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My Birthday Wish

Happy Birthday to me! WooHoo!!  I made it another year!  It’s rare that I tell you how bad things are when they’re bad, but I seem to know it’s just a bump in the road, usually blocking all lanes of traffic, but still, it’s just a bump – I’ll get around it, you know I always do.  Over the last year, I’ve had more cancer than the previous 7 years combined.  Don’t go back to years 8-10, they sucked!  Back to the last year…Cancer pain, doubt and fear lurking all around me, pretending to family and friends that things weren’t so bad, wondering if I’d make it another month, getting fired, hopelessly wondering “what’s next?”…dark thoughts.    As much as he’s gotten tired of hearing the same things over and over, my son is thankful for my personal development mentors and coaches’ voices remaining in my head.  They are my cheerleaders.  Every time I start thinking about needing to finish paying for my cremation, I hear Earl Nightingale say “Never give up. NEVER GIVE UP!”

I knew with things so bad, I had to do something equally good.  I’m not sure how I thought skydiving was the answer, but it seemed to be my best option.  Aside from that, like I’ve said before, the things that challenged me the most, also provided the most benefits -often much later.  My first 2 jumps in last years student progression were the most terrifying!  I knew 7 years ago when I broke my back there would be a day I came back to prove to myself that I could do it.  There have been several times I’ve thought I never need to jump again, then the need to be challenged shows up again.  Breaking thru the terror has boosted my confidence exponentially!  There are so many things to think about up there…EVERY SECOND COUNTS!

 

Zig Ziglar said “You can get everything in life you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want.

My wish is to live a long, healthy life, as an international speaker, skydiving near every city I go to.   How am I going to do it?

I’m going to help you!

I want to help a minimum of 100 people make their dreams come true in the next 365 days. 

What if you don’t know what to dream about?   I’ll help you start dreaming again.  Maybe it’s to improve your body, your mind, your relationships, your finances or business… maybe to turn your annual income into your monthly income…whatever it is, I can help you figure it out, and be your cheerleader all the way to the finish line.  The finish line to that dream.  Every dream brings a bigger one.  Every achievement brings confidence for more.  Pretty cool how it works!

Please share the link to my website to help me achieve my wish by helping you or someone you know get theirs.
http://www.susan-story.com/

 

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Love, gratitude and blessings!

~Susan Story



Poor Buddy
June 6, 2014, 2:12 pm
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ImageThis is the second time this week.  Last week, I had no evidence of what happened before I found a dead bird on the trail in the backyard leading to my garden.  I know, most people mow their lawns, but I’ve been putting dandelions, lemon balm and spearmint in my smoothies and for whatever reason, wind, birds…they are growing in the yard as well as the garden.  I’ve let the grass grow so I don’t destroy the dandelions.  The bird didn’t appear to have all of its feathers. I couldn’t tell if it had been there awhile or was a baby.  I examined it.  I thought maybe one of the dogs had killed it, but I couldn’t find any bite marks.  No holes.  Lucy is a bull-mastiff and Buddy is a shepherd mix…nobody knows what he’s mixed with.  The rottweilers I had in the past would shake the crap out of an animal to kill it.  Unfortunately, I saw it a few times.

I heard Buddy trying to get his grip, running off of the deck.  Lucy stood up, appearing thoroughly confused as to what the hell was happening.  Buddy ran over to the retaining wall sniffing and whining.  I watched.  “What is it, Bud?” I asked.

He kept whining, then as gently as he takes a brussel sprout from my hand (it’s his favorite treat) he picked something up, walked slowly and gingerly placed it on the ground.  In the exact location as the last bird, lay a small lifeless bird.  Buddy sat beside it and cried.  I went over to them.  No movement.  The little bird’s eyes were open, but no breathing, no bite marks.  Could he be scaring them to death?  I got online and found several articles about birds, other animals and even people getting so scared, they die.  WOW!  At least it seemed quick I guess.

Fear seems to happen when we focus on what “might” happen.  Let’s stop worrying about the maybe’s and create our lives the way we want them.  Hopefully we won’t have some giant creature pick us up in their mouth.
Love, gratitude and blessings!

~Susan



Drivers License Renewal

Just what everyone wants to do on a beautiful sunny day….renew their license.  It wasn’t that busy, but when I went to the desk to get my number to wait in the next line, the woman told me I could renew it online.  I said “But then I have to keep the last picture.”  She responded with “Isn’t it 4 years old?  Why wouldn’t you want to keep it?”

I look better and younger than I did then.   Of course I want a new picture!  She looked at me funny and gave me a number.

Just yesterday, Bert and I were walking with the dogs in the woods.  I told him that I’m finally feeling like I’m ME.  It’s been so long since I’ve felt like the body I’m living in is mine.  It’s moving the way I want it to.  My muscles are responding to my workouts and my diet.  I feel really good!

My number appeared on the board only about 5 minutes after I got there.  The woman was very personable, not my past experience at the DOL.  She asked me if my height and weight were the same.  I asked what the old one said.  I’ve never liked the last picture, so haven’t looked at the details since I got it.  I told her I might be an inch shorter from obliterating a vertebrae. She asked questions about the accident, then decided I looked 5’07”.  Next she asked if my weight was the same.  “I have NO idea.”  We joked about it.  She said she could put 200 pounds if I wanted her to. I asked what the old one said.  160.  I told her that was probably close enough, then backed away from the counter and asked her how much she thought I weighed.

