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  • #FollowMeInto50

    Hello Honeybees,

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    Remember when you were little & you thought your parents were old? But as you got older you began to change that tune. Both my parents died at relatively young ages. My dad was 32 & my mom was 54. I was only 10 when my dad passed & I never could understand why everyone kept saying how young he was. I mean really he was my dad AND he was 32….at 10 that seemed old to me. As I got older, got married & had my first son at 32 I truly realized just how young 32 was & is.

    When my mom passed at 54 I had a much better understanding. I knew that 54 was still a young age in which to leave this earth. My mom had just started to live her life. She had just started to do the things that made her happy. She was just starting to spoil herself. She was getting ready to become a grandmother. She realized that all of the hard work & energy that she put into raising me was paying off. She was now “free” to be & do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. And guess what…I so enjoyed watching her do it!!

    So today I celebrate on what would’ve been my moms 71st birthday I am embracing my journey in the 50 club! This year I am running into 50 like I ran into 21. I’m excited about what is to come. I have so many dreams & adventures that I am bubbling over with excitement. 50 is the new 50! I’m going to live my life out loud. I’m going to do what makes ME happy. I’m going to enjoy this life that I have been given.

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    I’m not going to into 50 alone…all of my 1967 babies are coming with me as we sashay into 50.  So I invite you to share your living out loud moments this year with the #FollowMeInto50. Let’s have some fun NOW! Don’t wait until it’s too late because we all know that tomorrow is not promised.

    I plan to give 2017 all that I have & leave not a single thing on the table. Join me and #FollowMeInto50

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    Beewisdom-Live your life and forget your age

  • Beware of Hole Punchers

    Hello Honeybees,

    We all have people in our lives that will try to steal our joy.  You know the people that will try to punch holes in your dreams or your godly assignment. I’m not talking about the people who will pull your coat tail when you are trying to do something wrong.  I’m talking about the people who will try to discourage you from living your dream, living your best life on your terms.

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    Say you want to buy a new car. The hole puncher will give you 101 reasons why you shouldn’t. “What’s wrong with the car you have now?” “How can you afford that?”

    You want to take an overseas trip. They will remind you over & over again about how unstable the world is. You might get stuck “over there” “You sure you want to go alone?”

    You want to quit your job and start your own business. The hole puncher will give you every reason as to why you shouldn’t. “How will you pay your bills?”, ” What about your family”. Yes those are all very valid questions that any real friend will ask but the hole puncher won’t be satisfied when you give them answers. They will keep coming back & keep questioning your decision. They will try to plant that seed of doubt. 

    When God gives you an assignment…. (taps mic….) IT. IS. FOR. YOU. NOT. FOR. THEM. 

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    Get It!! That’s YOUR assignment. It’s for you and no one else. He gave it to you & he will give YOU the resources to handle it.  Not everyone will be on-board with your dream. Who you share your dream with is important. I am very careful with who I let into my vision circle. If I feel that you are going to be a hole puncher then you will find out about my plans after the fact. If you can’t be supportive then I don’t need the negativity.   

    The next time someone tries to punch a hole in your dream…tell them to go punch a hole somewhere else because you are busy living.

    Belinda Bee pic

    Beewisdom- Failure at some point in your life is inevitable, but giving up is unforgivable.                                                                                                                                                        Joe Biden

  • These Are My Confessions

    Hello Honeybees,

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    I grew up in the Catholic Church & attended Catholic schools from grades 1-12.  Going to confession was something that I remember doing at least twice a year.  When I was younger I would make up stuff for confession. How crazy is that. The only things that I had to confess would have been lying to my mother. Boring I know! I needed something more interesting so I made up stuff.  When I finally got to the point in my life where I really did have something to confess I was no longer a practicing Catholic. So now my confessions are just between me & God.

    This is not going to be me sharing my dirty laundry with the world but rather a more humorous look at my life.

     Cue Usher………So here are my confessions…

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    I do not know how to grocery shop.  When I was married the mister did a much better job of this than me.  When I leave the grocery store I have all of these bags and still don’t have anything to eat for the week.  Just crazy and mad expensive, especially when I’m trying to feed two teenage boys.

    I am an introvert most of the time.  I truly enjoy my own company. That comes from being an only child I guess.  I don’t like huge crowds.  They can be a bit overwhelming to me. I have not attended events because I know that there will be a crowd & just the thought of it takes away my joy. On the other side, being around people inspires me…truly special I know.

    “CONFESSION IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL”

    I despise being stuck in traffic. This is another reason that I don’t like big crowds. All of the traffic that comes with the event.  It’s really bad if I’m the driver.  My patience just cannot handle the sitting & barley moving. When I attend a Grizzles game I will leave before the crowd or wait until the crowd has moved on before I leave.

    One last one… I don’t like mean people.  People who are not nice for no reason at all really irk me.  Life is too short to go out of your way to be mean. It’s not hard to be nice, really it’s not.  Being nice to others can only help to bring joy to your world.

    So there you have it….my confessions. And I didn’t have to make them up.

    What do you need to confess?  I’m listening

    Belinda Bee pic

    Beewisdom-Confession is good for the soul