So I know I've been writing a lot more lately on perspective, mindset, and the journey. Far too often we focus on the physical aspects of our health. No matter how much effort we put into that, if we don't exercise our mind, our soul, and our overall well being, we will never really tap our potential.
Having an open mind to new experiences can help us do this and here's what I mean by that.
Since moving down to Boca Raton, I've made a conscious effort to try new things; one of them being spending time in social settings alone. Most of you know me, and you know I'm in extreme introvert… Kidding. But going out majority of the time alone, that’s a different experience, it is really out of my comfort zone.
Take for example this past Sunday. I woke up and went to 915 mass, this is routine for me, it's comfortable. I'm not the most religious person, I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school for 12 years. Throughout young adulthood, I've gone through phases of going to church and not. Each time I move though, I seem to always go back to church, it feels like home.
Before mass started this week, there was a video shown promoting a women’s small group, a 10- week study on spirituality, femininity, and abundance. Normally, I zone out during these pre-mass announcements. Oddly, this time I paid attention and I actually kind of wondered about the announcement. After Mass, I ended up signing for information and headed home.
The next day, Monday, I received a text message from a dear friend, mentor, and role model. She disclosed to me her own personal experience with working from home encouraged me to get out and meet people.
As Tuesday came I slowly throughout the day began to convince myself that I should (maybe not “should” I don’t like that word – but ought to consider) go to the small group that night, from 7 to 9. I decided I would. So I walked the half-mile to church and asked a few people where the “Spanish House” was located. As I walked into a small yellow house it was filled with Hispanic decorations and breathtaking statues of our Lady of Guadalupe. It was pretty amazing and I immediately felt peace.
I was greeted and asked to complete a name tag, and proceeded to sit down at what appeared to be a dining room table. I looked around and there were about 8 to 10 women of various ages. I, being the youngest and probably the newest to the area, felt a little uneasy. As we went around the room introducing ourselves I could feel a sense of peace come over me. One lady was from Cuba. She mentioned her daughter and son-in-law just had a baby, live in DC and work for the CDC, immediately a connection. Another woman introduced herself and said to me to me, “I know you from somewhere, do you have a child at Saint Joan of Arc?.” I smiled and replied, “No, I don't. I actually just moved here about two weeks ago, but I was thinking the same thing when I saw you.”
And last but not least this woman who sat across from me, I’m convinced an angel, asked me about myself and we exchanged few stories. As the meeting began to wrap up she tapped me on the shoulder and said, “I hope you don't mind but I'd like to drive you home, I don't want you walking in the dark.”
As we drove home we continued to talk, laugh, and share stories. As she pulled up to my building she said to me, “No way, do you really live here?” Before I had much time to say yes she was calling a friend on her Bluetooth in the car and told her to come outside by the fountain. The next thing I knew the three of us were laughing together like old friends. I found out, my new friend and neighbor has lived here for a while and is originally from Ohio, instantaneously a Midwest Ohio girl connection.
As I walked into my apartment, I exchanged texts with my two new friends and I had a huge smile overcome my face and this incredible feeling of joy take over my body. What started out as a mere thought turned into an amazing experience. And really it came down to a feeling, a sense of a belief, having a little faith, and an open mind.
I'm looking forward to hanging out with them this weekend and going through this 9-week spiritual journey together. Normally I would set aside 9 to 12 weeks to prepare for a figure competition where my focus is centered on my foods my workouts my weight my body fat. Actually exactly one year ago that's what my life was. Weighing things out on my food scale and obsessing over how many calories I ate. I am not by any means saying there's anything wrong with weighing out your food and counting calories, however for me, no matter how much I like to tell myself it was totally fulfilling, it wasn't for me because I wasn't connected to myself
on a deeper level.
So here's to dedicating the next 9 to 10 weeks to a soul building prep. And this time my workout partners won't be spotting me with weights, rather spotting me on my faith.
Until next time, I hope you have an open mind to the possibilities the universe has to offer.