The great George Bernard Shaw once said…

“The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want. And if they can’t find them, make them.”

This is the “Simple Abundance” message for today… well, Ms. Sarah Ban Breathnach put in a whole lotta stuff about being a late bloomer, which frankly, I can do without. But bottomline pretty much sums up my very own motto (stolen from some other author) “Find something that scares you. Then do it anyway.” Or otherwise said, “It’s never too late to try something new.”

See, now this is what I’m talking about! This is who I am. As mentioned in one of my other posts (“To quit or not to quit” from June 19th… I’m just saying) it’s not that I quit everything I start, it’s just that I like to start a lot of different stuff. I love life. I love experiencing what life has to offer. And I don’t want to be on my deathbed wishing I had done these things.

And my ego is pretty much my driving force.

I will do anything if people tell me I can’t do it. Or they’ve tried it, and it was impossible, and their friend Sally said that it couldn’t be done, or it had been done but the person who did it got help from her family, or Little Suzie Homemaker did it, but she’s the very best of the best so nobody could possibly do it better than her.

And then my ego says: Oh ya? Watch me.

This is why I have so many fricken kids. Had one, then heard someone who had two babies 24 months apart, and she was soooooooooo busy, she could barely keep up.

So I had my two babies 20 months apart. And I kept up. Just fine.

Then Mary-Jane down the block had three kids, and she was fantastic, her house was spotless, you’d never even know she had kids. How did she juggle it all?

I had my third. My house was spotless. I was doing great. In fact, I was such a good juggler, I started my own business (2nd shameless plug: “To quit or not to quit” from June 19th), got a golden retriever, and two cats. And for those of you that are thinking to yourselves: “Yes, but what about those poor kids? They are probably devastated from the neglect they suffered!” Well, I’d post pictures of them so you could see for yourselves how great they are, but they’re busy playing violent, M-rated video games, and wish not to be disturbed in their crack dens.

Then I’m at one of those torture chambers knowns as The Mommy-and-Me mornings, (see, I did spend time with my children) when Miss Competitive next to me starts telling me how it’s so lovely that I have THREE children, but she has FOUR, and I should just stick to THREE because it’s SO MUCH HARDER with four, because she barely has any time to herself, and although she got her figure back after the first three, well, the fourth just finished her off, she gained way more weight because of changes in her metabolism, and she’ll never get her figure back, but that’s ok because that’s what motherhood is all about, and sometimes she goes for days without finding the time to shower… ok, that’s just gross, but…

Welcome Baby #4. And guess what? Not only do I shower every day, but I also go from being a brunette to a blonde, which requires time-consuming upkeep of my roots. AND I left the hospital in my prepregnancy size 2 jeans… Ok. I never fit size 2 jeans, but it sounded good, didn’t it.

I did, however, get one of those Hummer-sized strollers, and started running with my baby every day. I bought a weight set, and with my kids sitting alongside me nagging for freezies cheering me on, I trained like Arnold.

This lead to one of my other egomaniacal endeavours: figure competitions. And all because one day last September, one of the bitchy young girls in my nursing program said: “Sandra, you have such nice sculpted arms for someone your age.”  …excuse for a moment, I’m still swallowing back the bitter on that one.

I knew this bitch girl was dieting and training to compete in a figure competition taking place in March/10, so guess what I did? I signed up too. Thus my descent into the land of low-carbs and misery. And since misery loves company, this girl and I became good friends.

 I could name a few other instances in which my ego was doing the talking, and I probably will in other posts, but suffice it to say that trying new stuff is not bad. Unless it’s breaking and entering. But since I can barely figure out how the layout of my blog works, I highly doubt I would know how to disarm a security system.

Later folks! I’m off to lift weights until I’m nauseous. I’m going to be working out with a new trainer in September, and I want to be in the shape of my life when I meet him: you know, it’s kind of like cleaning your house before the cleaning lady arrives.

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2 Responses to The great George Bernard Shaw once said…
  1. Janellaaaaa
    June 21, 2010 | 4:41 pm

    Yes. Yes. Yes.
    You are crazy.

    Note: I referred to you as one of "The Crazies" on my FB Fan site today. Well…. unless that was a bad thing. If it IS bad, then I have no idea how that happened, and I must have gotten hacked. I'd like to speak with my lawyer, please.)

  2. Sandra
    June 21, 2010 | 7:51 pm

    Yes, I got the "Crazy" comment…which is what made me realize I had ditched you for a day of laying around!

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