Love…

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Love is such a crazy and irrational emotion.  It can make people do some ridiculousness shit. It’s the one emotion that you can’t control, and that alone is terrifying. It makes you break all your rules. Turns you into your own worst enemy. Strips you of all pride, and enables your vulnerable humiliation.

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It’s the one drug you can’t buy.  The one thing that regardless of your power, wealth, or success you cannot acquire. It’s illusive. There is nothing you can do to force it, or hunt it down or manufacture; it just either is, or it’s not. It’s the one thing that all humans search for whether they admit it or not. It’s what we all want.  We all want to find that drug, let it fill us up from the inside, and keep us warm at night.

So when you find it, and it finds you and the situations not right, it can really piss you off. It begs the question, why find me at all? If it’s a known fact that timing is off from the jump, than why not leave me alone? I mean that would be the nice thing to do.  Just let me mind my business and skip the stupid drunk dials and broken heart and just let me be. Let me live in peace.

But even though most of us are so afraid to fall in love because we are even more afraid of getting our hearts broken, those moments when love fills you down to your toenails… those are the moments when you feel most alive.  The ones when you truly believe that anything is possible and that love can conquer all. Even though it scares you to death to allow that happiness to fill you up like a hot air balloon, when you do, you can fly so high. Those moments remind us why we search endlessly for love. Because when we find it, regardless of how long it lasts, that feeling is enough to recharge our soul and give us hope for the future.  And even though a piece of us might die every time we lose it, more of us comes alive each time we find it.

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For those of you who are in love, or with someone you love… tell them right after you read this, how much they mean to you.  How grateful you are for all the little things they do for you.  Being in love and in a relationship is NOT their oblation, it’s NOT a given (yes even if your married), it’s not guaranteed.  So remember that.  They don’t have to stay, they didn’t have to pick you.  But they did and they are, so make them not regret it.  Tell them how glad you are that you don’t wake up everyday in a bed by yourself.  Tell them. I promise you they don’t “know,” you have to TELL them, every single day.

For those of you who are thinking that the grass might be greener in the single pasture... think again.  Reconsider the person your with, the time you’ve invested and the love you share. Realize that the only thing “missing” is you not giving them all of you.  You not telling them enough how much they mean to you. Love works best when given away. If you want more affection from your mate then give THEM more affection.

And for those of us still looking for love....  Don’t give up. I know it seems like the best solution sometimes, but don’t close your heart.  Remain steadfast in the knowledge that when your not looking for love, it usually finds you.  Become the type of person you’d want to fall in love with and it will come to you. I believe that for me, I have to. Because I refuse to let my heart bleed out.

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One day…

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Blank Stare.

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*Here’s a random story from my upcoming memoir… your welcome! 🙂

 

I’m putting Kanen to bed, and he says “Mama, tonight can you tell me a story from when you were a
little girl?” I rack my brain for something kid appropriate. And then I have it “This is a cute story” I begin; he turns
toward me on the bed listening intently.
So I tell him of the time my little brother Jeremiah went out to the hen house where our mama duck had just hatched a batch of baby chicks who were swimming in a canning pot for lack of a pond. When I’d gone to check on them, I found the lid on and my brother sitting in the dirt, waiting as if it was pop-corn and the lid would magically pop-up on its own. I raised the lid to find all the duckies floating face down in the water.
“What!?” Kanen says. “He killed the duckies!” “Oh you’re right.  I guess that wasn’t a funny story, let me think of something else.”

           So then I tell him about our goat Cloudy who had gotten into a burlap sack of uncooked brown rice.   And how Josiah thought it was hilarious when the goat tried to eat the peanut butter he was also feeding him.  Tong sticking to the roof of his mouth, but still begging for more.  In his defense, he was only like five, and it was hilarious.  Until an hour later we found the goat on its side, tummy inflated like a hot-air balloon, dead as a door nail.

“What?!” Kanen gives a half horrified laugh.
“Well, we had a lot of animals die when I was a kid.” I tell him.  “It’s the casualty of living in the country.
More dead dogs then I can shake a stick at.” He’s not impressed.  
I’m realizing these stories could scar my son, so I quickly tell him the happiest story I can
remember from my childhood.  The night of the magical Christmas tree, the night I got the only toy I’d ever owned, my beloved boy doll Josh.  He looks relieved, until he asks “so what happened to Josh?”
“I left him in the sun, and his face melted off”.
He looks at me, blankstare. “Mama, can you not tell me stories about when you were a little girl
anymore.”
I see his point.

 

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Law of Attraction Works! Here’s MORE Proof.

