That "One" Decision
Often, I write about our afflictions and how they shape our lives, but I have also recently written about those “one” decisions that we make that set us on a new course— a course of empowerment over our own destinies.
These “one” decisions are often a result of a larger course correction of several decisions that keep narrowing our path towards where we need to be in our next chapter.
Is it our higher sense of self leading us? God? The universe? A guardian angel? Or is it just coincidence?
Whatever you may believe the end result is the same. We can make empowering decisions in our lives that forever change our course— shaping who we are, what we will become and sending a butterfly effect of change into the universe.
In one of my recent blog posts, I discussed how my “one” decision to call a personal trainer from a flyer placed me on a radically different path in life regarding my health, fitness, confidence, and so much more.
That one decision keeps playing out in my life in larger ways. It has placed me on a path of health with a new love of fitness (specifically running), it has altered my existence, my appearance, my mind, soul, my travel plans.
Now on this path, opportunities that weren’t visible before suddenly appear in my range of sight. Relationships develop.
This is where some of my readers might be sighing in frustration that this is another “running” blog, but hang on for just a moment more….
It’s not about running, fitness, weight loss, a new look, etc.
It is about empowerment.
It is about change. It is about all of the incredible dominoes that begin to fall in sync as we make just “one” bold decision.
We decided to move. Hating where we lived, destined (in our minds) to be expats again, we were dreadfully out of sync where we lived. Our restless souls needed so much more than the area could provide.
So we moved.
New friends were made. We joined a club nearby. The personal trainer flyer presented itself. I found a new me, a new life.
The path of the past is now so far away with so many past intersections of choice that we could never go back, even if that was our wish.
Enter today.
Today, I’m on the precipice of more decision making— more empowerment.
What one may see as several random choices, events, interactions; I see as a guide leading me down a narrowing path towards the next chapter I need to write.
And write about boobs, I will?
After taking another risk, largely involving in letting go of insecurities, doubt and feelings of inadequacy (is that not a theme or what?), this afternoon I sat down and discussed a new business opportunity.
I’ve blogged about my struggle with an outside identity from motherhood. When I ask myself, who am I, the answer of “mom” is often first. Before, woman, wife, runner, friend; I think of myself first as a mother. I am a mother 24/7 for the rest of my life. That is a fact, but does “mother” have to be my first identifier every hour of every day? Can I wear another hat, too?
Perhaps, I wake as “woman” or even more spiritual “a soul”. Perhaps, I am just there to be for a small moment before my eyes open. As the first child cries out, I am “mother”. As I make my husband his morning coffee, I am “wife”. Later in the morning, I am “runner” and perhaps I can even be “author” in the same day.
Woman, wife, mother, runner, author— it’s time to add another meaningful identifier to my life; to this chapter.
After all, I am the author to my own story— and a self-identified cliff jumper.
The free fall into this new opportunity probably began much longer ago than I realize, but one of the most difficult first steps was just picking up the phone to make an appointment.
In losing 50 pounds, I needed a new wardrobe— all layers from top-to-bottom. I wanted quality. I wanted to embrace this new person that I saw in the mirror yet hadn’t fully recognized or accepted. I wanted to feel good in what I wore. I wanted to exude confidence and own this new body of mine.
Still, when the stylist rang the door, my heart skipped a beat with anxiety. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a bra fitting, 50 pounds lighter or not. Overwhelmingly insecure, I knew I still needed well fitting undergarments for my changing body and disappearing boobs. I knew I needed a proper foundation to conquer my outfit, to conquer my day.
The experience was—- well, I don’t want to say “surprising” because that word seems unfair as if I shouldn’t have expected the stylist to be professional, knowledgeable and kind— yet, it was a surprising experience for me.
The stylist made me feel comfortable in a way that I didn’t think possible. She made me feel confident and beautiful. As I tried on bras that fit perfectly (because they were measured on this incredible 10-pt measuring system I had never before experienced), I could feel myself straighten in confidence with strength, empowerment, and beauty. I loved the feeling! It was addicting. I didn’t really want to take off the sample bra and return it as I awaited my own order fulfillment.
How can a bra change my demeanor and my outlook? Throughout affliction, I’ve had some dark days where circumstance striped my sense of self. I’ve been utterly lost. All confidence gone in who I was, what I could offer, what I looked like.
Would a great bra have changed any of my circumstances? No.
But there is symbolism in a great bra. It is not just the foundation for our outfit, but it can be the foundation for empowerment.
My new bras soon arrived in the post— much to my delight, I might add. They were soft, perfectly fitting, a little indulgence to anything I had previously done for myself. I soon moved out all of my ill fitting bras, and found myself feeling as if I was dressing in symbolic armor when I put on my Peach bra each day.
And that is why I decided to take this leap.
Those feelings of empowerment, beauty, confidence all stemming from a perfectly fit bra is something I desperately want to pass onto others. Never owning such a proper set of foundations before, I hadn’t realized their importance or the simple symbolism of a bra in where my day could go. It sounds ridiculous yet it has become so true in my own daily routine.
We can’t avoid our afflictions, but I am determined to armor women with a perfectly fitting bra and clothing so that in the very least we can all look and feel amazing as life throws us for another loop.
Life will change. Great days will follow bad days and vice versa. It’s the same adage that I always try to live by—- we can’t control the affliction but we can control how we feel about it and how we react. We can control our outlook and part of that outlook, I contend, is faking it until you make it.
We put on a smile, we focus on the positive (while editing out the negative), we mold our worst days into better ones with sheer stubbornness and willpower—— and, if you take this journey with me, a really amazingly soft and perfectly fit bra that armors you with confidence for the day while still allowing you to be YOU— a mom, a runner, an author, a wife, a friend, a business woman—- whomever you want to be— because you are still writing your new chapter as much as anyone.
