Archives For Facing Fears

A Day of Doubt & Dreaming

Alana —  January 15, 2014 — 6 Comments

The first step seems the hardest.

The Dream Machine

The Dream Machine

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What’s Your Number?

Alana —  September 13, 2013 — 2 Comments

OOPS!

This is embarrassing. I had a post in the works and it was auto-published this morning! If you are an e-mail subscriber, I apologize for the false alert. New content coming soon. :)

Alana

 

This morning I picked up my phone to scan through the latest photos posted on Instagram. Someone I follow – and strongly admire when it comes to keeping me up-to-date on the latest fashion trends – posted a photo with the caption,

“I picked up a new white girl habit of being addicted to nail polish. This is my cry for help.”

Wait. Is that a thing? I looked down at my hands, and saw my nails painted in a sultry, hot pink. My shoulders dropped and I slowly connected the dots. I’m wearing nail polish. I’m a white girl. If you are white, you can’t wear nail polish. It is uncool. If you wear it, you are uncool. You cannot wear nail polish anymore, or you will be rejected.

photo credit: www.fabfatale.com

photo credit: www.fabfatale.com

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Trickle Down Effect

Carissa Woodwyk —  January 15, 2013 — 1 Comment

Eyes, nose, hair, body, personality…they all get passed down through the gene pool. There’s so much of “them” in “us.”

The Woodwyk Family

The Woodwyk Family

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Who Do You Think You Are?

Alana —  October 4, 2012 — 6 Comments

The other day I spent some quality time with a couple of my girlfriends. One of them shared an idea for a project she is pondering. It is a fantastic idea but she is afraid to move forward until she has conquered the issue herself. She didn’t feel worthy or accomplished enough to consider herself an expert or leader on the subject. In response, I jumped down her throat and passionately told her why she should do it anyway, even if she is in the middle of the process herself. Ready or not, others needed to hear her message.

Not much later in the conversation, I got it. It clicked and I knew exactly how she felt; Continue Reading…

Your Story: Halsey Preston

Alana —  October 2, 2012 — 6 Comments

Note from Alana: Halsey is a dear friend, my younger sister… and a great story teller.

Chicken Fear
shared by Halsey Preston

This past summer I was in between jobs and needed to make money fast to pay the bills. Several opportunities came up to house sit for various friends. Usually I’m asked to take care of dogs and water plants, but this summer there was an addition… Continue Reading…

Vodka on the Rocks, Please!

Alana —  September 13, 2012 — Leave a comment

Okay, so Vodka on the Rocks is not my alcoholic beverage of choice, but I do enjoy a good Captain n’ Diet or a nice glass o’ wine. Anyway, after a rough day at work, some days all I can think of is how badly I want to go home and drown my frustrations in libations. I want to numb the anger and pain and avoid dealing with the discomfort of whatever happened that day. Continue Reading…

Your Story: Gary & Laurie Pokorny

Alana —  September 11, 2012 — 7 Comments

Note from Alana: Laurie and I were coworkers prior to their big move. I remember hearing of their dream to pick up and start over in a new place. At the time, a small part of me thought, “I’ll believe it when I see it.” I am so inspired by their courage and faith, I wanted to share it with you!

We Sold Everything for the Dream
shared by Gary and Laurie Pokorny

The American Dream. How is it defined? Webster’s definition: an American social ideal that stresses egalitarianism and especially material prosperity; also: the prosperity or life that is the realization of this ideal. Some say it’s the ideals of freedom, equality, and opportunity traditionally held to be available to every American; a life of personal happiness and material comfort as traditionally sought by individuals in the United States. Well for us, the American Dream was pursuing a passion or calling that was haunting us for 10 years. It was going against the traditional path. It was taking a risk and a huge leap of faith. Continue Reading…

Your Story: Michael Good

Alana —  September 4, 2012 — 11 Comments

How I Quit My Job
shared by Michael Good

On December 30, 2011, I went to my last day of work as I knew it. I was quitting my job to launch a business with my wife, Claudia. Just three months prior, our first child was born and Claudia had cut her hours way back to stay home with our son. Our total monthly business income at the time I quit: $140.

A little background

At the time I quit my job, we had been married for 8 years. I had recently turned 30. We had been living a pretty dull existence up to this point, a life scripted by society’s expectations.

Michael and Claudia

I was extremely unhappy at work, but felt trapped. I didn’t know what else to do, so indecision caused me to remain in my awful work environment for years.

However, a new wind was blowing much needed courage into the hearts of my wife and I with the fast approaching birth of our first child. Continue Reading…

I Can’t Give Up
shared by Kim Lincoln

per·se·ver·ance
1. Steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., especially in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.
2. Theology . continuance in a state of grace to the end, leading to eternal salvation.

Kim Lincoln

Hi! I am Kim, and I have been actively engaged in my journey toward holistic health for the past four years. Four years ago, I began to take a very assertive and conscious look at how my story and life circumstances contributed to my lifelong weight issue. More specifically, I had to acknowledge how sexual abuse played a part in how I perceived my body and in what I have done to protect myself at all costs, including how I have used food and my weight to both shield my emotions and keep people at bay.

Kim in her earlier days

When I decided to embark on this journey, I did not know what I was getting into. Not really. I knew it would be hard. I knew it would be painful. I knew I would have to confront all of the ugliness within me. Although I “knew” this, I only knew it on a superficial level. I had no idea what this really meant. If I had, I am not sure I would have stepped into the journey. It is far easier to view your life from a victim perspective, where nothing is your fault, and you “can’t help” being 300+ lbs. If only those awful things had never happened to me. If only I had had a perfect childhood, where the heart was cared for in the best possible way, where divorce and anger were not present and where sexual abuse never happened.

If only.

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