Pushing through the barrier

I’ve always gone after what I want but I there has always been a part of me that “thinks” I’m unworthy of all of the glories within the world.
So today I’m starting a new experience in which I need to ask for what I’m worth. Which is one thing thst I have feared to do in the past.
Speaking with my mentor this morning she helped me put a few things into perspective for me on this journey of life. YES I still talk with mentors it’s great to be able to check in to where you are at. And today was no different than usual she told me just to remember to keep being in this present moment.
As I giggled to myself, this information is the same advice that I give to my clients.
So back to the point of this post when you come up against something that brings you fear push through that feeling and give it a go. I’m not saying put yourself into a dangerous position I’m saying give sky jumping a go or, if you want your dream job call them and ask if there’s any positions available,  or put your heart out tgere and gell the person you like how you feel about them.
You never know you may have just found the one thing that truely brings you external happiness.

Teaching of my cat

My furry babiesIn society you are either a cat person or a dog person but me I’m just an animal person. I have both a dog ‘Kiera’ and a cat ‘Monty’ and they have grown up together and are about to turn eight. This story today is about what I have learnt over the years especially from Monty and the others cats that have touched my life.
Over my years on this planet I’ve had a few pets and they all have definitely had their own personalities which have suited where I’ve been within my journey. Some have been very cuddly, some have been crazy and iritic and there was one who liked to play with a goanna – yes I said a goanna. I would see my cat jumping and this 2 & 1/2 metre long goanna getting on it’s hind legs, I think the goanna was only playing to cause he never caught the cat. That cat was called G.U.S. (Got Up-to Something) he was pretty naughty and unfortunately ended up getting squashed because he liked to also play on the road.
So today I thought that I’d share how I’m feeling very blessed to have had them all in my life, especially focusing on Monty.

Monty was 18 weeks old when we went to the RSPCA to get a birthday present for me, we already had Kiera but I wanted a cat too. So the whole family were there Mark, Wills (Step-son), Amber (step-daughter) and myself. We had decided that we would pick the best ones then make a decision. The girls were chasing the little black cats around, I have always loved black cats and Amber ended up with a lovely scratch down her chest from playing with one. Then I looked at Mark who was holding this lovely little tabby who was so content in his arms and said “If we are getting a cat it’s going to be this one” so the decision was made. We then did all of the paperwork and then bought him home. Kiera was really great with him and the whole family was so happy things seemed complete.

On the Monday I was off to school and had shut Monty in the bathroom as he was still getting to know his way through the house and didn’t want any toilet surprizes when I came home. He had a cone collar on his head because when they de-sexed him they had to put a stitch in and they didn’t want it to come open. When I came home he was limping and so I rang the RSPCA and asked if I could bring him in to be looked at after telling them what had happened and the lady on the other end of the line said his leg might need to be taken off. My world just went from complete to complete failure. I rang my husband in hysterics and finally he was home and we took the poor little thing to get checked up. Turns out he just jarred his leg and needed it to be strapped. Sigh………. Breathe……… Life’s now complete again and went on as normal.

About two years later we moved from that home in Box Hill (VIC – AUST)  into a place in Brunswick (VIC – AUST) before we moved to Sydney. Now Monty was always an adventurous cat and snuck past my husbands legs and go out. 1 day, 2 days, 3 days went by and even though I was still call his name from the back door cause I could tell he was still alive he just wasn’t coming back. 12 days later Mark called me to say that he had been found between two buildings and they are getting him out. When they put him in my arms all the little bugger could do is bit my chin as if to say I could hear you why didn’t you get me before now?

This has shown me resilience, strength, courage, and love.

Since that day he still likes to adventure but he always seems to come home.

When it comes to being affectionate both Mark and Monty will only give me cuddles when I’m not being needy. This use to bug me but now it has made me a lot stronger with my love for myself. Monty very rarely comes and sits on my lap but will go to Mark. I suppose they have had a bond from the start when Mark first picked him up. I find that Monty really likes being around me when I am truly centred, present and loving me. They are great moments and wouldn’t change him or them for the world.