Warmest regards,
Ariana Carruth (New) Peach Stylist
These “one” decisions are often a result of a larger course correction of several decisions that keep narrowing our path towards where we need to be in our next chapter.
Is it our higher sense of self leading us? God? The universe? A guardian angel? Or is it just coincidence?
Whatever you may believe the end result is the same. We can make empowering decisions in our lives that forever change our course— shaping who we are, what we will become and sending a butterfly effect of change into the universe.
In one of my recent blog posts, I discussed how my “one” decision to call a personal trainer from a flyer placed me on a radically different path in life regarding my health, fitness, confidence, and so much more.
That one decision keeps playing out in my life in larger ways. It has placed me on a path of health with a new love of fitness (specifically running), it has altered my existence, my appearance, my mind, soul, my travel plans.
Now on this path, opportunities that weren’t visible before suddenly appear in my range of sight. Relationships develop.
This is where some of my readers might be sighing in frustration that this is another “running” blog, but hang on for just a moment more….
It’s not about running, fitness, weight loss, a new look, etc.
It is about empowerment.
It is about change. It is about all of the incredible dominoes that begin to fall in sync as we make just “one” bold decision.
We decided to move. Hating where we lived, destined (in our minds) to be expats again, we were dreadfully out of sync where we lived. Our restless souls needed so much more than the area could provide.
So we moved.
New friends were made. We joined a club nearby. The personal trainer flyer presented itself. I found a new me, a new life.
The path of the past is now so far away with so many past intersections of choice that we could never go back, even if that was our wish.
Enter today.
Today, I’m on the precipice of more decision making— more empowerment.
What one may see as several random choices, events, interactions; I see as a guide leading me down a narrowing path towards the next chapter I need to write.
And write about boobs, I will?
After taking another risk, largely involving in letting go of insecurities, doubt and feelings of inadequacy (is that not a theme or what?), this afternoon I sat down and discussed a new business opportunity.
I’ve blogged about my struggle with an outside identity from motherhood. When I ask myself, who am I, the answer of “mom” is often first. Before, woman, wife, runner, friend; I think of myself first as a mother. I am a mother 24/7 for the rest of my life. That is a fact, but does “mother” have to be my first identifier every hour of every day? Can I wear another hat, too?
Perhaps, I wake as “woman” or even more spiritual “a soul”. Perhaps, I am just there to be for a small moment before my eyes open. As the first child cries out, I am “mother”. As I make my husband his morning coffee, I am “wife”. Later in the morning, I am “runner” and perhaps I can even be “author” in the same day.
Woman, wife, mother, runner, author— it’s time to add another meaningful identifier to my life; to this chapter.
After all, I am the author to my own story— and a self-identified cliff jumper.
The free fall into this new opportunity probably began much longer ago than I realize, but one of the most difficult first steps was just picking up the phone to make an appointment.
In losing 50 pounds, I needed a new wardrobe— all layers from top-to-bottom. I wanted quality. I wanted to embrace this new person that I saw in the mirror yet hadn’t fully recognized or accepted. I wanted to feel good in what I wore. I wanted to exude confidence and own this new body of mine.
Still, when the stylist rang the door, my heart skipped a beat with anxiety. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a bra fitting, 50 pounds lighter or not. Overwhelmingly insecure, I knew I still needed well fitting undergarments for my changing body and disappearing boobs. I knew I needed a proper foundation to conquer my outfit, to conquer my day.
The experience was—- well, I don’t want to say “surprising” because that word seems unfair as if I shouldn’t have expected the stylist to be professional, knowledgeable and kind— yet, it was a surprising experience for me.
The stylist made me feel comfortable in a way that I didn’t think possible. She made me feel confident and beautiful. As I tried on bras that fit perfectly (because they were measured on this incredible 10-pt measuring system I had never before experienced), I could feel myself straighten in confidence with strength, empowerment, and beauty. I loved the feeling! It was addicting. I didn’t really want to take off the sample bra and return it as I awaited my own order fulfillment.
How can a bra change my demeanor and my outlook? Throughout affliction, I’ve had some dark days where circumstance striped my sense of self. I’ve been utterly lost. All confidence gone in who I was, what I could offer, what I looked like.
Would a great bra have changed any of my circumstances? No.
But there is symbolism in a great bra. It is not just the foundation for our outfit, but it can be the foundation for empowerment.
My new bras soon arrived in the post— much to my delight, I might add. They were soft, perfectly fitting, a little indulgence to anything I had previously done for myself. I soon moved out all of my ill fitting bras, and found myself feeling as if I was dressing in symbolic armor when I put on my Peach bra each day.
And that is why I decided to take this leap.
Those feelings of empowerment, beauty, confidence all stemming from a perfectly fit bra is something I desperately want to pass onto others. Never owning such a proper set of foundations before, I hadn’t realized their importance or the simple symbolism of a bra in where my day could go. It sounds ridiculous yet it has become so true in my own daily routine.
We can’t avoid our afflictions, but I am determined to armor women with a perfectly fitting bra and clothing so that in the very least we can all look and feel amazing as life throws us for another loop. Life will change. Great days will follow bad days and vice versa. It’s the same adage that I always try to live by—- we can’t control the affliction but we can control how we feel about it and how we react. We can control our outlook and part of that outlook, I contend, is faking it until you make it.
We put on a smile, we focus on the positive (while editing out the negative), we mold our worst days into better ones with sheer stubbornness and willpower—— and, if you take this journey with me, a really amazingly soft and perfectly fit bra that armors you with confidence for the day while still allowing you to be YOU— a mom, a runner, an author, a wife, a friend, a business woman—- whomever you want to be— because you are still writing your new chapter as much as anyone.
Warmest regards,
Ariana Carruth (New) Peach Stylist
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