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Awake

Oh, here I am.

Awake.

Anyone who knows projects management will know the time/cost/quality relationship of projects. Short on time? It will either cost a fortune or quality will suffer. Got a tight budget? Your quality will suffer unless you’ve got heaps of time. This is project management 101, to get something done successfully you gotta assess how you’ll manage time, money and quality.

I’ve realised this totally relates to life. When I work too much (time poor) , quality in my life suffers and I stress. My spending goes through the roof to compensate because I’m seeking expensive ‘quick’ joy (i.e. shopping, drinks, convenience). Of course these joys are external, and therefore not my own. Without a clear intent and design for this project (life), we don’t control the time/quality/cost of our life. We fall into our societal plan – can you guess what that looks like? Hint: Money trumps time everytime and quality is not balanced because it’s 100% externally provided.

Build a zoo enclosure for a human and what would be in there? I very much doubt a desk, an asinine deadline and a 10 hour days under false lighting. I very much doubt shopping malls, debt, jumbo lattes and jewellery.

If I stepped back and imagine building my perfect habitat to meet my real needs as an adult female human being, it would probably be something like this:
– a large community where I can love and experience joy
– an open space where I can breath fresh air and see the open sky
– a responsibility (job) to provide for those I love, to work physically, to feel satisfied with what I achieve and reap the benefits of the work I do
– a place clear of clutter and distraction. Clear of ‘stuff’. All things of value would be made by my community (music, art, gardens, stories)

After 3 months lost back in my ‘old tracks’, I’ve awoken and seen where overworking, overthinking and over consuming has gotten me. The old tracks are deep, but they can be relaid. It’s a new day!

A new chance to live on purpose. With purpose. For a purpose.

Angie

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What if failure was the key to success?

Howdy!

One of the things I have wanted to do in preparation for starting my own Personal Training business is start developing a library of one page guides that I can give to clients when they are facing common struggles/disappointments/barriers.

Today I created my first one which you can view by clicking here: What if failure was the key to success?

It’s a short lesson on why I believe people habitually fail and why this is actually a great opportunity to learn something about ourselves.

In the long run these will look sexy and professional but I am not letting myself enjoy the fun that is Photoshop (I kinda love it) until I get my study completed.  Did I mention I am not going on Facebook until I finish study either? Sometimes flexing your discipline muscle is required when you want something bad enough. Two assignments done this weekend, obviously its working!

Have a kick ass week!

-Angie

Life is Just One Big Party!

Most people I know will agree with me that certain places give off vibes.

Walk into an upbeat, happy party and it’s infectious. Walk into a couple arguing and it’s downright depressing.

You know what I mean right?

I believe that within ourselves we also create a vibe. In the past my internal vibe was one of tension, hate and judgement. I didn’t like me, and I was not having a good time. If my internal vibe were a party, it would be LAME.

But if the party (life) is happening regardless, what point is there in having a shit party? Like, if I’m going to be partying it up for another 70 years, I’m going to want one happy, exciting and enjoyable party. Otherwise, that’s gonna be a long 70 years. If I’m having a good party, others are going to want to share it with me! But if my party is a drag, it’s going to get worse when no one wants to join in.

Your life is a party. Make it a kickass one that everyone wants to be at!

Angie xo

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How Often Should I Weight Myself? Never.

If you are following Wellness Mission on Facebook (and I hope you are!) you may have seen my post a few weeks back about banishing the scales in 2014. It’s been two weeks since I have weighed myself, and it’s been an interesting journey to date.

Am I good enough? I need to know scales, tell me!

Banishing the scales was a challenge for me to stop judging my health on the whim of some external force (which, as you know, is fickle at best Continue reading

Super Easy Vanilla, Quinoa and Nut Granola

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You know that moment you double take at the calendar thinking ‘Why did someone flip it to December already, what’s that about’? Until it dawns on you that it… is….. ACTUALLY…. December and you realise you’ve been writing the wrong month on everything for the past week . Okay, maybe that last one was just me 😉 Continue reading

The Ridiculousness of Self Help Stigma

Tell most people you are going to the gym to get fit and you get heaps of praise.
Tell most people you are trying to eat clean whole food and you get heaps of encouragement. Hell, you can tell most people you are doing pretty unhealthy things like crazy soup diets and obsessive amounts of running, and people are still usually accepting, encouraging and asking 101 questions about your plan to see if it could work for them too!ebcecfc41c4791c5b6afd2924a142a9a

But why is it when the topic of self-help & personal development comes into the conversation, people get weirded out? Continue reading

How I Fell in Love with Exercise

Until fairly recently in my life, I was not regularly active. I hated sports and fitness growing up, and only ever considered exercise an annoying necessity to being less fat… Hmm, was it any surprise I didn’t enjoy it? Not really.

For years I went through waves of exercise activity:

  • At age 12 I signed up for my first gym because I hated my body… I lost some weight, but then moved away 6 months later and never kept it up in my new town.
  • At age 18 I signed up for a gym again, this time because I didn’t want to be fat in my prom dress… I worked out for 1.5 – 2 hours at a time, 5 times a week (sometimes at midnight). I lost some again, but of course packed all the weight back on (and then a hefty some more) after I stopped going. Continue reading