Category Archives: Erika Beebe

Living Wednesday Like an Almost Monday

How many times have you really wanted something—you started off strong—kept the fire burning hot, and then a cold bucket of water poured right over the top of your head.

I have changed my mind in life so many times. Always a busy person. Always moving. Fitness was a natural thing for me. I wanted to be a dietitian, until I looked six years of school in the face and realized the expense of school didn’t match with the paycheck. I wanted to be a zoologist, but discovered I had a ferocious allergy to pet dander. A landscape architect was probably my favorite career dream of the past—until my body fizzled out leaving me with nothing but a huge fever, bed rest, and a brain ache from the sleep deprivation; the gentle persuasion from those around me to figure out something else didn’t help either.

Today is a different moment. I learned I can be many different things in life.  I learned to take a hard look at the things I love and weigh them in weight.  Just like the Marilyn quote, I have the one thing now that I really dream about and wish for more than anything. But I can’t give up. I have to open my mind to feedback, the growth I’ll gain from it, and always write and read every day.  There’s no time for excuses; there will always be competition, but  I can dream harder.
So what did I do today to get me that much closer?

I have one major revision to make in my book based on a recent writing workshop I completed with a literary agency in New York. I have to change the reaction of a character, which is sort of a domino effect for the following chapters. So I set my alarm to 5:00 a.m. I set the coffee pot to go off so the smell and the steam would draw me right from the bed. I had the computer sleeping so I could sit right down, sip my coffee and write. And I did. For one entire hour before it was time to get ready for work. And you know what? I was more organized today than I’d been in a long time.
And tomorrow? 4:30 a.m. is my goal. I’m inching my way into a 4:00 a.m. routine. I know, that’s an almost ungodly time of day. But I have to. I know I can do it. ;0)

This Year I will "LIVE as though heaven is on earth."

I want to live like everyday is heaven. What would that be like to you? What what that feel like? I envision it going something like this: I wake up. I smile. I feel fresh, new and ready to live the lessons I learned from the day before. I think a day like heaven would rely on forgiveness of hurts. Philosophies of acceptance for differences. I think living life like heaven relies heavily on communication and understanding why we say the things we do. Maybe we haven’t forgiven a hurt and it keeps coming back to haunt us. In any case, I want to explore the hurts and let them go. 
This is my goal for the year. I already dance to music. All the time. I sing louder than I should. All the time. Love. I definitely think it’s awesome to give it. Get it? HEAVEN! But living each day like heaven? That’s a long goal in itself. A beautiful goal. 
My mother said to me awhile back, “Erika, stop running. You get your feelings hurt and you shut down. You push people away. This time, dig in your heels. Let the steam die down for a few weeks. Maybe something will surprise you.” 

Her words surprised me.She rarely called me out like that. I thought about it for a long time. All sorts of old memories surfaced about me moving from one hometown to another. Making Friends. Losing Friends. And all because I didn’t believe in “AND.”

I guess I’ve lived my life believing it’s not okay to disagree. If you disagree you’re too different, so let it go and step away. My best friend kept apology letters from me in her drawer for the longest time, how we’d fight over a place to eat. I wanted to win. I did, and then I felt so rotten I’d send her a 5 page letter about how sorry I was. I didn’t have to win. It’s not like we’d never go to dinner again and the next time, I could pick.

I realize now, after many hurt relationships and landing a job in corporate training where I actually taught managers how to work with people, how wrong my personal philosophy was, even though I didn’t realize how deeply I hung on to that theory.

The curriculum of Crucial Conversations opened my eyes to a whole new world of speaking and acting. I always thought I had to hide what I felt inside if someone didn’t agree. I was scared of fighting, even though in some weird way I was also a fighter.

This is the year I want to define ME. I want to live each day with what matters most to me. And in order to do that, I have to search my soul. I know I’m a wife, a mother, a friend, a coworker, a daughter a sister, an aunt and so many other things, but deep down, I want to tease the “me” apart so I can be better in the rest of my roles.

Life happens so fast, you blink and you don’t realize you’ve left behind the things that brought joy to you. I want to recreate those joys. Getting married, having two babies, working and living day-to-day can make you forget some of the important things inside your own heart.

2012 was a difficult year on many levels in almost all the roles in my life. I think I’m ready for 2013. I’ve got a flashlight and I’ll shine my way through. I’ll explore the “AND” in all things and all relationships, the power of forgiveness, and what life could be like if every single day I reminded myself of the power of both. That’s what I think would help me LIVE everyday just a little bit closer to heaven. So I’ll set it as my dream this year and I’ll keep you posted on how I do.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! May your greatest wish this year come true.

And if you want to feel inspired by one heck of a great song on forgiveness, I’m attaching it below. 
Matthew West’s Acoustic Version of Forgiveness:

Look up. Brighten Your Day With A Smile.

http://www.workisnotajob.com

I went to the gym today. I taught my usual Saturday morning Yoga class. Afterwards, I walked around listening to my music, trying to figure out what I wanted to do next when I caught a stranger’s gaze, and I smiled.

I jumped on a couple of different cardio machines and in between my interval training, I saw another couple of strangers, and I smiled. Then I thought about how awesome it made me feel.

Many days I do some of the same things. I go to some of the same places and I have to admit, I don’t always take the time to smile. I get stuck in my own little world. I think about my day. The hurts. The blessings. I travel to my next destination, whether it be the bathroom at work, the break room, or the next machine at the gym with my mind wrapped around some sort of thought.

So why am I writing about smiles today? Because like this morning, I realized how good it feels to spread one. I liked thinking about someone else for a moment and letting my mind go perfectly quiet. Maybe you’ll get a smile back. Maybe someone hasn’t been smiled at all day and yours is the first. In any case, it brightened my morning. It inspired me enough to wonder about someone else’s life in the moment, and then I remembered, how fortunate I am to be exactly where I am right now.

A couple of fun quotes that made me smile in seconds:

Smile. Have you ever noticed how easily puppies make human friends? Yet all they do is wag their tails and fall over. ~Walter Anderson

Smiling is infectious,
You can catch it like the flu.
Someone smiled at me today,
And I started smiling too.
~Anonymous

Merry Christmas Eve!

http://www.craftymamablog.com/2010/12/baby-jesus-in-manger.html

Today is a beautiful day. It’s the celebration of the night before a miracle baby was born. A baby who represents all things love and all things hope.

I wanted to take a moment today to remember the spirit of Christmas. How it’s not about getting gifts, but giving gifts. Gifts of the best kind. The gift of love for each other. Remembering the people that matter most to us. The gift of hope. Believing there will always be a new day and a new beginning because that baby was born.

As a parent, there’s nothing better than being fortunate to give gifts from my heart because I love my babies and I want them to feel love and dream about endless possibilities in their new gifts. And seeing my kids smiling cheeks, hearing their laughter shaking their chests, and of course, the awesome huge hugs, makes me feel quite good inside.

But I also want to teach my kids about the spirit of that baby. How Christmas is about Him and the promise of that baby growing up into a bigger more giant meaning for all of us.

Merry Christmas everyone. I wish you an awesome day of love and peace and of course, hope.