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It's the Simple Things

Steel Magnolias

3/6/2019

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Life has moved me in a new direction.  THE THEATRE! My daughter has been my inspiration and guiding light to move me.

This is how we made this beautiful magnolia tree.  Let me know if you have any questions.
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You can purchase the svg file here. LovesvgDesigns
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Love how the tree casts a shadow on the house. 
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Love you Deerly

11/22/2016

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Oh by gosh by golly......let's get our creativity on. I truly thought I would share this after Christmas. I am like a kid and I just couldn't wait. Young and old can create this with a few little tweaks.

Items Needed:
Recycled board
Sharpie or pencil
Two or three paint colors
A fine paintbrush and a trim brush
Decoupage glue
Artificial flowers
The amazing SVG file for your cutting machine. Click here
Most of all....Your creative and beautiful brain

Found this in my shop..Free stuff
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Any color will do.
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I used a black poster board for my image.
I decided to decoupage the letters.  I first painted them and then I glued them on.
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Hot glue your flowers.  WOW!  You are amazing.
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For little ones...We decoupaged the antlers and lettering.  He painted the antlers first. The letters are a beautiful card stock. The finished product was not dry when I took the photo.  Oops
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Give Thanks

11/13/2016

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Craft of the week:
Create a long lasting memory. These custom place mats are so easy and heart warming. You can makes these on your Cricut or Silhouette Machine.  I am using a Cricut for my design.

During this time of year we give a lot of gratitude. It is so wonderful to hear about the many blessing bestowed on our loved ones. I want to share a family tradition with you. Imagine sitting around the table at Thanksgiving or Christmas. As you look around the table you are watching all your loved ones writing what they are thankful for.  Except for that creepy Uncle. Let's not look at him.
At the end of your meal you can gather the blessing and hang them on your refrigerator, fireplace mantel, or scrapbook them.

These are like little treasures that keep on giving through the holiday season.

Supplies:
Scrapbook paper
Copper Medium Tip 1.0 pen
Thanksgiving SVG File
(click above to get this great SVG file)

When you get the Thanksgiving file into Cricut Design Space, select the write attribute and rotate your design.  

I used the back side of scrap paper for this project. You can use poster board, cut to the desired size, or card stock.  Be the free spirit that you are.

Now click GO!  You have just made a lasting memory for your family.
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No One Can Make You

5/13/2016

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The Philosophy that no one can make you do anything is something that I make a point of instilling in our daughter, Savannah. We all make our own choices even if it sometimes seems impossible to choose. I can not make another person do anything. We make our own choices all day long. If I said kiss my feet or I will give you a wedgie....what would you choose? You are making a choice and I did not MAKE you do anything. Now that you understand my point, let's move on.

Most of my personal choices for the last decade or so have been made while enjoying my time on the 18 acres of land that we owned. I would walk with God and then come home in peace with my decisions. Now that I am living in the city it is hard for me to even think. Why? Because I am constantly surrounded by unnecessary noise pollution. 

I feel trapped in almost every place that I go. Nearly every store, gas station, restaurant, fitness center, and swimming pool has music playing all the time. I can no longer think a thought without these sounds cluttering my brain. We have never had tv streamed into our home and rarely do we even have the radio on. Seems that by living the peaceful life these past years, have allowed me to developed a sensitivity to all of the music and TV sounds around me. Is this truly how people live? How do you even think a clear thought or sit in your own silence? My husband and I chose a transition place of a beautiful apartment that is next to the pool for our daughter. It is amazing. The landscaping is so beautiful and the natural creek that we have discovered beyond our boundaries have been an exciting and extreme adventure. But from morning until night the music at the pool outside my door is blaring it’s sounds. The only place I am not bombarded with it, is in my bathroom. The DJ's tend to talk about inappropriate things and the music is being force fed to me like a kid that has to eat Broccoli, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Everywhere I go I hear constant ads and TV programs. Even the gas station has music playing. What makes you think that I need to hear that? It isn't that the music is bad, or something I don't believe in. It just starts to feel like I’ve been somehow transported into the middle of an old Charlie Brown cartoon. Whereas the sounds from parents and teachers turn in to Wah waah wah wah waaah....I truly understand now why my guests loved coming to our farm, always commenting on the peacefulness of it. I am ready to go back and sit with my own thoughts. 

