Do you believe a happy life is meant for others but not for you? Are you ready to shift energy and improve your life?
Our lives can be inundated with trials and pain. Somewhere in between our struggles we might lose hope for living a fulfilling, enjoyable life. You may have suffered from bullying, addiction, rejection or other forms of hurt that has left you feeling badly about yourself. We might believe that a happy life is meant for others but not for us.
It’s in the Little Things is a book about loving God, loving yourself, and loving others. Through personal experiences, stories are shared that can transform your life. Some stories are lighthearted and others are more emotional and deep. Most have messages of how to appreciate seemingly insignificant events in life and how to take small steps to improve your circumstances. These little things can have a profound impact on your life. This book is designed to inspire, uplift and guide you toward a life you love.
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Gayle Suzanne is a Certified Professional Coach and Energy Leadership Index Master Practitioner (CPC, ELI-MP), workshop facilitator and speaker. She has a deep desire to help those with self-esteem issues and those who have dealt with rejection, bullying or emotional abuse. Gayle has a passion to empower and inspire people to see their gifts and talents and the beauty within. She has been described as compassionate, humorous, insightful and intuitive. She is a mother, wife and step-mother and lives in Charlton, Mass. She is a member of International Coaching Federation, New England Chapter.
Guest Post by Gayle Suzanne
I am entering my 50th year. My body is starting to show signs of aging. I’ve had my share of aches and pains – jolting me into the reality that I’m not 20 years old anymore. I now enjoy Sunday afternoon naps. I prefer staying in on a Saturday night snug in my jammies by 7pm. Appears that the tiny little lines near my eyes have settled in for the long haul, even though I’ve desperately tried to remove them with expensive cream. The fact that I’ll have to go to my hairdresser every 6 weeks for the rest of my life to cover up the one inch gray halo that outlines the edge my face… and now I realize that my eyebrows need a color boost too (I tried plucking out all the gray but realize that if I continue I’d soon be eyebrowless…) Things that were once perky are now droopy. My once taut neck resembles something served at Thanksgiving dinner. I’ve had to accept that I just don’t remember much anymore. Sometimes I look at a piece of celery and can’t remember what it is. The memory loss comes and goes. This is my daughter’s pet peeve with me – she will tell me something 5 times and it just doesn’t register. It’s not that I am intentionally forgetting, it’s like my brain is too full. Then I’ll repeat the same thing 5 times in a row. We’ll find the cell phone in the fridge or the car keys in the silverware drawer. My vision is not great – one eye near sighted, the other far sighted. I can’t hear much now either. I mis-hear lots of stuff too. Lyrics to songs – forget it. For years I sang the song In My Midnight Confession as Immaculate Conception! I now appreciate Easy Spirit and Clark footwear. My most recent sign of aging – if I laugh too hard sometimes I lose control and a piddle a little. Ugh.
Yet in my heart I still feel as young and crazy as I did in college. For over thirty years my college roommates and I have gone to Cape Cod for girls weekend. We are silly, zany and nuts – we crack up and love life. We basically revert back to giddy teenagers (well, I do anyway). We jump in bed with each other on Sunday morning, making goofs and tease and taunt. It’s harmless fun – we go out to dinner and playfully fight for the front seat (well, I do anyway) come home, have a drinky poo, crank up the stereo and dance in the living room. Last time the song Maniac from Flashdance blasted on the radio and we pulled out a portable potty and did the Chair Dance on it (well, I did anyway). Last year I took a trip to Florida with my roommate. Her condo happens to be right up the street from a former teen heartthrob – so what would a mature almost 50 year old woman do? You got it – we belted out “I Think I Love You” outside his house at 2 am. Wonder why he didn’t come out and take a picture with us? So, the next day we went back to his gated home and my friend (who I might add is 1 year and 2 months older than me) proceeded to dig through his garbage to find a souvenier for us to take home. She came up empty handed as her search was cut short when a police car rounded the corner. She literally had 3 seconds to run back to the car and shift into gear. I didn’t witness the whole scene because I was scrunched down beneath the dashboard. I do have my pride you know.
So even though my neck might wiggle a bit, I know at heart I’m young and fun and vibrant and free and certainly not feeling that I’ve been around for as long as I have.
Age really is just a number.
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Excerpt from It’s in The Little Things
The “Cool Crowd”
It is interesting to think about the whole concept of the “cool kids.” The ones I grew
up with picked on and humiliated some of the nicest kids I knew. Marie was picked on all through Junior High also. She was sweet, smart, kind, silly, and interesting. Her parents were strict and she was sheltered and shy. She minded her own business every day on the bus and during school, yet she was tortured every day. Some days watching her being tortured by other kids took the focus away from me and I felt relief because at least one person was picked on more than me. I always felt guilty about that, but she was my wall of safety. I remember one day we were on the bus on the way home from school and her stop was the street before mine. She was in front of me waiting to get off and the bus stopped short. She lost her footing and fell down the steps and her butt was stuck in between the door and the first step. Everyone behind me on the bus roared with laughter. That happened forty years ago and I still remember her face– the embarrassment, the shame, the humiliation. I still remember the vicious laughter surrounding her.
I’ve thought about that incident many times over the years. That fall could have happened to anyone standing in that spot. The cheerleader, the football quarterback, the pot head, the pageant queen. It was so unfortunate that it happened to Marie. I think of people that have been picked on and their lives may have been molded by the abuse they suffered. The image I had of myself was molded by others. I felt worthless, damaged and no good.
In more recent times, I recall an occasion when I was at a school sporting event. I was sitting alone on the field. Down the field there was a group of five women who usually sat together and always seemed like they were having a good time. I usually sat by myself or with another friend, yet I would say hi to the group of women as I walked by. This particular day my friend was not at the game so I sat near the other women and initiated a conversation. I tried to make small talk for a few minutes but did not get a warm response. I honestly felt like I was back in Junior High School. Their coolness implied that I was not good enough to be in their company. I was forty-one-years-old. I thought it was ridiculous. I felt slightly rejected and a small pang of hurt rushed through my body. I stayed where I was and did not continue in conversation. I sat quietly and watched the game. Then one of the mothers started saying negative comments about one of the kids on the field. As she rolled her eyes, she said in a rude and disgusted manner that the young girl was not running fast enough and should not be playing that position at all.
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