Shining like Gloss

I’m going to give you a secret to shining like gloss. The kind of shine that everyone notices when you walk in a room or pass you on the street. You might initially think it comes from your Tata Harper skincare, but then you realize the day you aren’t wearing it, that it’s not.

What that shine comes from, is inner love. Love of the self. Plane and simple. It’s a light within that radiates without and everyone is drawn to that stuff like bees to honey!

Especially people who hate you. They can’t stand to see your shine! It repulses them; brings up a venom inside of them that consumes them to the point of obsession. Have you ever had someone absolutely hate you? I’m talking about a person who will go out of their way to try and sabotage you, because if you haven’t been a victim of that sort of abuse, then you don’t have a hater.

At first you might be offended, sad even, not knowing why or how someone, anyone can possibly hate YOU. You’re a great mother, have been an amazing wife, give to animals and people in need, smile at everyone, have integrity and love people from the deepest level possible. You even give people multiple chances when others beg you to give up, because you believe in the good in everyone and try and see things from other people’s perspective.

But as time passes and you work on yourself a bit (more aptly, your self esteem), you realize that people don’t really hate you at all, they hate what you represent. They convince themselves and anyone else who will listen (probably people who are running the same program of self loathing which is masked by entitlement), that you threaten their very existence. This is called the smear campaign. It’s on the to-do list for covert narcissists.

It took me a while to get this one, which is why I am sharing it here for anyone who has a hater and may be experiencing such utter nonsense. What does it mean when we hate someone? I’ve never actually hated anyone, so I can only tell you what it means to be on the receiving end of the hate, so I’ll do that.

Feeling the hate coming off of someone is felt daily by me when I go to this website, my blog, the one you are reading now, and see that my sister in-law logs onto it. I’m not obsessed with what she is doing, like she is with what I am doing, but Google Analytics is something I check every now and again to see where my readers come from, and she always comes up in the data as a person who frequents my blog.

I’ll tell you why this is odd and frightens me a bit. We have no relationship. In fact, we never have. She never liked me, never thought I was good enough for her brother and made no bones about it. She always treated me as though I were shit on her shoe, like I had somehow accidentally landed in her yard and she had the misfortune of stepping in something she would have rather avoided her entire life. I dealt with it, never quite understanding her extreme dislike of me, just feeling the way she intended me to; like I was less than her and not worthy of her company.

But when she told my husband she did not want her children having a relationship with mine, because they weren’t good enough either, well, I am a mother and as a mother, akin to a Lioness, I had to protect my cubs, so I stopped talking to her.

If I’m being honest, her dismissal of us was mild compared to the way his parents treated us all. The list is far too lengthy and heinous to relive, and I have made therapy a necessary tool for us all so that we could overcome it. I am happy to report we have. We give them no thought at all, other than the moments they are brought back into our reality and we are forced to relive the torment.

My husband still wants a relationship with them, despite all three of our beautiful, intelligent, insightful and talented boys begging him not to speak with his sister, his mother or his father.

I have watched all three of them scream at the top of their lungs; dogs running under beds and cats disappearing upstairs from the sounds of pain being emitted from them all. Tears have flown to the point of exhaustion where they have been left in a dribbling mess of helplessness. Helpless; it’s how I feel when I see this happen to them.

Our walls, cabinets and refrigerator have been punched so hard, fists have bled and have been bruised for days, out of sheer disappointment, heartache and absolute and utter frustration from having their pleas be ignored.

The last time this happened a door was broken. I heard my husband say, “You broke the door!” To which one of my boys yelled back, “You broke my fucking heart!”

I have worked through years of garbage in therapy to get to a place of understanding why people do what they do. I know that it is out of conditioning and programming from their childhood, which is why I try to have compassion for everyone’s pain.

Part of life’s journey is recognizing we are all on our own path, so you have to honor other people’s choices even when you don’t comprehend them, which is why I have tried to honor my husband’s choice to want a relationship with his extended family, even after all of the emotional abuse we have suffered.

But there comes a time when one more time is just too many, and you cannot honor choices people make, when they continue to hurt those they claim to love.

So while I am talking about honor or lack thereof, let me address you, Westport. I will do the honorable thing here and thank you for your hatred. After all, hatred is a passion. An extreme one, but passion none the less. And I do love passion!