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Acrobat Izzy playing in our back yard

I hope I’m not beating a dead horse here, but the HBRMethod  (my version of LOA) is some crazy cool shit! I mean seriously. I’ve posted some pretty amazing manifestations before, but this one really is the case in point.  The proof-positive that no matter what happens in your life, even the super super shitty stuff, it’s all part of your big picture being manifested.

If you believe it like I do, then that faith has the power to set your stress free.  You stop worrying about trying to fix everything, or dwell on why things seem to fall apart and instead trust that some how it’s all going to reveal that it was just magic in the making.

Believe me I know it’s a hard thing to do, if your a regular reader to this blog, then you’ve read my posts on an “off” day when I’m questioning everything.  But last year at this time the kids and I were in a VERY different place then we are today. Last May I was suddenly fired from my new job, which left me without an income for almost two months with three kids to support.  Then our house flooded on June 2nd of last year leaving us homeless for almost an entire month. It was the Red Cross that came to our aid and kept the kids and I together and from a much worse situation.

Mira relaxing on the front lawn (we’d never had a yard before)

When all that happened I wanted to give up so damn bad you have no idea. (Read the posts from June of 2011 and you’ll see).  But my faith in #HustleBelieveReceive (my version of LOA)  and the belief that somehow it would all work out and that it was part of my big dream somehow is what kept me from completely melting down.  I believe that when really shitting things happen to us that it’s an Earthquake Moment making room for our ultimate manifestation.

Cooking in my favorite kitchen EVER with my girlfriend

I could have never guessed what that might be.  But this week as the kids and I have been filming our story for the Red Cross national ad campaign, I realized that our final day of filming will be on June 2nd.  That’s the actual day the Red Cross came to our aid one year ago.  How insane is that? We will go back to the hotel, our old house and film at the girls 5th birthday party, showing us one year after.  I just find that so amazing.

Who would have thought back then when we were in the thick of survival and fear that a year later, that very thing would be what is opening doors for us on a huge scale. A year later I have a better job then I’d ever had, the best house I’ve ever lived in my entire life, and a chance to make my big dreams a reality.  We now have a yard, which I’d always wanted but never had before, a kitchen and room to have friends come stay. But I had to lose it all last year in order for these doors to be open.  Everything always happens for a reason.

Life is a trip!

Makin dinner (follow on Instagram: SarahCentrella)

Keep the faith even when you don’t want to.  Believe in magic even when it defies reason.

That my friends, is exactly what the #HBRMethod means to me.  It might have taken a full year for this manifestation to come true, but it did, and in a bigger way than I’d dreamed it. I’ve had the dream/goal to get the kids and my story out there in a big way, and it turns out that what felt like the end of the world was the opening of a door to a whole new one.

Oh what a difference a year makes! Last year we were eating cereal all day in a hotel

 

Click HERE to pre-order my book #HustleBelieveReceive which gives my 8 steps to success to changing your life and living your dream. Not all “law of attraction” teaching works, in fact most don’t.  But over the last 5 years I’ve learned what does and how to quickly and easily apply it to get fast, life changing results. Learn more about my #HBRMethod for success.

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Red Cross Documentary Film Project

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My little Red Cross poster child

About a week or so ago a casting director working with the American Red Cross came across my story Don’t Count Me Out about when our house was flooded last year and the Red Cross came to our rescue.  She asked if I’d be interested in sharing our story for their National Ad (commercial and print) campaign to raise awareness for the Red Cross.

Of course I would!

The project consists of us filming our life for about two weeks, documentary/reality style.  Telling our story, individually and together and then they will make a mini-movie out of our footage and audio.  So I plan to go to Portland next weekend for the girls birthdays and finish our filming there and at the hotel.

The gift box, beautifully wrapped

I am always just blown away by how the Law of Attraction works to turn things that look really shitty into huge opportunists and part of our big picture dream.  This is the definition of an “Earthquake Moment”. That moment that looks like the worst thing possible at the time but if you keep the faith is part of your big picture dream.

This is sooooo part of my big dream!

 

Our Welcome Letter

My big dream is to use my story to inspire people all over the world, to spread a message of hope and to teach people how to create a better life and believe in their ability to do it.  This is a great step in that direction.  She let me know that most of the stories they were considering had been submitted online via the national search, but that she was directly contacting us after hearing about our story. I’m so honored to be able to give back in some small way.  To try and repay them for how they totally saved my ass and kept my family together.

And the camera is ours to keep (and I didn’t have one, only my phone)

The thing that’s just crazy to me about it is that it’s been almost exactly a year to the day, since the flood.  It happened this time last year, the girls turned four in that hotel.  Next weekend we will be celebrating their fifth birthday.  So when you have patience and believe things will work out they do, when the time is right.

