Abro mi Corazón

¡Hola, Equipo!

¡Yo soy muy excitato porque pronto estaremos juntos!
¿Puede hasta usted creer que esto es casi el Día 91?

Aquí está una cotización en inglés que pensé que usted podría encontrar interesante:

"All endeavors call for the ability to tramp the last mile, shape the last plan, endure the last hours toil. The fight to the finish spirit is the one… characteristic we must possess if we are to face the future as finishers."
Henry David Thoreau

¡Lo que es jugoso hoy es que Rachel y yo hacemos nuestro segundo todo--nighter juntos! Sensaciones aún mejores que el primer...!

Globalmente vulnerable,
Julia

Acceleration

Oh the places we will go…

What a week this has been so far - it seems as if the Universe is seeing this as our last week before Day 91, and is delivering presents in my path as I proceed - is that happening to you? I hope so!

Today was an amazing day - acceleration seems to be the key operative, and wow, am I!
Talk about the “and game” - are you playing it, too? I think you are…

TEAM - This is our last week!!! Are you playing full out? I hope so - I know I am!!

And it feels so good. While I sit here typing, planning on my ‘2nd half of my date’ upstairs with my husband, who is most likely already asleep (it’s ok - I’m waking him up for something he’ll appreciate, as the 2nd half of my date….), I think of all of you - teammates who have come so far, and yet have so far to go - a journey that most likely has become longer in the making of it during this PLD game - all of us have expanded to new dimensions and are moving in the direction of even greater greatness - isn’t that GREAT?!?!?!

As you can see, I am high on life, and that’s the most addicting drug there is.

I love you. All of you...

It’s happening,
Julie

The future beckons

Wow - in 7 days, third weekend will be behind us and we will be looking forward to a whole new world; one in which we live “Day 91” now, moment-by-moment and everyday. Awesome to contemplate…

The future holds out her hand and beckons - what will we make of her? Will we be satisfied? Will we be proud? Will we be, do and have everything we ever wanted? Will we love and be loved? Will we support and be supported? Will we fulfill our destiny? Will we leave a legacy?

Who knows? Only time, vision and our action lies between where we are now and where we will be… and I, for one am committed to a life of lessons and application of learned skills such that I remain in growth mode, and not decay. Are you with me??

Juiciness is... when your husband works with you all day, only to take you out on date night with your best friend and her husband...

Manifestation is the Universe’s middle name…
Julie

So far...

Wow - in one short week, we will be experiencing 3rd weekend - and it seems like only yesterday and yet a lifetime ago that we embarked upon this amazing journey… a juicy one, indeed.

And what have we accomplished, so far?

We’ve broken through some life-long patterns
And prepped a room for painting
We took a walk with blindfold on
And cleaned up trash together
Succeeded on a scavenger hunt
And celebrated greatness
Cursed and grumbled at our BCT’s
And bonded in our coaching
Laughed and cried and hugged a lot
And grown as a team together
Who would have thought a group like us
Would become a family forever?

And now our journey comes to a close, or are doors just starting to open?
And we have the chance to take what we’ve learned and revel in our magnificence.
We can walk ahead from this game forward and live life extraordinarily
And look back upon these days and weeks and reminisce quite fondly.

And so I feel it’s time to read my very favorite quote, coz even though he’s long dead now, it’s powerfully wrote:

The mind, once expanded to the dimensions of larger ideas, never returns to its original size.

The Universe be thanked for that!

Looking forward,
Julie

OMG, Team - can you believe that we have eleven days left before Day 91?!?!

A lot can happen in eleven days… are you ready for miracles? I am…

So, what’s the juice today, you say? Today was ultra juicy with Nathan Ricks speaking at a luncheon meeting, then coming home and getting ready for a slam-dunk NuSkin meeting this evening.

What I realized and what was juicy today is this:

we have all of eleven days left.
We have only eleven days left.
We have a whole eleven days left.