Passion makes me money. Passion helped me create books, modeling jobs, acting jobs, and a company this year. All of these channels I have created from passion were fueled by love from so many pure of heart, and your hatred.

The lesson of this blog is simple. Love your haters! There is no greater fuel than hate. Turn that shit into gold. It’s called alchemy and I’ve been doing it for a very long time. The more people hate on you, the more you shine.

Something good comes out of everything; even the darkest and most unimaginable pain.

Positions

the laying down of a proposition or thesis, a point of view adopted and held to, a situation that confers advantage or preference.

When we take a certain position on an issue, we are simply putting our beliefs on it, often times to the detriment of what we really want. While me may only see the differences, we fail to see all of the similarities, because our focus is only on how things will not work, instead of how fabulous they will.

Why on earth do we do this? Because we are conditioned to protecting ourselves, no matter the cost, even at the expense of our own happiness. We may look for validation outside of ourselves in some form or another, which is essentially giving our personal power away.

The greatest and only gift we will ever need, which is our inner knowing, also called intuition, tells us the truth all along, we just refuse to listen to it.

We bury our thoughts, our hearts and our internal knowing out of protection. If we have been hurt in the past and are still carrying this wounding, which always started in childhood, we will self sabotage ourselves for the remainder of our lives, until we understand that WE are keeping away the very thing we want.

Why would we do that? We say we want one thing, but when it shows up we reject it out of a fear of being hurt. So much pain resides under the surface in us all, that we fail to remember that a rose can grow from the concrete; a poem by Tupac Shakur.

Yes, it is true. Even the person who thinks they are so cracked or damaged, is worthy of love.

Have you ever been walking somewhere and see a flower blossoming in a very obscure place? You wonder how it got there because it looks as though it doesn’t belong, and yet somehow it’s there, taking in the sun’s light and thriving.

It grows because of the light. No matter where we are in our lives or what position we take on any given issue, if we simply follow the light, we will blossom.

It matters not how different you are from someone, what truly matters, is how they make you feel.

Be the rose, the obscure flower that finds the light in the darkness and allow yourself the opportunity to grow with someone, instead of growing further and further away from your true essence.

We are all worthy of love, but we have to open our hearts in order to receive it.

Together

into or in one gathering, company, mass, place, or body.

into or in union, proximity, contact, or collision, as two or more things.

into or in relationship, association, business, or agreement, etc., as two or more persons.

However you interpret together, it certainly doesn’t mean separate, which implies being apart, alone or divided.

At this time of year, most of us are together with family. This year, however, me and my family won’t be doing that. But even though we will technically be apart, we are always together. I can call them any time and chit chat.

Distance or being apart; separated if you will, does not have to mean something awful, unless of course there is a more sinister or ugly reason you aren’t in contact with someone. What could cause that kind of rift? Most of us can’t even think of never seeing someone we love, let alone not speaking to them. Unless of course you are the person keeping people at bay.

There are a million reasons why someone may not want to see someone else. But if I had to guess the most common one, it would be pain. This can be from feeling horrible around someone; more aptly being made to feel horrible or sheer and utter heartbreak. Sometimes it’s just easier to stay away.

But the truth is, if you hold this inside of you, you are the only one keeping anything separate. Nobody knows of your pain and suffering unless you tell them. If you can be brave enough to do that, then you set yourself free, no matter the outcome.

There will be those who refuse to hear what you have to say, no matter how hard you cry or how many times you tell them. This is when you have that aha moment and realize the separateness you feel was actually created by the person you are trying to be together with. It’s absolute insanity!

But once you understand that some people perpetuate separateness because of a wound within themselves, you realize that the separateness was so unnecessary. The truth is, when people really love one another, there is no need to ever pick sides, only a wanting to join them.

Then there are those who will embrace your words of truth, because maybe they have been feeling the same exact way and your coming forward and expressing it, gives them an opportunity to do the same.

Thanksgiving. A time of being together, even if it’s only virtual or on the phone.
Togetherness is not something that is measured by who is around your table because we all know that is nothing more than a facade.

Togetherness is in your heart. It is the people that make you smile when they aren’t even around, the ones who support you through the good as well as the bad and most importantly, those who honor your choices, even when they don’t understand them, because they honor you.

During this time of thankfulness, may you reach out to those who you want to be together with and keep those who perpetuate the separateness at arms length. Maybe even longer! Like…a leg, or a body’s length, or maybe a city? A country? Just saying! Don’t perpetuate this toxic behavior. We are living in a pandemic and nobody has time for that!