But I promise you this is just another perfect example of my philosophy of Hustle.Believe.Receive. This didn’t just randomly happen.  I actively one night posted that story on every Red Cross site I could find, if nothing else I knew it would inspire volunteers to know that the job they do changes peoples lives.  So that was my “hustle“.  Notice I didn’t just sit on my ass and expect opportunities like this to fall in my lap, I did my part.  And then the Universe did the rest.  It aligned the start that the casting director found my story, went and read it and was then moved enough to contact me.  After a phone “audition” I waited to hear back for about a week.  That is the Believe.  I knew I’d done everything I could do on my own, the rest was up to the Universe, I believed that I would get it and I did! We got the gift box with our documentary filming instructions and camera yesterday (that’s the Receive).

It really is that simple. It an easy formula and I’ve put it to the test in examples all over my blog (check the tag Manifest This for more examples). You can do it to! But you have to be AWARE in your own life and look for all the little signs that are aligning to make your dreams happen.  It’s like a big puzzle look for it, knowing it’s there somewhere, that you just need to piece it together.  I promise you if you follow the formula it will work for you too.

Stay tuned, my hope is that the kids and I get picked to be their national print and multi-media family, but no matter what happens this is already an amazing opportunity.

Believe in magic y’all!

Update Dec 13, 2012 Here is the finished product that is airing on major networks now:

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Who Said You Should Never Drunk-Dial???

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Oh right, I did. Well you should know better than to listen to me. If you were wondering if I can take  my own dating advise, I’m here to say, nope, sure can’t.

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This is what happens when you drunk-dial the love of your life after not talking for months. In which you call him an asshole, while saying you want to live happily-ever-after, with him (this is why people shouldn’t drink, it makes you bipolar). And after he emails you that he just spoke to a customer service rep who sounded “exactly like you“, which made him miss you and send an email saying so. And after the Universe told you some pretty crazy shit which made him call you for the first time in months….

…email sent to try and correct above mentioned fuckup:
“I’m sorry I said you’re an asshole. I only partially think that’s true. I mean you are being an asshole, but I know why. And as much as I hate it, I also get it. You’re not an asshole, just being one to me. Which I probably deserve. 

Right after I read your note, the next email I read was my daily note from the “Universe” which was crazy timing to say the least. And which pretty much fucked up my head for the rest of the day. (Smh)

Realllly???

Then tonight Mira asked me why she never hears “
he’s so fluffy I’m gonna die” when I get a text message anymore. I said because I don’t really talk to Derrick (not his real name) anymore… “Sometimes grownups stop being friends.” 
And my 4-year-old says; “Mama you better talk to him or he’s not gonna like you any more, and you love ‘he’s so fluffy your gonna die’, and what letter does Derrick start with?”
And I said “D”.
And then I thought I  might wanna take back the whole asshole bit, so I can sleep at night.
So I mostly take it back. 

… *Sign… Tears  …FML

I keep wondering what you thought when you heard a voice that sounded like mine.  Hope it made you miss mine like crazy.  

Hopefully you deleted my voicemail before listening to it. I may have been inebriated and PMSing and cried all weekend because it was the first Mother’s Day I’ve ever had without my kids. And because six years ago on Mother’s Day I lost a baby. A mother with no kids. Alone on a day for Mothers.
It was fucking depressing.
And I wanted all day to hear you say “Happy Mother’s Day” to me, but knew you wouldn’t.  (asshole reasoning inserted here)
And then I wondered who you’ll say that to one day.
And then I started drinking heavily.
And watched Pretty Women twice in a row, hammered, because I thought once wasn’t pathetic enough. And because I think I’m Cinda-fuckin-rella and that fairy-tale endings exist.

So there you have it. You drive me to drink. And believe in fairy-tales.”

I hit send at midnight.
Then regret it for the next six hours. Cringing every time I checked my email in box looking for a response.
I wake up and read this.

..

Now the Universe just thinks this shits funny and is fuckin with me.
(BTW this daily email is NEVER about love or relationships, these are the only two I’ve ever gotten on the subject, what the hell?)

For the record, as fate would have it, that “deep soulful eye contact” it’s referring to is exactly what got this whole damn thing started in the first place! The Universe knows it’s shit, for real.

Then I listened to this song 793 times in a row….

Trey Songz – Heart Attack

 

 

And then my phone rings, I see his face pop up and I stop breathing….

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Radio Interview with Dr Marriah Star

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Here is the recording of yesterdays interview with Dr. Marriah Star. We talked about how I’m able to successfully manifest experiences using a vision board, what the turning point for me was in starting over, and a new topic for me, how to “fake it till you make it”.

