Turning Point

I stood on my toes and peered into a basket full of crystals with big curious eyes. I was 5 years old and sure that I’d never seen anything more fascinating. The woman at the register watched me carefully sift through the group of stones with my tiny hands. She looked down at me and said “You can take one home if you’d like.” I smiled and reached for the first one that caught my attention, a small amethyst with jagged edges and a smooth bottom. I said thank you and left the store with my mother.

As we made our way back to the car my excitement got the best of me; I walked too fast and stumbled on the concrete. The amethyst slipped out of my hands and broke into pieces on the ground. Hot tears skipped off my sun-kissed cheeks.

A man with long blonde dreads in his hair walked towards me and bent down to pick up the pieces. He looked in my eyes and quietly said to me “Don’t cry, sweetie. Some things are just meant to be shared.”  I handed him the largest piece that had broken off of the stone as I held the other piece close. He smiled at me and with an unspoken understanding he stood up and walked away.

I never saw that man again but his smile and energy were unforgettable. My amethyst has stayed with me since that day. It stands as a reminder that some things break and you simply can’t let it shake you. I still visit Dancing Cranes Imports (the store where this event occurred) and feel the beautiful crystals in my hands. It will forever be one of my favorite places to be.

That was the turning point in my life where I discovered the art of sharing the things we hold near and dear to our hearts. I believe we can only lose the things we hold onto, therefore I allow my experiences to open my eyes and then I move on.

And that is what has inspired me to start this blog. My only hope is that someone will stumble upon a post and be able to take just one thing with them that helps them along their journey.

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Sweeter Than Others

Dear January 14th…. we are in a fight.

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BUT, lets celebrate the beauty of today instead of highlighting the negative. I decided to take my frustration out in the kitchen and bake the cutest little banana bran muffins you’ve ever seen.

mini bran muffin

And of course I spilled granola all over my kitchen floor during the process. But don’t worry, Roman was there to provide me with some assistance..

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AAAAND…. Lincoln turned 2 at the end of December & I couldn’t be more proud of the sweet boy that he is. I do believe being an auntie is one of the biggest blessings in the world. We played with his new toys, ate cupcakes, and smooched goodnight. I love him very much.

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It’s colder than a witches tit in the ‘tah. I’ve come to the conclusion that copious amounts of tea, bloody mary’s (which I’ve mastered), beer, and football are the only solution to the temperature being in single digits. Keep calm & drink/cheer the 49ers on.

January weather

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”  Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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Winter is always the hardest season for me, so meditation, yoga & daily affirmations are key to staying centered & balanced. The problem is I close my eyes for 10 minutes & when I open them this is my first thought….
what the fuck was I thinking about?
Oops. Some seasons are simply sweeter than others. Speaking of sweet, I decided to stop being an asshole & start dating again (& I may or may not have a crush…) What has January been treating you with? I miss all of you. Reach out to me so that we can reconnect, I’d love to hear what’s going on in your world.
All my love until next time, Bailey Mikell

Being picky about what I put into my mind

I have decided to commit to listening to an inspirational speech/video each day for the rest of this month. I will do this instead of pinning workouts that I’ll never do & pictures of beautiful babies that I won’t have for 5+ years on Pinterest. Same goes for mindless Facebook wandering & reading tweets where crazy girls like this one share uncouth tweets. Yes, most of us enjoy indulging in a little social media but if we learn to be more selective about what our brains take in on a daily basis we can begin to truly grow. Those things do not get me anywhere, motivational speeches giving me the tools I need to be successful can.

This afternoon I listened to 50 Things I Will Do Today. There are plenty more options among the one I chose at Learn Out Loud, so head on over & listen while you enjoy lunch on your patio with a green smoothie or iced tea (assuming it’s as beautiful outside where you are as it is where I am)

#22 taught me this…

Buddha comes from the word Budh, which means one who is awake to reality. Become awake. Become aware. Live in the now.

We’ll talk more later this evening (if my midterm project & article don’t throw me over the deep end before then) because I have some good news to share with you! All my love, Bee

If It Were A Book

I’ve been trying to accept that good things happen to bad people..

I ordered a book my friend Jani recommended called  “Women Who Think Too Much”. I spend a large amount of my time doing that & I’m ready to make a change for the better. Women tend to overanalyze things & it’s not healthy. It will be my new bath time read. Thank you Jani.

Hell week (or hell weeks) is among us and it’s everything you’d imagine it to be. An article is due every day for 11 days. We typically have 1 article per week so it’s a lot more work then we’re used to.

I’ll be in SLC for CJ’s funeral this weekend, back home for a day, then back to SLC for an all day work summit next week. Not much I can do other then get plenty of rest & prepare myself mentally. Anyway, if you have the time I want you to ask yourself this question today: if your life was a book and you were the author how would you want your story to go? Watch this video & get inspired to make it an incredible story.

 I hope you all have a great Thursday. All my love, xoxo

Twice For Luck

Andy woke me up at 2:30 in the morning to tell me that our fish, Blackie Chan, has been eating the rocks in his bowl & then spitting them out. I asked him if that was some kind of joke when we got up today, and he said no. He accused me of starving Blackie – But I feed him 3 times a day. So what the hell dude? What kind of fish does that? Anyway, that was the way I started my day today.

Lately whenever water gets spilled on the floor & I step in it (which grosses me out really bad for some reason) I automatically assume someone pee’d on the floor. Why? Why do I do this? It’s not like there is a dog or a kid here? I am an odd duck.

I am going to be working on my paper tonight. It’s due on Tuesday so it’s not that my time limit is stressful, it’s the fact that I don’t have a god damn clue what I am doing. When I signed up for this class I was ready for a challenge. That is what life is about, stepping out of your comfort zone & exploring things that scare you.

Even though I know I can do this, part of me is beginning to see what I am good at and what I am not good at. Creative writing/pulling shit out of my ass is my specialty (pardon my french) – Journalism, mmm, not so much. Avoiding the things I struggle with will not get me anywhere in life. Deep down, I am simply scared to death of failing. With lots of hard work I hope to avoid that and prove myself wrong. I rubbed my buddhas belly twice today… I hope it helps.

Until this paper is done you (hopefully) will not hear from me. XOXO