Society is MAKING ME listen to their garbage. It feels like a terrorist attack on my brain. Imagine if you had headphones on your head and all day and night were subjected to listen to another person’s program of choice. You would either start to love it and sing along to it, learn to tune it out, or you just may go nuts because of it.

It makes me think of the “negotiations” between the FBI and the Branch Davidians in Waco in 1993. The FBI played recordings of  jet planes, pop music, chanting, and the screams of rabbits being slaughtered all night long. This was used for sleep deprivation. I’m sure this would drive anyone mad.

You may be wondering if I even enjoy music. I love music! I love to turn it up loud and dance the night away. We have friends that are musicians and they are amazing. I enjoy spending time at Rick's Chop House Bar just to listen to the live music. Sometimes I feel the need to get up and dance even when there is no dance floor. I have a passion for many different kinds of music. Our daughter has spent her entire life falling asleep to quiet nature sounds, and soft music. It gives her a great comfort to listen to these sounds on into slumber-land. Music is an expression of love, joy, and even pain.

When I asked our new apartment complex to turn off the loud music that was piped into the swimming area next to my apartment every day, the attitude was....”Suck it up buttercup”. I was not even aware that it would be playing when I signed my lease with them. In fact the first few weeks that we lived at the apartments it was never even turned on. But the maintenance man finally got around to fixing it...Lucky me.

Sensory overload occurs when one or more of the body's senses experiences over-stimulation from the environment. This has become a huge problem in urban settings, and is especially disturbing for someone with autism. Lately, I feel like I can really relate with this. Take a moment to watch this video, it really gives a person an idea of the total chaos one feels in what seems to be today's world’s new persona.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr4_dOorquQ

I have a nephew that is non verbal and autistic. His mother does all she can to figure out what he may be crying about or if he is in pain. But at 20 years of age, he still has what is known as meltdowns (looks like a temper tantrum to an outsider). After watching the video, it is so much easier for me to understand why. 

I have never considered myself as one having a problem with this sensory overload phenomenon. But with all of these unwanted sounds that have begun to attack me since leaving my nice quiet world, I feel it has made me feel irritated, angry, and even scared. I have a much more understanding and empathy for those that have always dealt with these experiences.

As we were packing up our home to move, I was really noticing all the noise in the house as it began to escalate. The sounds of my daughter and her friend laughing and playing just up the stairs along with Fred the dog chewing on his squeeky toy, while the echos of the near empty room doubling and amplifying the voices of my husband, and the new owners that were buying our home. I found myself thinking.... “Too much talking”. When the voices downstairs quickly hushed. “Wow! Did I really say that out loud?” I realized at that moment just how real my frustrations had become.


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Maybe I am crazy like a fox or maybe I just enjoy and embrace natures music. Nature has so many wonderful sounds. When you take the time, you can her the sounds of love, fear, the songs of momma bird and her hungry babies, dogs barking, water trickling, and trees swaying.

Perhaps....I need to go live in a tree.
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The Snyder's

4/23/2016

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My family and I have so much gratitude for the amazing adventures that we have been able to share with each and every one of you during our time at Savannah's Meadow. I know many of you have asked why we have been so difficult to get a hold of lately, and why we have not been open for business.

Although we have been blessed to be able to live and fulfill our dreams of treehouses, lavender fields, handmade lavender products, wedding planning, social events, and homeschooling our daughter. Now we feel it is time for our family to start a new adventure. This has not been an easy decision, and has been very emotional for us all.

Of course, Savannah's Meadow is such a unique place with it's many treasures, we knew it would take the right family to fall in love with it in order for us to sell it. And with each potential buyer, we would end up spending hours, touring everything, enjoying a beer together on the front porch, or a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. Enjoying many laughs and stories together. Many of our viewers felt they were ready to move in the next day, although it never felt quite right to me. It crushed me to think of our guests disappointment if Savannah's Meadow were to close.

We stayed so busy with all of the showings that I began to fall behind on Savannah's schooling so when an appointment was scheduled during our school time one day, I begged off of giving the tour, asking our realtor to show it that day. As the family came into our living room, the woman immediately recognized the math curriculum I was using, a homeschooling mom herself, struck up a conversation with me and we quickly hit it off. Of course I had no idea that this was the family that I would be introducing you to. But as they turned to walk out the door that day, I knew. My body and mind were at peace. My heart said... “this is it”. And my heart has never wavered.

I truly feel like I was actually able to personally choose the new owners of Savannah's Meadow. I have been waiting for the right time to say..... “Someone is Opening The Farm!” Yay!