Embrace those you love a little harder and open your hear to those who want to be with you!

The Devil Made Me Do It

Have you ever wondered what makes people do certain things? I know I have! Some people might think a person is under the influence of the devil when they do something bold, but I think it’s perfectly human!

I know people believe in God and angels, because they pray to them all the time, even if they don’t believe in the devil, so it makes me wonder. Is there really a character that taps into our dark side called the devil?

What is a dark side anyway? A side we keep hidden? A part of ourselves that we explore when no one is looking? Is it a darkness within us that we are afraid others might see and head for the hills?

Honestly, I don’t know. I think we all have an angel and devil within us. Whatever the situation calls for, we either bring forward the angel within us, or the devil that wants to unleash its wrath.

To be real, Lucifer was an angel to start with.

I think we are all angels, just like Lucifer was. Until someone does us wrong or does us dirty. The devil inside might rear its ugly head and the other person wishes he/she never crossed our path at all.

But is it really an ugly head? I mean, if you watch the show, Lucifer, he’s pretty darn handsome! Why is it we think of our wants, desires or needs as ugly? Aren’t they perfectly natural?

I’m watching my oldest son’s dog now. He’s cute as can be; angelic almost. A pound dog that he rescued ( I taught him well), who was brought from a dumpster in Mississippi to a shelter in Connecticut where the good soul known as my son, adopted him.

Having this little angel here has been enlightening. I’ve realized I’ve moved far beyond the baby phase in my life and only want peace and quiet. I like a clean house, things where I left them and in one piece (not chewed to bits all over my kitchen). I like a yard without dog poop or my plants being chewed. I like my carpets clean, not smelling like urine. Oh! And I also cherish my sleep, yoga and early morning walks, which are completely non-existent at this point.

Since this little angel arrived, our house is no longer ours. It’s his. And while I do enjoy buying him toys, treats, beds and coats (I bought the cutest pea coat today!), I’m ready for the little arshole to leave!

Today he chewed a box of tissues, bit through a conditioner bottle and pissed on my carpet after he was outside for 20 minutes frolicking in my yard. In short, he’s el diablo.

Around 7 pm tonight he will get rowdy, restless and crash on a chair next to me and look like heaven just sent him to us. I’ll put him to bed and he will sleep until he gets up and does this all over again.

The moral of this story is, we are all devils. It’s fun being one! The angel? Sure, they’re sweet and all, but come on! Who has the most fun? Mark Twain said it best: “Go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company.”

I don’t know about you, but I prefer company, which is getting harder and harder to come by these days. I have a certain criteria that seems to be non-existent. Where did all the fun, intelligent, and authentic people go?

Come to think of it, it’s probably why me and this little guy get along so well!

Invite your devil out to play! The angel is boring. Just don’t chew tissues, plants or pee on someone’s carpet!

A Force To Be Reckoned With

I thought this song rather fitting with the whole wrecking ball theme and all. I mean, a wrecking ball can do a whole lot of damage, but if it’s used with intention, it gets the job done very effectively.

When we think of this phrase, “A force to be reckoned with” and use it to refer to a person, we generally think of someone we don’t want to challenge. This is usually a person with influence or power. They may not be powerful, but we perceive them as such by the way they carry themselves.

On the extreme end they could be potentially dangerous, especially if they have a wrecking ball and are aiming it at you!

I have known a few people that I would describe as “A force to be reckoned with” and if I broke it down for you and tried to explain why I thought of them in this way, I would say it has to do with confidence.

But what is confidence anyway? It is when we feel sure about our skills and abilities. This is not in an arrogant way: that my friends, is called false confidence and we all know a few people like that!

Confidence means you accept and trust yourself and have a sense of control in your life. You know your strengths and weakness well and have a positive view of yourself. This super power of yours emits a sort of beacon to others who are drawn to you like moths to a flame.

We lose our confidence when we rely on others for our self esteem. When we look outside of ourselves for attention, love and acceptance, rather than going within and learning how to cultivate these qualities ourselves, our power is diminished and we have essentially taken a wrecking ball to ourselves and smashed our self love, self worth and self acceptance into a thousand pieces.

But when we find the love within that we have been tirelessly looking for out there somewhere, it’s as though a switch goes off and we realize just how many times we sold ourselves short and settled for so much less than what we were worthy of.

