Never has a song been so fitting for this season in my life. This past week, I had the honor and privilege of not only coming up with the songs for our talent showcase, but also the choreography for both my kinder boys and girls. (I split them up rather than teach all 28 one song. I enjoy my sanity.) For the girls, I chose "Roar" by Katy Perry and "#thatPower" by Will.i.am for my boys.
As I was practicing with the girls, and as we were talking about the lyrics, I noticed that my girls were REALLY getting into the song. They began to REALLY believe that they ARE champions, and that they are amazing. I could see their confidence boost as they got the dance routine down in 2 hours (no, I'm not joking...it only took 2 hours, and every single line had at least 1 step/move to go along with it, plus memorizing the entire song). And then, on the day of the performance, when I added a NEW move, and they got that down in 30 minutes. Yeah, my girls are pretty impressive and amazing.
But what I found awesome was that the more that I worked with them, the more that I listened to that song, I remembered that feeling of, "you're going to hear me roar". I've GOT THIS. I CAN DO THIS. But always remembering to never give up.
Eric and I have been watching Season 13 of The Biggest Loser. If I'm honest, that's probably one of my favorite seasons. The season of NO EXCUSES. And I've had so many. "I can't work out. I don't have a gym. I don't have self-control. I can't do this. I'm too tired. I lack motivation." and on and on and on it went. As we sat watching, something began, once again, to rise up in me.
Now, now is the time for NO EXCUSES. I can have excuses all I want. But the bottom line is, how bad do I want it? When every voice in my head is screaming to "Give Up", "Give In", and just lay down and wait for that death to come upon me (the death of dreams, etc.)....I remember that I am a fighter.
Oh, how that spirit of complacency gets us. We allow ourselves to sit back and let life pass us by. We watch others achieve the dreams we desire, and we get angry, and sometimes jealous, of all they've been able to accomplish because we ourselves can't do it. We turn bitter and cold sometimes because our dreams have died.
I was thinking about all of this last night. I'm sitting here looking at the tiger print headband I created for myself to match my girls' scarves. And my dreams are dusting themselves off and calling my name. "Don't give up. Don't give in." "I've got the eye of the tiger, and you're going to hear me roar."
And can I just say that I have an amazing husband who is roaring right alongside me?! He has refused to allow me to give up. As a matter of fact, every time the commercials come on, he makes both of us get up and start working out, whether it be cardio, weights, squats, resistance bands.... Not only that, but he's pushing for both of us to head outside and workout, or to the gym and workout, or to the pool and workout. My Eric has the eye of the tiger, and I am so glad that he is roaring alongside me on this journey, calling me to never give up. He's invested himself in our eating/calories, in what we make, in the foods we invest in and buy, and in making sure that I never allow myself to give up any longer.
I think it's, once again, appropriate for the season I'm in. It's once again time to read The Wounded Heart (can you hear my jumping for joy moment?!) and go back and dig things up and out. BUT, there is so much hope and passion. God has blessed me with an amazing husband who refuses to give up on our God-given dreams of being healthy and whole. Especially since we have a goal together. I have a certain goal that I am longing to reach.
With that being said,
As I was practicing with the girls, and as we were talking about the lyrics, I noticed that my girls were REALLY getting into the song. They began to REALLY believe that they ARE champions, and that they are amazing. I could see their confidence boost as they got the dance routine down in 2 hours (no, I'm not joking...it only took 2 hours, and every single line had at least 1 step/move to go along with it, plus memorizing the entire song). And then, on the day of the performance, when I added a NEW move, and they got that down in 30 minutes. Yeah, my girls are pretty impressive and amazing.
But what I found awesome was that the more that I worked with them, the more that I listened to that song, I remembered that feeling of, "you're going to hear me roar". I've GOT THIS. I CAN DO THIS. But always remembering to never give up.
Eric and I have been watching Season 13 of The Biggest Loser. If I'm honest, that's probably one of my favorite seasons. The season of NO EXCUSES. And I've had so many. "I can't work out. I don't have a gym. I don't have self-control. I can't do this. I'm too tired. I lack motivation." and on and on and on it went. As we sat watching, something began, once again, to rise up in me.
Now, now is the time for NO EXCUSES. I can have excuses all I want. But the bottom line is, how bad do I want it? When every voice in my head is screaming to "Give Up", "Give In", and just lay down and wait for that death to come upon me (the death of dreams, etc.)....I remember that I am a fighter.
Oh, how that spirit of complacency gets us. We allow ourselves to sit back and let life pass us by. We watch others achieve the dreams we desire, and we get angry, and sometimes jealous, of all they've been able to accomplish because we ourselves can't do it. We turn bitter and cold sometimes because our dreams have died.
I was thinking about all of this last night. I'm sitting here looking at the tiger print headband I created for myself to match my girls' scarves. And my dreams are dusting themselves off and calling my name. "Don't give up. Don't give in." "I've got the eye of the tiger, and you're going to hear me roar."
And can I just say that I have an amazing husband who is roaring right alongside me?! He has refused to allow me to give up. As a matter of fact, every time the commercials come on, he makes both of us get up and start working out, whether it be cardio, weights, squats, resistance bands.... Not only that, but he's pushing for both of us to head outside and workout, or to the gym and workout, or to the pool and workout. My Eric has the eye of the tiger, and I am so glad that he is roaring alongside me on this journey, calling me to never give up. He's invested himself in our eating/calories, in what we make, in the foods we invest in and buy, and in making sure that I never allow myself to give up any longer.
I think it's, once again, appropriate for the season I'm in. It's once again time to read The Wounded Heart (can you hear my jumping for joy moment?!) and go back and dig things up and out. BUT, there is so much hope and passion. God has blessed me with an amazing husband who refuses to give up on our God-given dreams of being healthy and whole. Especially since we have a goal together. I have a certain goal that I am longing to reach.
With that being said,