Susan, Ron, and Andrew will be living, operating, and creating new memories. They Are Savannah's Meadow!

I know they will be working hard to take over where we left off. This will be a new experience for this family. Hopefully not to difficult to fill this little farmers shoes. I have great respect, confidence, and love for them. I know they will rock this farm and make it even better! They have a wonderful family and great team to support them in this great new adventure.

I feel personally honored that the name of the farm will live on....Savannah's Meadow. This family understands that it was love that created this whimsical and enchanting farm. I believe they are as creative, loving and connected that we have been.

And now my family is looking forward to our new adventures in life. We plan to remain in Texas for about a year, and then who knows what or where we will be? Follow us on Facebook/FromPoshToOhMyGosh. This is the blog that I started when my “Posh life” was turned upside down as I became a farmer. Now I plan to get back to a posh life. Think it might be difficult for me to adapt? I may need to purchase myself a pair of flip flops... these muck boots of mine just are not fashionable. Ha...Like I really care!

Love and positive energy will continue to flow through us and out to Savannah's Meadow. To the new family that is running it and to all of the wonderful people that will continue to embrace the joys of the farm.

Gwen Snyder
From Posh to Oh My Gosh

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A New Beginning

10/20/2015

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Most of you know my story, as I have openly shared our adventures with you throughout the years. Although you may not be aware of the true beginnings.

It was a beautiful October day. The sun was shinning, my baby was happy and it was Halloween.

Feeling a bit out of sorts that day but not sure why, I dressed Savannah in a cute little ballerina outfit and took her into town to see her Pa. Seeming to take a bit longer then usual upon seeing us drive in his local tire shop, he came up to greet us. After a short visit, and hearing my sister-in-law was in town, we left to spend some time and have lunch with her.

Later that day, as I laid Savannah down for her afternoon nap I was reminiscing about our day, wondering why Pa seemed so quiet.

Time stood still as I tried piecing together the words being said over the phone that were to shatter my world. I ran outside and started screaming. I was running all around the back yard just screaming and crying and yelling WHY?!? Screaming so much that my head hurt.

The day came for us to gather together to say goodby to Pa. The church was packed with friends, loved ones, customers, and my beautiful family. As I stood up to speak I thought that it was the very worst day of my life. How could a person possibly decide it was their time to go? I thought that was up to God.

Running Pa's tire shop and walking in his shoes was too painful. His shoes were just too big (and he was flat footed). It sucked! With a baby on my hip and covered in grease with employees that thought I was just a stupid little girl I did the best that I could, but my only joy in that place was the lavender that I had planted behind the shop and watching my daughter take her first steps across the parking lot. I was broken inside so after about a year, I locked up the tire shop for the last time and escaped to my beautiful, solitaire land.

I became a stay at home mom with a lot of time to think. Thinking can make you nuts when you live out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and no friends. I spent most of my days in tears grieving and running on auto pilot. After about a year of this, running away sounded like a great idea! I could see no other way of relieving the past year of continuous pain. All I wanted to do is run and run and run. One afternoon, as my baby was napping I decided to walk my property. Looking at The Great Big Green Tractor that was sitting in the yard I remembered Pa's words as he drove it out to me one July several years ago and told me “Go for it little girl. Be a farmer. Plant your lavender, just do it”.

So after having Mike, my husband explain to me everything about I needed to know about the tractor, and how to run it, before I knew it I was plowing a field. As the sun peaked through the clouds and kissed my sweet cheeks, a tear came from my eye, I said thank you. Thank you for believing in me that I could do whatever I wanted to do, thank you for loving me enough to bring the tractor, thank you for loving my family and loving your community. I get it now, and I will forever love you.

We planted lavender. Lots and lots of lavender. It was a beautiful day and we were making my dream come to life. I was where I needed to be, and peace was flowing over me like a waterfall.

A year had gone by and the lavender failed. Not willing to give up on my dream I was back on the tractor. Planting even more this time. Gwen didn't fail! The lavender did.

Another year went by and the lavender was gone again. It is ok! We just need to do this differently. We did find a better way, and with the help of friends and family, we planted nearly four thousand plants in just two days time. WOW! Within just three years we had big beautiful blooming plants and hundreds of customers. We are now officially lavender farmers.