When we learn to become the wrecking ball that carves our own path, not one that is dictated by someone else, we might get a lot of flack from people who don’t like our new found power.

This is a sign that they are probably one of the people who have been keeping you from being the force that you know you are capable of. People don’t like change, especially when you decide you’ve had enough of the program.

When you become a person no one should have ever underestimated or ignored, you have two choices when it comes to keeping people in your life or allowing new ones in.

Let people meet you at your level or put down down the wrecking ball and sign on for more of the same bs. The choice is yours.

I have to go now; I’ve got more walls to smash!

The Shadow

Remember this scene in Peter Pan? He couldn’t live without his shadow and was willing to risk being seen by others in order to get it back. He even sewed it on he loved it so much!

When most of us think of our shadow, we think about that silhouette we see when there is a contrast between light and dark. But our shadow self is really the side of our personality that contains all of those unappealing parts of ourselves that we don’t want to admit to having and certainly don’t want anyone to see.

Most of us may not even give our shadow side a second thought and it will therefore remain unconscious. When life starts to serve up the same bs to you over and over again or you are forced, jarred or otherwise catapulted from your la di da existence, then you become what is called self-aware and just like magic, your shadow self appears. It whispers in your ear in a creepy little voice, “Hello there stranger. I think it’s time we got acquainted.”

Your shadow self wants you to acknowledge it! It is tired of being hidden away like a secret lover or a family member you’re ashamed of. It begs you to look at it, honor it and give it light.

Why is it we think our shadow selves are so heinous? We tell ourselves that these characteristics we have are too unsightly for others to see, so we hide them away (in the shadows if you will) and pretend we are someone else. We may go so far as to invent a new persona altogether.

We become very leery of who we share our “dark” side with. We may even have a whole different set of friends and we never let the two groups meet. We may carry on as though our world is perfect, when we might be one bottle away from drinking ourselves to death. We may smile at everyone and then go home and cry ourselves to sleep.

What is it about the perfect facade that draws so many of us to it? Well, I can only tell you from experience that when someone presents themselves as perfect and you take the bait, it’s because you’ve got some shadow work to do yourself.

Perfect=highly dysfunctional. When people try too hard or never share their thoughts, they have got some baggage, and I’m not talking a carry-on here. They’ve got the whole set of luggage and bought two more because they were on sale!

I think the so-called ugly side of people is their most attractive quality. I call it being real. It seems to be a rare quality these days, which is why I personally find it so alluring.

What is your shadow side? What do you think is so wretched about yourself that you can’t share it? Show it? Embrace it?

Maybe today is the day you take a note out of Peter Pan’s story and embrace your shadow. Allow yourself to be free of the facade. Imagine how much lighter you would feel. Who knows! Maybe with a little pixie dust you might even fly!

The Saboteur

If you have never heard of archetypes, this is one of them. You can do the research yourself about them, I’d start with Carolyn Myss, as she wrote a whole book on them.

The Saboteur, in short, is one of the survival archetypes. We will literally sabotage a career, relationship and the things we say we want most in this world, if we have this archetype. And why would we do that you ask? Because we can’t help it. We have been conditioned by our subconscious mind to steer clear of anything it perceives as a threat to our wellbeing.

The subconscious mind is so powerful, it has been given the task of protecting you from any situation or person that remotely reminds you of a past experience that left you feeling abandoned, rejected, disregarded, unloved, unwanted, disliked, undervalued, shunned, unwelcome, spurned, outcast…the list goes on. Your subconscious mind has memorized all of your comfort zones and it will do everything it can to keep you in them, no matter how different the situation or person is, in front of you.

Even if you meet someone new or are offered a job that looks promising and gets you all excited, the very reason that it is new, will make your subconscious feel threatened. You might try and take steps towards that which is calling you, but BOOM! You will shut down. Your subconscious will take over and say, “We’ve got this! No need to worry yourself. Just sit back and do nothing and we will all be safe.”

You might try to bypass the subconscious, but she takes her job very seriously. She will literally make you feel uncomfortable in your own body if you attempt to do anything new or different. For example, you might agree to audition for a movie that shoots in LA and then when you get the script you find things wrong with it. Things like…the location, the lines, the people, the weather, the paper, etc….Everything will be wrong even if there isn’t anything, but you’ll find it.

