Friday, December 31, 2010

We've Moved!



Hey there! You didn't lose me. We simply changed addresses.
For more exciting adventures of Marissa, please go to the new home of MARISSOLOGY!!!
We've packed up our gear and taken the goods toWordpress!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Chalene Johnson's 30-Day Challenge

This morning came knocking early.  It was exactly 4:17 AM when my body told me to wake up.  After doing what necessitated my way-before-sunrise wakening, sleep was attempted once more. Silly me.  I should know me better than that. At precisely 4:59 AM, reluctantly throwing in the towel for more slumber, I felt around for my cozy sweater and fuzzy slipper socks.  It's astounding what super powers one possesses in the dark. Rather than sit with my coffee perusing the countless paid programming/infomercials available, I decided it was time to put fingers to keyboard and write something.  I'd thought about just slapping up the video I made and posted on youtube yesterday.  This post is really an expansion of what is touched on in the nearly 5 minute video. It's available for viewing after the text.

It won't be long and the new year will have been rung in.  For some of you it'll be a fond farewell to a year that didn't deliver what you'd hoped it would.  For others, like myself, you'll look back fondly on the countless blessings.  But not for long will you look back because it will hinder your ability to look ahead.

As 2010 was being sung in with Auld Lang Syne, my personal resolution was to get healthy -- how often had that been my promise? While the rest of the world was diving in head first on their quests to stop smoking, eat healthier, exercise, etc, ... and ultimately setting themselves up for failure or quitting within a month or so, yours truly was not budging.  It took until March to begin that resolution.  At that point can it still be thought of in those terms?

Here I am 45 pounds lighter and showing no signs of quitting.  Sure, there have been hurdles, stumbling blocks and a full gainer off the wagon.  What's different is that there was never a sense of defeat or failure.  Throwing up a white flag of surrender was never an option.  So, with that being said and statistics about new year resolutions being considered, what has transpired is a change and not a resolution. What's the difference? From my perspective a resolution is null and void if you don't back it up with personal accountability. Just saying it out loud isn't enough. Every single day you have to hold yourself accountable for the change you want to see.  Write it down in several places.  Set reminders of what your goals are in your fancy shmancy phone.  Make a pop up reminder on your computer.  It's easy to let things go to the wayside if it isn't in our face.  Enlist a squadron of support.  Don't ask the person who enables your bad habits to be your buddy. It's difficult when your enabler lives with you, but BE STRONG! I've found so much support online for my endeavors to be healthy.  People who've never shared the air space I breathe have championed me.  Don't discount the value of social networking.  Remember, while our families and close friends love us unconditionally, they are also comfortable with us 'as is' and shifting their personal perception of us is not always a pill they are ready to swallow.  So, do not give up on yourself based on what people close to you feel or say.  Ignore the naysayers and cut out your own thoughts of self-sabotaging ridicule.When you piss and moan about everything you don't have or constantly toss negativity into the cosmos, it will eventually be flung right back at you. Misery does love company.

Change is not easy. The first quest on my agenda is to get organized. Between my promotion to lab manager and developing my Team Beachbody business, it's an absolute necessity to keep order in my life.  Rather than make some lame attempt to go it alone, I'm turning to a pro.  The guru-ess of social media and organization: Chalene Johnson.  Again, this is all about accountability. There's that doggone word again. Dagnabit! But it works. If you're interested in getting organized so you can achieve your goals in 2011, then I strongly urge you to take advantage of Chalene Johnson's 30-Day Challenge. Hurry! Time is ticking away.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Christmas Letter

As the years have gone by as a single mother, my friends and family have assured me that my son will one day recognize that it is I who've provided for him.  You see, in the past Mancub, when given a writing project at school, would wax poetic about his father ... his absentee father.  Deep down it always hurt me.  I'd do my best to disguise my envy and encouraged him to be open about his feelings.

On December 15, 2010 I came home after working a grueling 12 hour day.  The 15th also happened to be the day of my first safety and quality inspection with my BIG boss and her boss. Stress so intense you could slice it with a Ginsu.  In the end, that visit turned out to be amazing, but the day still seemed forever long and never ending.  All I wanted to do after that roller coaster was chillax with my son and put my feet up.