Also wanting to stay true to my husband Mike's dream of living in a treehouse, we set upon building what is now known and The Majestic Treehouse. Taking about a year to build, and knowing this chick was never going to live up in the trees, as Mike and I were laying down the floor I asked him what we would do with it. His response of “Let's rent it out” was perfect, and our customers continue to tell us that it is amazing.

A lot of time was spent developing new and exciting products through much research, but also through trial and error. My friends and family have all loved trying out and sampling new products. Lessons are learned quickly with this method. One evening as my husband was suffering from cold symptoms, I fixed him up with an eye mask using essential oils. Only after thirty minutes in the shower trying to get his eyes to quit burning, did we realized that the peppermint I used is actually a “hot” oil. These memories have been exciting, joyful, funny and sometimes painful.

Our farm has been open to the public for three years, and blessings have surrounded our family. Our daughter has grown into a beautiful young lady and our oldest daughter has built her own home and is also doing well. We are all in a beautiful space at this time.

After our 3rd annual lavender festival it was time to harvest the lavender crop. Every morning for two weeks for the past three years, I would wake up at 5:30am and be in the field within the hour. It is a back breaking job but always well worth the effort, I have become very used to the routine of a farmer.


As the morning sun would wash over the lavender, I started seeing some changes in the plants. They seemed to be so very dry even though they were receiving plenty of water. As days and weeks passed by, I began to realize what was going on. My plants were dying. The heavy flooding that we had gotten in the spring had damaged the roots and was now turning everything gray.

One morning as I was sitting in the middle of my field, remembering, mesmerized by what we had created within our ten years on the farm, the beautiful silo store, children giggling in the treehouse, the fish that were caught, weddings, proposals, date nights, the list goes on and on, I look all around me at the dead plants and I feel a mixture of nostalgia and sadness.

I know I must give much gratitude to God for His blessings as our dreams had becoming a reality. Joy filled my heart and every bit of me was overjoyed by the love that we have received. As I began to walk out of the field, I turned around to give it one last look and I say “goodbye my friend. We have had a good run of it and I have accomplished my dream but now it is time to leave you”.

The thought of turning the page of this chapter did not immediately resonate with Mike. But within time, and new hopes and ideas, we have decided to sell our farm and move on.

Thoughts of a new start have flooded my head as I prepare our home and farm for a new family. It gives me great joy and comfort to let go of this dream that has been conquered and hand it over to someone new. My family is preparing for a new life style change and allowing new discoveries. We wont sit still for very long and I am sure you will hear from us again.

This is not the end of us....but the beginning of our next great adventure.



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Reality

6/2/2015

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A comedian once said “You can't fix stupid”.  His meaning was that we can change our hair color, get a facelift, have our eyebrows done, add some fake eyelashes, improve our cup and butt size, get fake nails, go to a tanning bed, get colored contacts, we can even add some spanks to suck it all in.  But at the end of the day you are YOU.  A husband walks in the door and although she appears to be different on the outside, the real person is still on the inside.  Even when the real you is wrapped in a different package. 


As our planet starts to wrap itself into a different package or pattern, it is the same planet that we have always loved.  This rain has brought so much relief, yet also sadness to so many people.  The Texas Lavender people are suffering and could loose everything.  I know this is just a small group of people.  Many people have lost loved ones.  Roads and homes have been washed away while taking many dreams along with it.  The water has risen and fallen so many times. Hay fields can not be bailed, lavender can not be harvested, vegetable gardens are dead, grass is gone, animals are seeking high ground.

A mommy turtle must have been extremely lost because the only high ground she could find to lay her eggs was in our wedding chapel.  

The rubber boot business is in full swing this year.  Our guests have certainly needed them this year.  As Mommy turtle lays her eggs in this devastation I quickly realize that life does go on. There is a balance of nature and it WILL find a way.  We now have crawdads living in our yard along with frogs and some extraordinarily beautiful butterflies.  Nature finds a way to adapt while we stand around wondering what or if we will be able to harvest.  Will we loose it all, or can some of it be saved?  It is a big question for many farmers.  Yet we sit by day after day, watching the rain, praying for a sunny day, just waiting for the opportunity to get in the field and get our job done so we can provide for our family.  It may seem like a farm is just a hobby, but it is a way of living for us.  If we can't open, we are washed away with all the muck. Our family started the farm because of our love of lavender, it's beauty and benefits. We have spent years, hours upon hours, putting our heart into each and every precious plant.  Sweat, blood, and tears are in those fields.