Which one summarizes your perspective? Can you guess which option I choose?

PS - I spoke to 2 PLD grads whom I trust very much, and they said to play it as if you have nothing to lose during these last few daze. What a concept! Think I’ll apply it...

"You were born to win, but to be a winner, you must plan to win, prepare to win, and expect to win."
Zig Ziglar 

Impactfully,
Julie

The Wall

Hey Team!
I was thinking about where we are in the game the other day, and realized that we are at

The Wall!!

So…. how do we get everyone over? Can we do it?!?!? YES WE CAN!

And I wonder - have you visualized YOUR day 91?
What will you have created?
How will you BE?
What will you have let go of???

I’M EXCITED!
I’M EXCITED!!
I’M EXCITED!!!

Breathtakingly yours,
Julie

Where there's a will... Tampa Basic

For me, the Tampa Basic started Thursday night, upon arrival at LAX:

Ok, so yes, they do call me Just-In-Time Julie, which used to be far more okay than it is these days, and yes, I was cutting it close, however… I was in time to check in with the skycap, yet right when I thought I was about to receive my boarding pass, he looked up and said, “Ms. Jennings, there seems to be a problem with your reservation.”

My heart began to beat just a little bit faster and I looked around to discover that my loving husband had just left…

He told me he could not check me in and that I would need to go inside, and that cranked the stress up yet another notch… And so I was off — into the terminal, up to the line and to the supervisor, who proceeded to tell me in her not-so-customer-friendly voice that if only I had taken the time to print my boarding pass at home, she could fast-track me. Instead, I would have to go into the "special services” line. By now, my sweetness was beginning to desert me as the age-old bitch within reared her ugly self, yet I shoved her back knowing that this was not the time to cut loose.

And so I waited. And by now, it was only 40 minutes until flight time. And I noticed a couple in front of me with sour expressions and so I rallied my fading friendliness and inquired as to their dilemma… and they told me that they were on the same Tampa flight… after commiserating for what seemed an interminably long time, it was their turn at the counter, and I watched, craning my hearing to its full extent to catch a stray word or two as they began to argue with the clerk — this did not look good nor sound good, not one bit. Defeated, they turned from the counter and as they walked by, they informed me that they were on the next flight out in the morning, wallets lighter by $150 each, scheduled to arrive in Tampa at 5:30pm, the following day.

Did I mention my heart? It began to pound out a staccato beat, as the hammering became nearly deafening… and then it was my turn…

I mustered a confident outlook, knowing that I would make it to Tampa in time to staff the basic come what may, and imagined what it would feel like in the baggage compartment as I smiled and walked up to the counter. And as I walked, an idea began to formulate… and so without pause I asked the clerk whether I could get on the flight without any checked luggage, and as she called the gate, the flame of hope began to burn brighter. And then I had the boarding pass in my hand with just 28 minutes ’til takeoff.

I called my husband and breathlessly asked him to turn around and come get my bag - I didn’t yet know where it would be, though I knew it would work somehow. And he was heading back to the airport as I speed-walked to the skycap, and as he disdainfully shook his head and turned away from my frantic face, I felt a sense of impending defeat, wondering what I was thinking what with homeland security being where it was, and I hurried back the way I had come, toward my departure gate. And then they were there — you know who, right?  The couple who were flying to Tampa on the next morning flight, and I knew - I just knew…

As I approached them, I shifted; warrior energy was not what would win this battle, and as recognition washed over them, I began my story… And as I opened my case to extract an outfit, my makeup, jewelry and Galvanic Spa (don’t leave home without it…), all the while I pleaded with them to await my husband, even as I shoved the items into my carry on case. And as they resisted, I persisted and as I zipped my case closed and looked up into their eyes, they reluctantly agreed. Oh, how I thanked them, and as I rushed away toward my gate, I called my husband one more time to explain the details.

And here I am, and that’s the Juice.
God is good!

Trusting,
Julie