It wasn't long after arriving home and shortly after hanging up my coat that Mancub handed me a folded piece of paper.  I asked, "What is this? Is it good or bad?" Knowing very well my son has very little bad to report regarding school.  He replied with a smirk, "It's good. I think you'll like it."

Quizzically, I unfolded the single sheet of paper to see what appeared to be an assignment from his keyboarding class.

It reads:

Dear Mom,

Thanks for being there for me even when things get tough for you especially at work because I know how annoying some of the people can be at work and you work so much, but I'm really happy you work so hard.  You've always taken care of me even though it can sometimes be stressful for you and, for that, I am sorry, but you have to know that I've always been proud to be your son.  I wouldn't be happier with any other mom than you.  Ever since dad left things have been tough for both of us and I know you kept trying to fill both his spot and yours and I have to say you've done a great job with me because without all of your love, I would probably be in a pretty bad place.

I want to thank you for all the things you bought for me and gave to me, Mo-mo and Silver. Because of them it's made it feel like I have someone to care for on my own just like you do with me and it's taught me a lot about responsibility.  I'm thankful for the food you cook for me everyday and don't think for a minute that it isn't any good because your cooking is phenomenal. If there was only one thing left to eat in this world I'd want it to be your food.  There are also the clothes you've bought for me that I'm thankful for because without them I'd be freezing my behind off outside right now. Also, thanks for the games that you buy for me sometimes because I know how much you love me whenever you say yes and I can get one.

There's also our house that we live in. It may not be the best place in the world, but it's still home sweet home to you and me. Besides, if we didn't have that place I probably wouldn't have met Kodi or Brianna, wherever she is.  And there's also the glasses that you've gotten me. If I didn't have them I wouldn't be able to see your beautiful face every morning or read like I do now and it's also your inspiration that I'm thankful for because you inspire me to just get up in the morning. Even though it doesn't look like it at times, but I am grateful for everything you do every day and that's why I'll always be proud to be your son and I'll never regret it. Because without you, I wouldn't be here right now typing you this letter.

Cordially yours,

Your son Mancub

P.S. Please don't ever change who you are, because you're perfect the way you are now.


Through tear soaked eyes I read the letter. Then, embraced my lovely son and told him he just gave me the best gift ever.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Eggnog Shakeology

I've expressed more than a couple of times how much eggnog anything just sets my tastebuds aflutter. However, the delightful, typically Christmastime beverage is ridiculously high in calories and fat.

*whimper and whine*

To the rescue! Chocolate Shakeology.  As if there needed to be more reasons why I'd marry Shakeology if it was a man, thirty days of holiday recipes for both flavors, chocolate and greenberry, was developed.  Included on the chocolate calendar (day 10 if you want me to be specific), is the recipe for Holiday Eggnog.

Hellooooo noggy! Yum. Hokey shmokes, Bullwinkle. Naturally, I had to try it.

Here's the recipe:
1 scoop Chocolate Shakeology
1 egg white
1/2 tsp of allspice
1 tsp rum extract
 1/2 cup skim milk (I used rice milk -- it gives a richer texture and flavor)

Wowsers! I admit that when I first began my love affair with Shakeology there was a fear that it would quickly become boring. But here we are 10 months later and still finding new and exciting ways to keep our relationship tasty and tantalizing!  If you'd like more information on Shakeology and the 30 days of recipes, you just need to give me a shout! Comment below, visit my Shakeology website or email me.


PS. To all my brides to be, Shakeology is the ideal way to help you and your wedding party to be picture perfect on your big day!

Bring It! P90X for Christmas

When you're a single gal it's not unusual to make purchases around Christmas and declare that since you have no one to buy you gifts, you do it for yourself. Apparently I'm not alone in that frame of thinking because, statistically speaking, 1 in 4 women admit to shopping for themselves when out spending moolah on others.

