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How The F*#k Did I Get Here?

April 17, 2012 22 Comments


It was 3am and I was awoken again by the raspy hacking cough of a tall skinny man lying on the beer stained carpet next to me .  I wasn’t sure whether it was the acid, the dope or the cigarettes that caused the dude to retch up sputum like some kind of rumbling volcano.

Have you ever had a moment in life when you suddenly stopped the charade  and asked yourself the time honored question, “how the f*#k did I get here? ”

Well, the more the dude coughed, the more I asked that question.

I mean I had been a Veterinary Surgeon working in plush clinics on the south coast of England less than five months earlier. How did I end up sleeping on that beer stained carpet in a sleazy one bedroom apartment in Burbank, California?

Faithfully following your dream, doesn’t guarantee you  any kind of success, but it does promise you an adventure.

 

P:S: This is the first in a series of blogs chronicling my adventures in Los Angeles over the last 3 years.

2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – Geoff Talbots Story
 

What Breastfeeding Has Done to My Brain

April 11, 2012 15 Comments


Recently I’ve had to change my diet drastically due to my baby boy’s food allergies (I’m a breastfeeding mom) and these changes have left me…wanting.

In the absence of being able to eat whatever, whenever — I’m beginning to realize that food is not only a means to sate my appetite but it inadvertently quiets other appetites.

I’m no expert and claim no scientific proof but we all know that food is a drug; the source, type and quality all affect our bodies, mind and emotion.

Lately without all the extra fillers (food) in my life I am beginning to perceive the robust edges of deep, deep desires in a way that I have not for some time.

We all have things in our lives that mute our yearnings – things that make grabbing a filler seem like a natural first response.

The truth is, nothing should dampen our deepest desires, for when they are pure and persistent, we can trust they are from our Creator and that is something to feel very good about.

Food, work, serial dating, pornography (whatever your filler of choice), may be stealing your desire and muting the voice of your soul.

 

2012 – Copyright Seven Sentences – Listening to Your Desires

 

The Joy Of Falling Into Nothing

March 28, 2012 0 Comments


I remember the day that I fell, I remember it as though it was yesterday. It was yesterday.

You can fall away from something OR you can fall towards something.

Walking is the art of throwing yourself off balance (falling) and catching yourself again.

I’m still falling.

I’m falling away from the ill conceived notion that freedom can be purchased or built with silver or gold.

That house on a hill could be a prison and not a mansion…

 

2012 Copyright – Seven Sentences – Falling Into Nothing

Seven Reasons You Can Become a Triathlete

March 25, 2012 0 Comments


If you had to bet a million dollars on someone like me swimming, biking and running her chunky buns across a half Ironman race, you would probably say, “That’s throwing good money after bad.”

But anyone in the world can become a triathlete with just a few small steps, just as I have done, fat bottom and all.

Most importantly, the first step is to adopt the dream of becoming a triathlete, to believe it, and to succumb to the dream.

Second, you should learn to swim and start swimming regularly in a pool, and eventually when you feel strong, take your goggles to the open water.

Next, pull that bike out of the garage or invest in a new bike, but either way, get outside on that bike (with your helmet) and ride like the wind.

Third, invest in some nice running shoes and begin to walk, jog and run your way to believing that you are a runner.

Finally, you will make yourself prouder than you ever could have imagined when you put all three together in one small event called a “sprint triathlon.”

 

Short Bio: Meredith (Swim Bike Mom) is a wife, mother, attorney, half an Iron-man, freelancer and social media maniac living in Atlanta, Georgia… and waiting for Triathlete Magazine to hire her. Blog: www.SwimBikeMom.com. Twitter: @SwimBikeMom. Facebook: www.Facebook.com/SwimBikeMom

2012 Copyright Seven Sentences - Seven Reasons You Can Become A Triathlete

Your Prison Door Is Not Locked

February 22, 2012 0 Comments


A famous magician once challenged every maximum prison warden in America to lock him up in their most secure cell. ” Within one hour, I shall escape from your cell,” he goaded them.

And so this famous magician went around America one jail at a time, escaping from prison cell after prison cell, no walls, no bar, no locks could contain him until he came to the very last prison where they clamped him in irons and threw him into his cell.

In a short time he was out of his irons and he went to work on the lock with a hair pin he had smuggled in under his tongue. For the remaining 45 minutes he worked furiously on that lock, prodding, picking, twisting and turning… trying all his tricks, but he could not figure out this lock.

His hour was up and our frustrated magician admitted defeat and in exasperation slumped down against the door… it opened… they had never locked door.

Are you fighting to unlock a door that is already open?

2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – Your Spiritual Prison

Why Hope Keeps Hammering in the Rain

February 10, 2012 1 Comment


I see a man bent over and old with a hammer in his hand. It’s dark outside and the cold wet rain is driving in; clinging to hair in filthy wet clumps.

He should be inside, where it’s warm and dry and the fire is lit; but instead he’s outside with that hammer in his hand, bashing in those nails, one cold thud at a time.

Persistence requires that he keeps hammering, even when it’s raining, even when it’s tough and when he feels like giving up.

It’s so much easier to build a house when the sun is shining but this old man has no idea how long it will take for the rain to stop.

So he keeps on hammering in hope, believing in his heart that it’s what you do when it’s raining that really counts.

Never give up, a house is built one nail at a time.

 

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2012 Copyright  Seven Sentences – Creative Hope

My Homeless Story in Seven Sentences

August 21, 2011 4 Comments


These Seven Sentences were written by blogger Elise Adams. You can read more of her creative thoughts here and her bio can be found here.  Follow Elise on Twitter.


I never thought I’d be homeless, or let someone hit me.

However, I did choose to leave my home, my two jobs and my family… Turning my back on real life for a fantasy turned out to be a bad choice.

Burning bridges behind me, I fell head first into a life of broken promises and outrageous delusions. One day I was finally sick and tired of all the drama.

By then there were two baby girls and the road back home was hard to find. We all didn’t stop spinning until he was arrested right in front of us exactly 4 years ago on August 24th.

 

2011 Copyright – Seven Sentences – Guest Blogger
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