 

 Click here to listen to the interview. Note I come on 30 min into the interview if you’d like to skip the intro

~Written by: Sarah Centrella for Thoughts.Stories.Life
*This is an interactive blog please leave your comments and thoughts, I will respond 🙂

For Mama.

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Kanen’s Handmade Book <3

Today was the first Mother’s Day I’ve ever spent without my kids. It’s been ten years that this day has been my day. I remember being pregnant with Kanen and so excited that I got to celebrate it even though he wasn’t born yet. Most of those past Mother’s Days were spent with my family, having brunch or me hosting the family gathering. Cooking up a storm. Fresh flowers on the table. My parents and brother and sister were there, my ex-husband. It was always a big family affair as it is in most families.

Well this year it fell on my ex-husbands weekend, and that meant I’d be spending the day alone. For various reasons my family is no longer part of mine or the kids lives, so what used to be a big joyous celebration, and a day I could call my own, became one of the loneliest on record.

It’s hard to describe what it felt like to wake up in a quiet house this morning.  But I’ll try; It sucked ass.

But the sun was out, and it was a gorgeous day in Seattle (a rare occasion), so I decided to try and make the best of it. I put on a sun dress and went to the beach with my book. I had lunch and a beer overlooking the crowned sand and sidewalk. Let the sun burn my shoulder’s. I walked along the surf surrounded by families of all shapes, sizes and ethnicity’s. Parents setting out picnics, kids playing in the sand. Father’s packing all the gear to and from the car. Families on bikes and roller-blades.

If I wasn’t the only women (mom) walking alone out there today it certainly felt that way. It was strange to go places and not have anyone say “Happy Mothers Day”, because how would they know I have kids? And if I do wouldn’t they be with me? Duh. It fucking sucked.

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A date with Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess)

I’m not trying to write a “poor me” post, so maybe only single parents should read it. Everyone else can get a free pass to skip it today. Because to everyone BUT a single parent I get how this all sounds. Sounds a bit like wha-whaaa. But if your in my camp, then I bet you get it. I bet you’ve had a day like this, and I bet at one point or another it made you want to cry. As I did when I drove home and Boys II Men “Song for Mama” came on the radio.

But alas six-o’clock finally rolled around and my twins ran across the parking lot into my arms, as I nearly squeezed them to death and fought back tears. When we got home Kanen practiced his pitching with me, and said I was a “pretty great catcher”, boya!  He gave be the most amazing book he’s been making the last month or so at school full of all the cool things we have done together, poems and drawings of us. Plus he grew me a pepper plant. How great is that?

This is what it looks like when Seattle comes out of hibernation.

Mira and Izzy are crazy compulsive cleaners who love nothing more then to surprise me, by cleaning stuff (they especially love bathrooms. Yes I realize they might be slightly weird and possibly OCD, but as long as it works in my favor I’m fine with it). So they set me up on the couch with a glass of ice water and my book and cleaned the whole house. No I’m not making this up. Swear to God, it’s a true story.

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Luckiest Mama ever.

So a day that I just wanted to be over as fast as possible, ended the best way it could; with my babies back asleep in their beds.  And me reminding myself that no matter if they are here or not, I’ll always be their Mama. Even though nine days out of ten I feel like I’m failing at this, and not enough for them, I am reminded that all it takes is endless amounts of love and a heart that is in the right place. And that is enough.

Happy Mothers Day to all the hard working, loving, patient, exhausted, devoted moms out there. Especially to those of you doing this alone; your doing a great job whether anyone sees it or not. You should be proud.  I’m proud of you.

 

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Things You Should Never Do In Hot Yoga

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Things you should NEVER do in hot yoga.
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  • Get a spray-tan two/three hours before. As evident by the orange outline on my white towel. Oh, and also the rivers of Ump-Lumpa sweat running off my body.
  • Use a “sweat” face-wiping-towel that sat in the washer for a week before being dried. Nothing like wiping your dripping face feeling like you need to puke, with something that smells like you just did.
  • Fart. 110 Degree heat, cramped sweaty quarters. Enough said.
  • Talk. You will be mentally stoned to death by everyone who’s pretending to be there for the meditation and not the tight ass.
  • Lay down, facing the wrong direction. You’ll fuck up everyone’s chi. Not a good look.
  • Leave the room! If you do, you might as well never come back. Just put a bag over your head and run for the parking lot. No one will look you in the eye again. Quitters are so weak.
  • Ask to have the heat lowered or the fans turned on. (reread #6, same rules apply).
  • Be late. Don’t bother walking in if the instructor is in the room, no one does that!
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Now go to Hot Yoga and get a firm ass, a clean mind and feel AMAZING like I do after every class!

Namaste’

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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