Soul Sistas

Okay.. so here’s the thing. I consider myself a sister goddess (read Mama Gena’s book)…….or as I like to say “story star”. I try to surround myself with other sister goddesses and other story stars. I try to live as juicy as I can. It doesn’t happen all the time…. because I also suffer from PMS. During that time, I am a total fucking bitch goddess…. But you can read about that in another post.

Women who declare themselves as story stars have the magic. Hey girls! “You’ve got to fall in love with yourselves first… and then the world will follow.” (Mama Gena)

Being authentic is about being true to who you really are and developing intimacy with others based on this  truth.  (throw sex into the mix and you have yourselves a guaranteed orgasm) I’m sorry…this is where my mind goes and I have no control over it. :)

Authenticity requires being real.  Declaring this is who I am and I’m not afraid to show you.  It also involves caring about what others have to say and taking a genuine interest.  Trying to listen with your heart and opening up your soul.  I said try. Let’s face it. This doesn’t work all the time. Some people are shut off, shut down….(or the type you wish would shut up).  When I manage to make that kind of connection, however, I revel in it. It fills my soul.  Touching someone’s life is really the essence of who we should try to be.  Anything else is kind of a waste of one’s time.

I think that’s one of the strengths of living an authentic life….. and I think it’s what makes story stars magical in any given moment. Everyone has this ability… but soooo many people live their lives on the surface…. talking about superficial things….playing a part. We all do sometimes. However, I know that when I feel a warm heart in my presence I want to showcase my own. This is what will draw people to you. Find the good in yourself as well as everyone around you…. and just sparkle.

Happy Week

happy week

As I’ve mentioned… I suffer from PMS very badly. I would like to also note that I never had PMS before I got married. hmmmmmmm…. interesting….

In college, I didn’t even really believe in PMS. I couldn’t relate at all. So many things were different in college… no responsibilities……I never worried about anything… I was so laid back…… Maybe it was so easy because I only had to ever think about myself… and I totally controlled my own life……… I had my own space. I’m thinking that even today….. if I could just live by myself, my PMS might magically go away….

Can you even imagine living alone????…….ahhhhhhhhh. I do love my husband and kids…. very much in fact…… BUT I think it would be the best of both worlds if I could be next-door neighbors with them. Two houses side by side…… How fun would it be to get a booty call from your spouse???? You could do the walk of shame afterwards…… except you wouldn’t be that ashamed. Whining kids…… “sorry I have to go now…bye!” Anyways, that just might be the relief that my family needs even more than I do FROM ME and the wrath of my PMS.

Friends…Here’s the problem …. I’m finding that as I get older my PMS is getting worse… much worse…. in length and severity. It used to last a few days… and then a week…. and now it seems that I start my PMS symptoms as soon as I ovulate… I can feel it… and I’m a bitch… starting then…. gradually progressing little by little for a full two weeks up until my period into a full-fledged psycho monster bitch goddess from hell. Then I start my period and although the cramps knock me off my feet, there is also sweet relief from the bitchiness.

Finally, there is the week after the period……… I call it My Happy Week. It’s the one week out of the month where everything falls into pure synchronicity. I am living la vida loca….. I am at my skinniest…. my skin glows…. my mood shines……I’m sparkling bright as the star of my story…and life is just fantabulous! I really need to remember to make all of my plans for that week…..My One Shining Silver Lining Happy Week.

Calculate your Happy Week and plan accordingly.