What did I buy? Well, I made my quarterly pilgrimage to Bath and Body Works. Buy 3 get 3 free is a great lure. Of those six items, 3 were for Mancub. So, technically, the other 3 for myself were free. Don't you feel better already about my spending?  Prior to that I'd pre-ordered a book on Amazon.  Any guesses what it might be? ::hint: look to your right::

2011 I have sworn to myself that I will BRING IT! Tony Horton style and I'm taking my 16 year old son with me.  He and I are starting that amazing muscle confusion, 90 day program known as P90X.  To further my accountability, our journey will be chronicled right here! Every day there will be a brief update regarding our progress.  In your face honesty.  If we slack off, we'll admit it.  Photos will be included along with a smattering of video.

If you're psyched and wanting to join in -- we'd love to have your input about your own journey added to the comments -- get over to my Team Beachbody website and order the program of your choice to BRING IT! in 2011. Check out the supplements, too. You'll definitely need P90X Results and Recovery Formula. It tastes like an orange creamcicle!!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Why I'd Marry Shakeology If It Was Human

I'm simply going to be honest with you. Until around April of 2010, I had issues. Digestive problems. Now, I know that's not very exciting to talk about, but it's the truth. I chalked it up to getting older. Little by little a list, a long one at that, was made of the foods that agreed with me and didn't bode well once consumed. Quite frankly it became a bit unnerving as I love to enjoy food. While my outlook about eating are healthier and less about feeding my emotions, I still love the flavors, textures and aroma of food.

Then along comes Shakeology. All I knew at the time of first purchase, March 2010, was that I held on to the hope it would help me lose weight. It didn't phase me to inquire about ingredients. My Team Beachbody Coach John Hays informed me that it wasn't a bunch of fillers, artificial sweeteners, artificial flavors or colors. Nor does it contain its weight in sugar (like Slim-fast and a host of others on the over-the-counter market).

Once the 30 day supply arrived and I began using it as a meal replacement in the morning, something struck me odd after a couple of weeks. I felt better. I became a regular gal, if you know what I mean. That's when I inquired about Shakeology's magic healing powers. That's what I claim. Beachbody in no way does that. Remember, I'm talking from a personal perspective and experience. Amongst the 70 ingredients is probiotics.

All 70 Shakeology ingredients
Probiotics in Shakeology promote good digestion, boost the immune system and help your body naturally control intestinal pH levels. Well, no wonder I was feeling so much better! My body was being tuned up!

Then, I tried the 3-Day Cleanse. Assured by John, my coach, that it wasn't like that crazy starvation chili-lemonade thing Beyonce' and Oprah have claimed to use to drop weight quickly, I set the date to do it. John, being an awesome guy, did the cleanse at the same time as a support. At that time I didn't consider what time of month it was. Yeah, you totally know what I'm hinting at. It concerned me because I become a ravenous eating machine. I crave sodium and anything junky. Not only that but being cranky and pissy about everything at the drop of a hat doesn't begin to describe the effects of PMS. LOO-NA-TIC! And the cramping? Fahgettaboutit.

OK, this is where you need to imagine a choir of ethereal angels singing in refrain as the heavens open up ... my PMS was curbed while on the 3-day Cleanse. The compulsion to eat junk food and Diet Coke had disappeared. Could it be true that when you give the body what it NEEDS, then you no longer crave the things that are horrible for it? Whoa. Hold the phone, sister! And on top of it I wasn't bloated to the max -- remember, Aunt Flow was around. I lost 6.5 pounds. My crankiness level barely registered as a blip on the radar. Egads!!!

Miraculously, the junk food cravings and desire to drink diet soda were gone! My body was then ready to begin a more intense work out program (Power 90 -- P90Xs mom). Within 90 days I lost 34 pounds and felt better from every facet of living than I had in decades.

It's weird to say something so simple and pure could give me a new lease on life, but it has.  I love how I feel and it all began with deciding to do something about my situation of being obese. Then, committing to a program that works. Also, committing to sharing my journey. As a result, I am seeing success! That success has spread to many aspects of my life.

So, yeah! If Shakeology was a man I'd totally marry it.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Attitude is everything

I always considered myself a generally happy person. In spite of life's ups and downs, it wasn't unusual to just keep smiling knowing that a new day would dawn where new opportunities would be presented.  How I viewed myself and presumed others viewed me was slightly skewed from what was deeply felt ... by myself.