You’ll feel a pit in your stomach the size of a city at the mere thought of doing this project. You might start to hyperventilate. Then you get mad at yourself. “How could you have agreed to this?” You can’t sleep because every thought is about that project. So you wake up the next day, call your agent and make up one of a hundred excuses you have in that little excuse book of yours called, “Self Sabotage 101” and you hang up the phone. You feel instant relief and tell yourself, “Never again!” And feel as though you dodged a bullet.

But then a few days go by and someone close to you asks “What do you really want?” You look at them confused. “You know what I want! I want to be in a movie, on a show.” “Then why do you keep turning down things?” And that’s when you realize your 15 year old is far more insightful then you are.

This was during quarantining; I mean, what else is there to do but drink and think about how messed up your life is? So I started thinking about mine.

From the mouth of babes! It got me thinking though. Why was I turning down the exact thing that I said I wanted? And then it hit me. For years I have had agents. Most people can’t get one. I’ve helped several; even waiters at random restaurants I eat at. It’s like the crowning jewel to them, and there I was with an entire crown!

Always happy to have the agent, happy to get the audition, but then when I am on the cusp of booking a job, panic sets in. My heart palpitates, my hands sweat (well, they always do that, just a little more profusely) and I sleep like shit thinking about the job. How pathetic is that?

I have sabotaged myself from some pretty amazing opportunities. Just Monday I did it again. Had a callback for a huge job and my computer froze. Did I do it? Perhaps. Maybe not. Who knows! All I know is, the client was there, the casting director was there and a few more random people, but Gretchen… she wasn’t there! I mean come on! Let’s think about this metaphorically. The computer froze. Or did I?

This happens to all of us who are letting the saboteur run front and center in our lives. We are merely keeping ourselves safe, or so we think. A situation arrises that calls for you to be brave, and yet you can’t even find your shoes. You might even forget how to tie them. You miss that important phone call because your alarm didn’t go off, or did you forget to set it? You meet someone you are attracted to but the saboteur won’t even let you get close enough to them to ask their name. Every hair on your body stands on end, signaling you of the girl who ripped your heart out after she stole every penny in your bank account. Never doing that again! Nope! Uh huh!

We will sabotage ourselves from living the life of our dreams, because the subconscious is that powerful. I’ve done it a hundred times!

I bet if I asked you to think of an experience that left you feeling like you weren’t good enough, you could come up with one in a millisecond. Oddly enough, we have to think a little longer to come up with a good memory; one where we felt loved and accepted for who we were. This is how conditioned we are to shooting ourselves in the foot!

I don’t believe things happen randomly. And I have worked on myself for so long, especially the last few years, that I finally get that things don’t happen to us, they happen for us. This is extremely empowering and I hope if you are reading this, that is something you will take away.

Things happen for us so that we can recognize where we have patterns. Where we might actually be sabotaging ourselves from the life we say we want, but are too afraid of what happened to us last week or ten years ago to move forward.

A life without facing fears is a life that is not fulfilling, it is a life of settling. It’s one that keeps us on the side of the fence looking over it, wondering if the grass really might be a little greener over there, but we will never know. We will just live in our yard, doing our thing, while we talk about others who take chances either begrudgingly or with admiration.

I promised my son I would say yes to every audition since I made this discovery of sabotage. And I have. I cannot be a person who tells him to follow his dreams, no matter how painful, frustrating, sad or hard, and not do the same.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s time you said hello to the things that scare the hell out of you, and said goodbye to fear. Maybe all of those things that inspire you and get you all excited will be right in front of you, as though you snapped your fingers and they suddenly appeared.

P.S. They’ve been there all along, but you were probably looking through the subconscious frames instead of the conscious ones.

Light A Fire

There are many quotes about fire. “Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.” “Light a fire they can’t put out.” “If it doesn’t set your soul on fire, it’s not worth the burn'” are just a few.

What is it about fire that we are all drawn to? Is it the heat that it emits? The flame? The color? There is something very magical about fire. People have prayed to it for years, centuries even. There is even a fire God, Hephaestus.

But where did all of the terms about fire and setting one to our passions start? How did lighting a fire under it become a term to get us moving?

Well if you didn’t know, it was actually back when chimney sweepers had an actual fire lit under them so they would climb the chimney when they were scared. I’ve had some bad bosses through they years but I’d say the guy who came up with this form of motivation wins hands down.