Before she answered, I told her they needed a scale in front of the counter. She said people would never go for that.  Skydive centers have them.  I asked her what she thought would happen if someone lied about their weight before getting a parachute designed for a certain size.  I also told her about indoor wind tunnels and how good their staff is at guessing weight.  They also have scales in front of the counter.  How embarrassing if they didn’t weigh you, you lied and there wasn’t enough wind to get you off the ground.  I’d WAY rather be told I couldn’t do it than to get “grounded” with 30 people standing around watching.

She decided I looked 150 and changed it for my new license.  A few nights ago, I asked Bert if the muscles in my upper back were visible without flexing.  He said “Yes, but you’ve always been really solid.”  I’m guessing that’s not an answer most women would want to hear, but it made me laugh.  I am solid.  Like I said, I’m feeling like ME again.  My body is solid, my mind and ideas are solid – I know where I am and where I want to go…everything is coming together after SO many years of living a few months at a time.  Oh, you want to know how much I weigh?  With my clothes and shoes on…that’s how I weigh myself at the airport…never say never, but I don’t think I’ll ever skydive naked…have you ever seen videos of what boobs do at 120 mph naked? – well, she was about 25 pounds too low.

It’s all good.  Maybe someday I’ll be 150.  I mean weight.  I have a hard time seeing myself live past 140 years.  She agreed that I look younger and better and less weight than in the previous photo.

I’m thankful to be celebrating another birthday!  Life is good!

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



You forgot what?
June 3, 2014, 12:47 am
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I posted this on my Empower Network blog already.  Facebook won’t let me link to that blog, but they will this one.  I’m still learning, but will probably never understand certain things.  Here is that blog. There is other helpful information there!  
http://susan-story.empowernetwork.com/

Today was a busy day!  I made a decision yesterday that since it’s my birthday month, I’m going to earn more money this month than any previous month of my life. Regardless, I’m not at a point to hire anyone to do the things I’m not good at, so I still did laundry, cleaned the kitchen from going to bed without doing it last night, gave both dogs a bath…you know, the stuff few people WANT to do.  Buddy, the German Shephard, did NOT want a bath. He curled up in a ball on the grass and refused to move.  I tried to pick him up, but he seemed partially melted into the ground.   I got it done, but I’m sure I missed a few spots!

Bert and I networked with a few people, some planned, some while running errands.
Sales weren’t as high today as I would have liked, so I got back into watching Empower Network videos.  About 3 hours worth.  I have new understanding for some of it and will implement those things tomorrow, along with watching more videos.  After all, it seems the best way to reach my goal, while helping other people achieve theirs. 

Some of you know, I’m on a ketogenic diet for cancer treatment.  What’s that?  The short version, I consume less than 30g of carbohydrates daily.  Most of my calories come from fat and veggies.  Since I don’t eat any simple sugars and my veggies are mostly leafy greens, my body converts fats to ketones and uses them for energy.  The theory is that since cancer thrives on sugar, if you eliminate its food source, it will die.  Hmmm, maybe that’s why I still have cancer.  I don’t like killing things.  And, it would suck to starve to death.  Add to that the NADH and the saunas…poor cancer.  I better find a different way to look at this death thing so I can leave it behind!

 I was feeling crappy tonight and couldn’t figure out what was wrong.  I left the video, prepped dinner and cleaned while it was cooking.  Just before dinner, I had a flashback of last year at the airport.  I was sitting on the floor eating almond butter and coconut oil when one of my instructors asked me if I was okay.  I told him I just needed to eat.  Bert saw me a few minutes later. I was pale and looked “off”.  He knew what was wrong and told me to eat. I told him I’d be fine with my creamy mixture and that I had another skydive in 45 minutes.  He didn’t accept that and told the owner he was taking me to get food and didn’t know if we’d be back in time for my jump.  I was past the point to argue.  Bert helped me up, realizing I was worse than he originally thought and quickly got us to the car.  I thought I was going to pass out before getting to the parking lot.  He helped me.  I did pass out as soon as we got in the car.  I kept coming in and out.  We hadn’t talked much about details and how adrenaline affects blood sugar and what happens next since I don’t eat carbs/sugar.  Intuitively he knew I needed sugar.  When the blood sugar gets past a certain point, eating fat won’t bring it up.  I don’t know where that point is.  He made me some lemonade when we got home.  By then, I couldn’t even lift my head. He put the straw in my mouth and told me to drink.  Apparently I didn’t, because he got his football coach voice and TOLD me to drink it again.  A tear rolled down my face as I attempted to say “We can’t fix this”.  I was scared! It took about half of the glass to get me to start coming out of it.  By then, my blood sugar was up to 44. 

What’s the relevance? In all my excitement of my June goal, I had forgotten to eat.  There wasn’t near as much adrenaline today as climbing out of an airplane, but still, my mental faculties were obviously compromised and the nausea was so overwhelming nothing sounded good.  Not wanting to age Bert like the last time, I forced myself to gag down a tablespoon of coconut oil.  Things are much better since dinner.  My blood sugar is 81 now, so I can go to sleep without that kind of incident. 

Just a reminder…no matter how exciting something is, how much you want to get something done or learn enough to do something else…take care of your physical needs first! 

Love, gratitude and blessings!

~Susan