Not until the last couple of months did it come to my attention that I'd been wearing a mask.  Yours truly was not happy.  Miserable might be pushing it, but needless to say, if I was me I wouldn't want my own company.  That's pretty damned sad.

Little by little the layers of yuck have peeled away as the inches of flubber have also been shed.  Without a doubt my weight was allowing me to hide; to be buried.  That's not to say every person who is overweight is congruently unhappy.  My weight was an excuse for not pursuing romance or even attention from the opposite sex.

Zoinks! A revelation, it is.

Last week something extraordinary occurred at work.  Without giving much detail -- because I feel it's detrimental to discuss such things in this forum -- I felt exorcised of the self imposed oppression and stifled happiness.  Someone who doesn't know me extremely well, but well enough to promote me looked me in the face and said, "stop it! stop living in the past and look forward."  In a flash like Benny Hinn smacking a drug addict on the forehead demanding that the demons 'BE GONE!', I was healed. It's as if I'd been waiting for someone to give me the permission to stop living on the negative by tethering myself to 'what had been' like a two ton anchor that was pulling me into the abyss of doom.

My body is becoming healthy and my mind is following suit.  Coincidence? I think not.  Feeding the body well and giving it a means of detoxification through a good old fashioned sweat leads to better things from the inside out.

Be HEALED! *SMACK*
How can I help you from this day forward, my friends?

Monday, December 20, 2010

Look Ahead

"Things will go wrong at times. You can't always control your attitude, approach, and response. Your options are to complain or to look ahead and figure out how to make the situation better"
— Tony Dungy

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Dear Marissa: The Video

When I first started recording video to post on this blog I used a webcam.  A cheap one at that. The resolution was awful. In a moment my rosy complexion would turn Yoda green.  Then, I bought a digital camera that also had video capabilities. Unfortunately, natural lighting is required as the flash isn't steady when filming.  Recently, I adopted a Droid.  Sure, I could read the manual from cover to cover and watch the handy dvd that came with it, but why do that when I can sit for hours tinkering with it and getting utterly frustrated. Only at that moment do I consult the manual... or the 22 year old who works for me.  The Droid has a cam-corder app.  Seeing that thrilled me to pieces! Plus, there's lighting! The quality isn't too bad once I figured out how to adjust brightness. Prior to that my face was so illuminated that my nose literally vanished off my face.  Trust me, with my honker that is no small feat.  The problem arose when I tried posting directly to Youtube.  The file size was too large to go the traditional route. Wi-fi was required. But I HAVE wi-fi.  We got it so we could use Netflix through the Wii. A good part of Friday was spent on trial and error.  I'd record; then record a shorter version. I even tried talking faster. The video simply would not transmit.  Now I know how Luke Skywalker felt about retrieving the message out of R2D2. By the end of the night I sounded terribly scripted. Plus, I'd adjourned to my bedroom to record as not to get the noises of my son's video game or television program in the background. Oh, and let us not leave out the howling of the goofy cat. You ask what's so bad about being in my bedroom? The God awful, hideous wallpaper. That's what. It looks like a 1977 Rose Bowl float threw up on my walls. This is a rental that I've lived in for five years.  I don't bother to ask to paint/strip/whatever because it's dark and my eyes are closed when I'm in there.  OK? Point being, it is not an attractive backdrop for a blog posting unless I'm conducting some retro, creepy porno involving old ladies.  Which I AM NOT!  So, I tried to hang something on my headboard to disguise the heinous wallpaper. What resulted was the appearance I was attempting to hide something. Bleah.

This is the result of resorting back to my digital camera video feature early in the morning before the cats and child could distract me.  No, the lighting isn't great. Yes, the background is beige. In this house you either get paneling, beige blinds or fugly as hell wallpaper. Or a dirty kitchen -- I've been baking. Shup!

If you'd like to be part of the next DEAR MARISSA, then send me your questions! My email is wildhair65 at gmail DOT com

Dear Marissa: Just Bring It!


Friday, December 17, 2010

Lady Jane

Lady Jane -- You will be missed
This is dedicated to Maureen, Michael, Justin, Kris, Alisa, Kailey, Andrew and Ryan:

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Truth Hurts

All credit given to the above website. Thank you!

