Today is day ten of the Oxygen Magazine Fitness challenge. It’s early here in Washington state. My clock says six, but I was up at five. I went to bed a little after midnight and I got just enough sleep to start again.

I have more on my plate than any one person can handle and I’m all right with it. I’m just glad to not be focusing on my romantic relationship, which is a mess. I am also glad to not be cleaning my kitchen, a reoccurring mess. I should probably stop watching the television news, another mess. Then there is Facebook with its drama, unfriending, and internet trolls.

 I was unfriended yesterday on Facebook. I received a long scathing message from a business man I had only briefly been introduced to. I’ve been researching direct selling businesses for more two years now because I plan to eventually invest in one. This particular man was hoping I would choose to do business with his company, but then he grew impatient and by doing so he blew every chance to be included in my future success. I was planning on investing in his company in the near future, but his rant and ego cost him my endorsement. He gave away his power and I kept mine. This brings me to strength training…

The best part of embracing a fitness lifestyle is the confidence you gain, or at least that has been my experience. I will admit that for me it has been an evolution, requiring the fortification of both body and mind. My writing for example, I became a writer while I was still morbidly obese. I am 5 feet 4inches and my weight at the time was just over two hundred pounds if I am remembering correct. There is another part of my mind that argues, “You only got close to two hundred, remember? You chickened out and turned a corner just before the scale tipped to two tons of human.”

If you are good with math you might disagree with mine, “Two hundred does not equal two tons.” Of course it does! When I weighed two hundred pounds I felt like I weighed two tons. My math is as simple as an emotional equation. You can juggle logic of you want, but then most people miss the yin to the yang. Our minds and bodies are connected, and our emotional compass is a part of that.

What Is Emotional Intelligence?

My writing is so emotionally charged that new readers do not always know if I a mentally sound or stable. In the beginning (I have been writing every day for three years) I was worried about explaining myself. I felt like I needed to secure a public that could see and understand me clearly. I still carry that fear. I think it is the biggest fear I own actually. “What if I am speaking a language that no one understands? What if my words are not heard for what they are and what if people decide that who I am is not worth keeping?”

Rejection is a very real concern for me as I am a small business owner. I currently count on community support as a professional photographer, but I no longer wish to live my life in bland neutral. I am a woman with a powerful voice, and I have a message, a purpose, that is much bigger than myself or any one success.   I want my writing to help heal the world and it will. Knowledge is the thread our life tapestry needs. Then my question became, “How do I know and when?”

Yesterday, while I was being unfriended by an American business man, a woman in Pakistan posted on my Facebook wall. I have no idea how she found me. I will simply tell you that I accept every friend request I get because I want my story to be read and I would prefer a world wide audience. My message of peace needs to carry that far if I am to help and I intend to.

This is what the woman from Pakistan tagged on my Facebook wall….

When I first read the post I was confused. I almost hit delete and then I decided I was too curious. I do not know anything about Pakistan, other than I am not afraid of all ethnicity that look like they could be ISIS or terrorists.  I decided to ask the Pakistan people about their country instead of looking away in fear Then all at once I heard voice after voice after voice. One man told me that the Pakistan government blocks Youtube. I thought he was must be joking until I Googled it (Click Here).