into right now.  So instead I send my usual email to my girlfriend to wish her good morning and complain about my own….for a whole page and a half!

Fantastic one hour done, 7 more to go…

And the workday probably continues like this…Becoming a hazy blur of procrastination and work, heavily siding towards procrastination with a few lame jokes in-between to ensure everyone at the office thinks I am cool. Which quiet clearly the don’t.

Home time draws near and I start to clean my desk, then the kitchen, then anything else around me that may look like it might need an extra little scrub. Whilst preparing for the work day to be completed, I have nightmare flashes of the pile of washing that’s creeping up the walls in my bathroom and guilt already begins to loom above me, knowing, yet again, that tonight will not be the night I become dear old Sadie!

By 5pm, my bag is packed, and I am hoping that my cute smile and puppy dog eyes will be enough for me to slip out the door without having to do overtime for the days work I can’t produce.

Phew! Not knowing whether it worked or they simply don’t care, I quickly mumble goodbye and I am out,

I make a quick stop at the gym, smash out a workout, the only thing that really makes me feel good about myself, head home and sooner or later after I struggle with what I might eat for dinner, deciding on vegemite toast, I find myself crawling into bed ready for it all to start again…

But imagine if one day we didn’t hit snooze, that we decided that life was far to important to waste another second getting lost amongst the mess we create.

Imagine we believed in our extraordinary talents and wanted to share them with the world.

Imagine we had the power to choose all our actions, to determine what we wanted to do.

That instead of letting our bodies feed off our negativity; we threw them a couple of nice, warm and fuzzies: We tried meditation, we found a love of boxing, we set small task like reading a chapter of a book a night, that made us feel like we had accomplished something when completed.

Just image we invested in a workshop or that short course we had been meaning to do but just haven’t got around too.  Imagine we reenrolled into university.

I want to learn to play the Ukulele….Imagine I did!

Imagine we did enough feel good things, that our bodies forgot what it felt like to feel depressed, fat, ugly, angry, defensive and lethargic.

And then what if the next day we just didn’t hit snooze.

Time to begin the short story I always wanted to.

Go for a run.

Add 10% of my monthly salary towards my next holiday that I am always complaining I can’t afford.

Did you know that the same receptors in our brains that catch excitement also catch virus and if they are too busy catching excitement then they got not time to waste on virus.

Imagine the possible because you can create it.

“Life Rewards Actions” – Benjamin J Harvey, Founder of Authentic Education. 

THE POWER OF THE KITE

Last weekend Adventures of Sara & Jelly took us on a little weekend trip to my happy place, the coast.

Give me a beach view over a city view any day. To hear the waves crash against the shore is my inner peace, to smell the fresh sea salt air is my bliss and to walk barefoot with the sand falling in between my toes is my heaven!

If I could escape the hustle and bustle of Suburbia every weekend, I would be packed and out the door on Friday afternoon before you could say boo! However work schedules and social calendars don’t always permit.

Unfortunately this weekend was no exception. With a wedding in town and Jelly’s birthday to celebrate, I had to settled for the nearest coastline 20 minutes from home in St.Kilda, its no Victorian Great Ocean Road buy hey, I am not complaining.

We stayed in a cute little hotel on Fitzroy Street, The Urban Boutique Hotel St. Kilda. Bubbles upon arrival, a big double king bed that we could have lost each other in, a spa bath over looking a private garden view, a beautiful hot pink espresso machine and the most important part, complimentary passes to use The St. Kilda Sea Baths.

You see our hotel must be chosen with on important factor in mind, “what’s the gym like?” It doesn’t matter where we go, how many stars, or how great of a discount I manage to snap up, if the gym ain’t good, or dear I say there isn’t one I have to hear about it all weekend!

So I was clearly winning when he discovered that my chosen surprise destination meant he could spend Saturday morning working in an A class fitness centre, over looking the ocean!

Next stop on our birthday agenda…. Kite Surfing!

Looking back now I completely misjudged the expectations of a two hour lesson. Silly me assumed we were going to be riding the waves like a pros in no time. I am fit, strong and my dance and yoga trainer makes me an excellent candidate for sustainability, control and balance, why wouldn’t I be?

What the tittle of our lesson should have read; a two hour introduction to kite flying!

I am not sure about you, but my childhood certainly did not involve much kite flying, the only memories I have of it is Mary Poppins, Mr Banks and “Let’s go fly I kite, up where the air is bright, ” but how hard could it be right?

WRONG!

“ The trainer Kite,” 1a quarter of the size of the actually kite, was powerful enough to plunge me to my knees, face down, dragging me through the sand …twice!

To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. I mean who couldn’t fly a kite?

ME!

Fighting with the kite was no option; trust me you end up being the loser. You certainly couldn’t use your strength to beat the kite. Show the kite any sense of irritation or impatience and it would almost laugh in your face and send you plummeting to the floor.

I felt like I was witnessing a perfect interaction of yin and yang…gone completely wrong!

Clearly my foundation was far from sold or accurate.

The harder I worked to succeed, the more unnecessary force I created.

Our communication was cut.

Our dance broken.

No Yin and Yang., just a struggle for power.

It got me thinking about power.

What good is Power if you don’t have all the fundamental support elements behind it?

Is it really power at all?

Or is it just a preponderance of energy that can destroy?

The kite encompasses properties that are bright, active and fiery. Working effectively, it is a very powerful instrument, able to soar through the air, move life, move me.

However take a step back.

What is the objective of the kite?

To fly.

As the kite drags me to the ground and pulls me through the sand, what proceeds almost seconds after?

The kite plummets to the ground too.

The oxford dictionary defines power “as the capacity or ability to direct or influence the behaviour of others or the course of events.”

True the kite most definitely influenced me but how was this effective?

In order for the kite’s true potential to be realised, the base line, the controller, me, has to be present, has to be giving, has to be connected.

An infinity loop: a constant exchange of energy.

I need you and you need me. We are all a combined entity that is powerful. One cannot to powerful without the other.

We often forget how important each player is. We forget that even though we may not be the head of our department, the director of a company, the principle performer or the team captain, does not mean we do not have the ability to create change or influence behaviours in others or ourselves.

We are all put on this earth as powerful creatures; it is what we do with it, how we interact with others, share our strengths, nurture each others weaknesses, that truly determines greatness.

The Yang cannot grow without the Yin.

One man cannot rule alone.

The kite is powerful because of you.