The grounds are walked every single day to ensure that the fields are maintained, that we have sufficient product in the store, and that the treehouse is clean and tidy for the next guest. We feed the ducks, chickens, and even our treehouse guests their breakfast. We keep things beautiful for photo opportunities and sunny day visits. We even keep the birds fed so they will stay around to joyfully sing to you in the mornings. Of course the dogs are also fed well, as you may pet them and enjoy their company. All of this is done for your satisfaction and I can say it is done with pride, love, and joy.

The people on this farm have a high level of commitment to hospitality that is freely given.  Nothing will rain on our parade!!  We walk in the snow, rain, mud, and the heat of the summer to give you our best.  With blisters on our feet and hands we stand proud and at the end of the day. We reminisce about how much the children laughed, how big a fish someone caught, a super complement about an employee, or how wonderful a product was for someone. We laugh and cry together and wonder what is around the next corner.  It is as real as real gets and it happens seven days a week.  No break or vacation, and very little rest.  So why do we do all of this?  It is so very simple and true. It is a gift that we never take for granted.  We do this for.......LOVE.


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Our Lies and Our Truths

3/13/2015

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Told by:          Savannah Snyder, age 8
Dictated by:  Gwen Snyder, (age 45.....WOW)!
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I was sitting on the couch working on my electronic kit when my mother said that it was dinner time. As I came over to the table, my mom tells me that no matter how terrible things are, I can always tell her the truth.

After a few moments, I told her that I had accidentally blurted out a lie to her one time when I was afraid. So I told the truth about that time and went back to eating. My mom said that it was okay and she loved me very much. I explained that it made me feel like I was finally out of the prison that my lie had kept me in. When you lie you are like a prisoner. It made me feel like I had a lie hidden right behind my eyes and I was afraid my mom would see that lie every time she looked at me. When I told her the truth I felt like I was setting a bird free from it's cage of disappointment. Sometimes when you tell the truth after lying, people might not always be glad. They may be disappointed, or they could be mad. But my mother is glad of what I had to say.

The lie that I had told was from a time that I was afraid because some sharp knives had fallen over, and I blurted out something that was wrong. That lie had made me feel very trapped. But I felt better when I told the truth.

Even if you are scared and you say something bad, it's best that you quickly tell the truth even if it's the baddest thing ever and you think someone might be mad.

Now I know that I can learn even from bad decisions. The lesson that I learned today is to not keep myself trapped within my own body, but to free myself by telling the truth. I have decided that it is the most wonderful thing in the universe.

Would love to hear your comments.  Have you every lied? How did it feel when you set yourself free with the truth?

Love,

Savannah

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Give Me Time

1/25/2015

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As the 90's song goes from Hootie and The Blowfish.....Time, why you punish me?

Heavy deadlines and amazing dreams have become a reality and these things are crashing into me. Me in my levi jeans, purple shirt, black vest, and my cute little headband along with my fancy purple muck boots and oh my... let us not forget my pink leather working gloves. As I stand in the middle of a room with nail guns, saws, hammers, compressors, ladders, and guys yelling numbers, along with TV cameras all around us. Is this really happening or is this a wild and crazy dream? Am I awake or asleep, because I haven't been to bed and the date and time is not clear. As I walk slowly down the tree house ramp I hear a sweet and soft voice coming at me. “Gwenni are you ok?” I answer “yes” as I head to my car for anther destination. As I am driving to Farmersville to pick up furniture and I am reflecting back at all that has happened in such a short amount of time. Flashback time...hold on tight. It's a fast and furious ride.

October 1st
....Having a conversation with my husband Mike. I am sharing my dream of having my own show on the DIY network by the next year. Mike says “That sounds cool and what would you do?” My words do not surprise my husband at all, as I respond “I have no idea, but I just think we should do some inspiring things and I would love to share it with the world.”

October 31st
After attending a tree house conference, Mike hands me a card and asked me to call the number. “What is this?” I ask. He tells me that it's the number for a lady at Orion Entertainment and they have a show on DIY network I might be interested in..... Crickets....It's that crickets I'm hearing?

Early November
Skyping with the Orion Entertainment .....

December 5th
We have begun building treehouse number three with Orion Entertainment. Cameras, drones, TV talent and surrounded by family. DIY! THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! Really!

December 6 - January 14th
build,build,build,build,build,build,build,build, build,build,build,build, build, build, build,build,build,build
Did I tell you? “We are building”.