2010 is quickly coming to an end.  While holiday parties are still in full swing and gorging yourself is likely part of the festivities, I want you to be a forward thinker. Think ahead to your waistband sinking deeper into your middle.  Consider the buttons on your shirts crying out for mercy.  No one is shrinking your clothes, buttercup. It's time to Decide. Commit. Succeed.

Who is going to get you there? YOU! Invite me to be part of your journey whether it is to get leaner or lose 100+ pounds.  I recently did the Shakeology 3-day Cleanse and lost EIGHT POUNDS!. It's gentle (no, you won't be pooping your pants when you sneeze or laugh really hard.) What this cleanse will do is prepare your body for healthier eating and exercise through detoxing yourself of all the buttery cookies, bacon wrapped everything and alcohol consumption it has been subjected to between Thanksgiving and New Year's Eve.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mom

Mom at a Barbershop Choir convention
My mother is no longer walking amongst in the land of the living.  At age 51, June, 1981 she left us after a battle with cancer. I miss her just as much today as I did then. Probably even more since the anger has departed and now all I have are precious memories of the woman who birthed 8 children and longed for more. However, my birth wasn't the easiest and she made me her caboose.  It's best described as ending with perfection. Smile.

Today I wanted to share with you a story of eggnog.  Many people don't care for its texture or flavor. As for me, gimme, gimme, gimme! Let's not trouble ourselves the high fat and calorie content as you walk with me on the path of joyful memories.

Please to enjoy, Mama's Christmas Eggnog

Ever since I can remember I have loved eggnog. While passing Fannie May Candies I eyed a sign in the window advertising their new item: Cheesecake. Like Homer Simpson spying a donut I muttered, "mmmm cheeeeesecake..." I adore cheesecake, too. Fannie May has brought together two of my favorite holiday treats! Eggnog cheesecake! Again, I mentally take on another character; Will Ferrell's Buddy the Elf. I was subconsciously singing in the mall, "CHEESECAKE! I loooooooooove cheesecake and eggnog..eggnog cheesecake.. I-WANT-TO- EAT- IT- NOW!" I'm sure my co-worker was unaware of the scenario blaring through my head. Had this truly happened I'm sure I'd still be explaining to mall security how I managed to escape from my straight jacket.

When did the love affair between eggnog and my taste buds first blossom? I can't recall the first time my tongue lapped up the delicious dairy-nog, but I assure you it was non-alcoholic. I do know that my mother made it from scratch. I cannot tell you how she concocted my most favorite and beloved holiday beverage. The treat she made far surpasses any gunk you can buy pre-made. Her's was smooth, not too heavy or thick. My taste buds were doing the dance of the Sugar Plum Faeries as it slid down my throat. She'd dollop frothy egg whites on top with a light dusting of nutmeg. My eyes would dance wildly with excitement just awaiting that first sip. Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve were the only occasions eggnog was brought to the buffet table. I suppose that made it all that more special to me and still is to this day.

Each Christmas season I am rabid for eggnoggy products. Eggnog to drink. I cut the commercial stuff with 2% milk...too thick. Eggnog Latte' at Starbucks. Eggnog ice cream at Oberweis. I bought a quart of Oberweis eggnog to add to my coffee in the morning. And now, Eggnog cheesecake at Fannie May. I'd probably use eggnog flavored toothpaste if it were on the market.

Eggnog brings me back to the happiness that was my childhood. The thrills of traditions created by my beautiful mother. Her image in the kitchen; singing her favorite Christmas songs. Her voice a sweet sound. Her song erased any sadness or disappointment I may have felt. Momma's Emeraude perfume lofting in the air. It's melodically stuck in my nasal cavity.

You see, drinking eggnog is more than just consumption of a holiday beverage for me. It's chocked full of beautiful memories. It's not only a memory of a punch bowl filled with a creamy concoction; it's recollection of admiration and love. Not only my regard toward my mother, but her regard to me as her child. She created memories that are sacred.

Everything was perfect at Christmastime. She taught me that wrapping a gift wasn't just a means to keep it secretive, it was to be done with loving care. Each fold of the paper was her way of giving of herself. Every gift inside was a piece of her heart and soul. My mother didn't haphazardly slap on wrapping, sloppily apply the tape or smack on a bow without care. She was an artiste.

