saying yes

Many people in your life will say you're not ready or the time just isn't quite right. Well, I don't believe we're ever truly ready for any of the great leaps in our lives -- but we must step up and embrace them.
That nugget of wisdom hit me right in the spot the truth spot. Dead on. It was one of those moments when time stood still and I had a deep YES.
At the end of the day, it all comes down to how we handle it. Our ability (or inability) to live in reality and deal with change can say a lot about us and our outlook on life. And unbeknownst to many, it can also be indicative of how successful we will be and how far life will take us.
Yes is the essence of openness, freedom, and Divine love. Once you begin triumphantly saying yes, life flows, opportunities arise, and people appear that elevate your course and frequency forever.
For the first year after the divorce was final, my auto-response to just about every question that flew out of the mouths of my three sons was "YES!" It was an automatic, rapid-fire and knee-jerk reaction to each and every query.
Around strangers and friends whom I care considerably less about, I seem to struggle with limits and "no"s, and yet when it comes to my kids, "no" is almost reflexive at this point.
With each surrender of your attention, energy and time accepting other people's expectations, regulations and perceptions without question or resistance, you're slowly building a prison for yourself.
Do not fear the NO. It may seem like a powerfully intimidating two letter word. But for such a tiny word, NO is profoundly liberating. When you decide, "This does not warrant my immediate attention, or this is counterproductive we're not doing this" you embrace your intuition.
It is conventional wisdom that we’re our own worst enemies and despite the cliche, the idea rings true.
A psychologist probably would have had no problem putting two and two together, but it took me a little longer to come to a conclusion on my own. A back bend is the physical manifestation of opening up, otherwise known as my least favorite activity.