January 15
Remember the beginning of my story? With me standing in the middle of a room with nail guns, saws, hammers, compressors, ladders, guys yelling numbers, and don't forget, TV cameras all around us. And then it all becomes a blur. The reality is that Mike and I have worked very hard and we have worked together along side as we are motivated by this family and farm as it inspires us.

January 15, 9:00 p.m.
The clock is ticking and time is not in our favor to complete our tree house at the designated time. The deadline is tomorrow. Tomorrow! It must be completed and beautiful for the BIG REVEAL. We have so much more to do. I vaguely remember the sunset a short time ago, now it's a beautiful sunrise that is coming into the upstairs master bedroom. I look 20 feet down onto the ground watching rows of cars driving up and ready start their days. Mike and I have been awake for approximately 26 hours and our exciting day was just about to begin.

The day of the Big Reveal
Excitement is in the air...just give me COFFEE first.

Amazing talent and hard work from such a super group of men and women, through their love and dedication
has allowed us to get to where we are now. The people behind the camera don't usually get any recognition. So let me applaud, right here, right now, the producer, the camera guys and the wonderful sound guy! We have fallen in love with all of them and consider them all a part of our family. We are so grateful for the experience, and dedication, from our friends, old and new, as well as the amazing food and gifts. There simply are not enough words to express the overwhelming feeling of gratitude at this moment in time.

The morning of the final revel, as I sat in my bed alone and cried, sleepiness, stress, or pure love has taken over my entire body and soul. Lord thank you for our blessings. I give thanks for our crazy schedule that I feel has nearly pushed me over the edge. I have learned that I can do whatever I set my mind to do. I have learned that so many people love my family and our vision and are willing to be there for us. I know that I could and should be a little softer under stress and that giving more gratitude is a beautiful thing.

Today
And in the end...all were happy and super excited to see the final results. Where will I be going from here? Right where you have found me for the past nine years....in my field creating something really cool for you to see. My husband is back at work and our children are back where they need to be. Do we feel any different? Speaking for everyone in the family I wold say yes. We feel different because we have been blessed through this whirlwind experience. We have met so many amazing people and feel honored to be in this space and in this time.


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Walking on Sunshine

12/29/2014

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   As the sun kisses the sky with a new day, one eye opens and the other is shut tight. I lay in my bed planning out my busy day as I listen to my husband snoring loud enough to wake the birds outside. I gaze out my window remembering where I was nine years ago. What an incredible journey and adventure it has been.
I puzzle over my role in my life. Am I a farmer? An interior decorator? A housewife? A mommy? A wife? A tree house builder? An employer? How about the re-purpose queen! My husband tells me that I am “The Queen of Free”. Whatever hat that I choose to wear today, I know that as my size 7 1/2 feet hit the floor I am a woman....feeling, loving, sassy, ambitious, passionate, and even a bit insecure.
As I choose the proverbial hat for the day, I sometimes wish that I had made better choices. So before my toes actually touch down, I give thanks with a tremendous feeling of gratitude for all that I am and all that I have been able to do.
Reminiscing my experiences of old and new are flowing through my mind. I do not feel deserving of all of this. As I recall what I refer to as my “poopy” moments, I know that these are the times of growth, giving me strength and wisdom. I may feel terrible at the time, but come out wiser because of it. Finding that gift in each bit of darkness is what helps us to grow. If you can find your gift in all your own turmoil then you can be free from your burdens.
As my dreams become my reality I sometimes feel so overwhelmed with the joy of it all, I think I might explode with pride. As I continue to reminisce about my life, I realize sometimes my pride is mistaken for cockiness and bragging. Learning to overcome the nay-sayers and sarcasm has been difficult for me, but I refuse to sit in a poopy disposition. We need to love ourselves with all of our hearts. Become your own best friend and your own biggest fan. Because of you this world revolves differently. You are reading this at this very moment in time because it was meant to be. You are beautiful and full of wonder.
So as I ponder what this new day will bring to me, with no attempt to speculate the outcome. It is different for all of us. What will you do today to make a difference in your life? How will you be good to yourself?  What steps will you take to do it?  What is IT? IT is whatever you need for it to be. IT is waiting for you as you slide out of bed and your beautiful toes kiss the ground. 
I am dressed and ready to go to work now. As I open the front door and bounce down the porch steps. I am walking on sunshine. The world is my playground and this chick is ready to do some kart wheels.  Hope to see you on my trampoline.

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