She worked in customer service at Montgomery Ward when I was a wee tot. I loved going to see her there at Christmas. She was the master gift wrapper. I think people came to know she'd not only don their package with the shimmering foil paper, but she'd treat their purchases as if she'd bought them herself for someone special.

There was a lot to learn from my mom. I often wish she was here to counsel me in my day to day life. I suppose in many ways she does. She had far more patience than I. Mom could turn around any one's frown, sadness or dismay. I think over time it became a curse. No matter who she encountered, people loved her.

My Dad wrote a short Christmas story with my Mom as the main character. I hope to find a copy of it and share it here. After years of observing how my Mom pulled together Christmas (even if the money wasn't there), my Dad speculated that Santa had to be a woman; his wife. Mom created magic at Christmas. It was truly the most incredible homage any man could pay to his wife; the mother of his 8 children (after her death he remarried an extraordinary woman; through that union 2 more children blessed our family and new traditions would be made.)

Christmas is a glorious time overflowing with memories. Love is what abounds in my heart because of the unconditional love bestowed upon me by my parents. My enchanting mother taught me that Christmas is magic. It's not magic that comes from a wand or a potion. It's the magic you feel in your very soul.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Something funny leads to good deeds

someecards.com - You'll know I'm your Secret Santa if you don't get anything

This card inspired an idea that has always been stumbling around in the back of my mind each year holiday gift giving season rolls around.  I'm a grown up with a big girl job.  If there is something I want, I buy it.  For several years I have not participated in the gift exchange at work. This act has led people to call me a Grinch.  My actions, or lack there of, have nothing to do with my lack of Christmas spirit.  My heart is full of giving and light all year long but especially during this time of  year.  Rather than buying friends and family items that will likely end up on a shelf collecting dust or re-gifted at their work white elephant exchange, my money goes toward donations to less fortunate people.  In years past, I have been a recipient of such gifts that made giving my son a Christmas possible.  Out of the blue I was showered with generosity. 

Pay it forward.

When this card was posted on my Facebook wall along with the comment "because you don't need anymore crap, I'm spending your Secret Santa money on food and toys to donate to a worthy cause." My friend Brett commented, "I directed all my fans to send my gifts to St. Jude's, Smile Train, And Toys For Tots. Or any other great children's charities they can find."

Don't you just dig that? Nothing would make my heart grow and glow brighter if you donated a gift to my charity of choice this season and just let me know who you are honoring in the comments below. If you choose another charity, PLEASE share it with a link. Let us all be able to bring joy to someone who has been down on their luck or have lived a lifetime of misfortune.  Your kindness may be the little thing that gives them hope.

Project Angel Food "For LIFE, for LOVE, for as long as it takes"

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Motivation vs Inspiration

As part of a promise to myself and coaching through Beachbody, I partake in daily personal development.  It might be viewing a Joel Osteen clip on youtube, reading The Slight Edge by Jeff Olsen or, more recently, listening to a Dr. Wayne Dyer audio book to and from work in my car.

Now, this may not be something any one of you reading this finds interesting.  Some of you may think my choice of authors/orators is bumpkiss and foolishness.  But guess what? I take away with it what is useful to me toward improving myself inside -- the outside will follow suit as I continue on the path of having a love affair with moi.

There is one particular passage that has stuck with me as I listened to Wayne Dyer discuss what it is that makes him do what he does in his lectures and seminars.  What persuades him unknowingly to take on projects. 
Motivation is an external force while inspiration is an internal force. Motivation is focusing on the external – a goal, an outcome, an achievement. Inspiration is focusing on the internal – energy and intuition. Inspiration is being in spirit or in connection with a higher Intelligence. Motivation is based on a motive which is individual experience.

Whoa! Can I get that on my coffee mug, a tee shirt, a banner on my bedroom wall? Maybe it's trivial for you, but to me it means following what I feel is intrinsically driving me. That thing you cannot see, but offers up the sense there is something much greater.

Let's just say that I'm listening to the voices of inspiration and that motivates me beyond a realm ever thought to be worthy of a quest so great.