But this origin does make sense, when it comes to us wanting something. “Light a fire under it”. We will even use this phrase when someone doesn’t do anything about getting something they want. “He just won’t light a fire under it.” We might even say, “I’d like to light a fire under him!” But neither one will do anything, if the person isn’t motivated to change.

Let’s face it, a lot of us talk about how we want something but then do nothing about it. I don’t know if it comes from being lazy, entitled or just plain complacent. Either way, a life without passion is no life at all if you ask me.

One of my favorite quotes about fire is: Those who have walked through the fire, leave sparks of light wherever they go. These are the people we find ourselves mesmerized by. It’s not so much a beauty thing, it’s an internal thing. They seem to radiate a sort of light from within.

This to me is the ultimate form of a person who has lived some life, worked through their crap and has come out the other side with a sense of calm that emits like a beacon to those looking for it. They are unwavering in their passions, their conviction to what is right and wrong for them and are unapologetic about who they are.

If walking through the fire can bring this type of peace, then I don’t understand why more of us aren’t doing it.

There is of course the one saying about fire that goes like this: If you’re gonna play with fire, you’re gonna get burned. Well, come on! Anyone knows that playing with fire will make this happen, but I think the real meaning behind this quote is quite simple.

If you do stupid shit like interact with shitty people who do shitty things, then you’re gonna get more shit. It’s pretty simple. And if you’re with someone else or have a family and you expose them to the shit, well then they’ve all essentially gotten burned, haven’t they? Lesson here: stay away from shitty people who do shitty things and you’ll be okay and so will the people who say you care about.

Now back to fires. Have you lit one lately? I’m trying to light one right now. It’s under a 15 year old boy who told me to get him up to work out, but his face is buried in his pillow and he won’t stir.

I see the fire in his eyes whenever he plays football. The fire in his eyes makes me want to help him. So that’s what I do. We all need someone like this. Someone who see the fire in your eyes and wants to do something about it.

May we all find the fire that moves us and a person who sees it in us and wants to be there on the journey. And if we can’t find either, maybe we keep burning the home fires of our own soul, until it find us, and a spark ensues and turns into a beautiful flame.

Light it up!

Hope

I felt this song was rather appropriate to our current state in the world. I think, like most of us, that we are in dire need of hope.

What is hope anyway?  To cherish a desire with anticipation. To want something to happen or be true. To desire with expectation of obtainment or fulfillment.

But how do we bring all of those feelings of hope into fruition? Well, we can’t just sit there being an armchair warrior that’s for sure!

Hope without action is merely a pipe dream. Something we daydream about. Visions in our heads of what could be. It’s a nice world, but it isn’t real. The real world demands action.

Most of us will sit at home and think about how we could do something if we really wanted to. I mean, I could hope all day long about how I COULD be on a show if I WANTED to, but is that going to get me an audition? My youngest son COULD hope to play football, but did that get him into a school and hour and a half from his home, where they are one of the only teams in the country playing now? Absolutely not! Our dreams and visions go far beyond hope.

We had to face our fear. The big one! It’s a scary one! It’s called REJECTION!!!!! What is it about rejection or the fear of it, that paralyses people so much? I just don’t get it! Maybe it’s because I face rejection on a weekly basis or I just don’t see it as rejection. I have raised my kids to always go after their dreams, which probably explains why none of us ever have regrets about the decisions we make, even when the rest of the world might ridicule us for them.

But who we are others to judge what makes you happy or what you hope about?

People talk about change, but don’t make any. They speak of equal rights but have their own set of rules. They condemn those with a voice and call them rebels, instead of embracing their bravery for expressing their truth. People want love but don’t embrace it and judge those who are different instead of trying to understand them. People even go so far as to say they want relationships but then put conditions all over them.

We are at a place in history where we are really being asked to look at ourselves. Who are you and what do you stand for? Are you a person who is willing to take accountability for where you are and how your life has turned out or are you a person who will continue to have hope, without doing anything to bring it about?

There are so many people with hope now. They have turned out by the millions to vote. Hope runs through their veins and they feel that their very existence relies on the outcome of this election. And maybe they are right. Either way, hope lives within them and hope just might get them through this paramount event and onto the other side, which is freedom of fear.

There are moments, like this one, where we might not have any hope and those are the moments where we really have to dig our heels in and find the grit, courage and passion to do something about it.

Have hope! Lift your spirit and dance! You are free to make choices and with that there is always hope.