WORDS ON TAP – A New Adventure Begins

writingSometimes, we must take a moment to figure out if what you are doing in this life aligns with what you want for this life. That moment for me has been these last few months. While my blog has been quiet, the ideas and the planning have been ongoing. There is so much I want to do that sometimes I overwhelm myself and I get burnt out. Before that happened with writing (again) I decided to take a break to decide what it was I was trying to accomplish. I am deeply grateful to those who have kept the FB Happiness Page going as I figured some stuff out. I love seeing the posts from everyone. They’re beautiful reminders for myself that the simplest words, in quotes, articles, sayings and even memes, can connect with people in ways you never imagined, which leads me to the meaning behind this post.

In taking that moment and contemplating my next steps, I realized that there was one underlying theme in this first half of the year. So far it has been filled with “firsts”. First trip to Alabama and Tennessee, first time eating crab claws, first Spartan race, first marathon relay, first kid graduating high school, first time walking a college campus with my daughter, first time to a chiropractor, first time experiencing goat yoga (this is Sunday), first time to a Writers Conference (this is Saturday)(busy weekend lol), and first time I’ve actually taken writing seriously. Understanding this theme and what it meant for me to step outside my comfort zone and how it worked into my next adventure, I realized that there are no coincidences, and we can learn from each of our “firsts”. That being said, I’ve decided to embark on another first. First time business owner.

As I was reminded by others, words are powerful, and while words come easy for me, WOT wordsthat is not always the case for everyone. I have known many people who have the passion and the heart, but just can’t find the words, and I want to help, which is how Words on Tap was born. A freelance writing service and a future platform for words from around the Region, my hope for this business is to bring awareness to a silent art, and help you find the words and showcase exactly who you are, and what you or your business are about.

Presently you can find my information on my Facebook Page “Words on Tap”, Instagram “wordsontapwriting,” and Twitter “@WOTwriting”, as my website is under construction. Check it out, and I hope if you ever get stuck with not knowing what to say or how to say it, you look me up, I’m happy to help you find the “write” words.

Much Love,

Lisa J.

P.S. I still intend to post here as often as time allows me, so stay tuned, as my mission is and always has been to spread as much positive love as I can in this world, and this platform is where I started and the place I will always return to. ❤

Dream It, and Then Just Do It

 

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I was reminded today that if you want something you just have to go for it. It’s easy to sit and dream away the pounds, spend the money you will earn from all the success you are planning, hear the accolades in your head from those who are inspired by your work, imagine how your book will smell when you flip the pages, how the cover will emulate the amazing words on the inside, what kind of author picture you will take and how it will look sitting in the Barnes and Nobles….sorry, got distracted by my fantasy 😊

It’s important to dream, we need to dream, small, big, feasible and even what some may call impossible.  Dreaming fuels us, it’s exciting, it drives us outside of our comfort zone toward where we are meant to be, but many times this is where we stay, in dreamland. We know what we have to do, we know that in order to run a marathon we must train, and yet as we dream of the finish line, the early mornings, the long miles and the sacrifices are just not as glamorous as the medal. We know that in order to have a successful business, we must build it from nothing, and it takes time, effort, blood, sweat and tears, and in order to publish a book, you must write one. We know this, and yet we sit in dreamland, frustrated our dream hasn’t happened yet and wondering why.

You may have figured out by now, this is really my personal pep talk. I need to replace all the we’s with I’s, but I feel better about myself if I’m not the only one getting lectured 😉The frustration I have for myself can sometimes be overwhelming because every time I think I’ve defeated that pesky fear, it shows up as procrastination, social media, Netflix binges, social media, cleaning out and organizing closets that have never bothered me until the moment I sit down to write, and social media. Man, I really need social media anonymous. Its just so easy to fall into the blackhole of pointless thought, cute dogs and funny cats. It’s like a vacation for the mind, but it can be so difficult to reign it in.

Fear masks itself in many tricky ways, but the worst is when it appears in its true form, and whispers, “you’re not good enough”.  However, this post is my reminder, that the last time I looked fear in the face for the lie it really is, I wrote my first children’s book cover to cover 13k words in 10 days. I just did it and it felt amazing.  

So today, after getting into the ring with fear once again I am reminding myself of that moment, and how I squeezed my dream tight, let it go and then chased it until it was mine.  Our dreams are ours, in our hearts, on so many personal levels for so many reasons, but until we make up our minds to share it, that’s exactly where it will stay, but the moment we let go and begin to chase it, the more likely that dream will become our reality.

Keep dreaming, and just go for it!

Much Love,

Lisa J

Happy New…Wait, What Year Is It?

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So, I told this story to a friend today and we laughed and laughed and then she insisted I blog about it so I listened, because she’s brilliant. 😊  While the following is quite entertaining and ridiculous at the same time, I also believe it’s a testament of my age and the fact that the New Year’s celebrations each year are pretty much the same…lots of people, lots of alcohol, lots of dancing, lots of confetti, some awkward moments…I may be sleeping, I’m probably sleeping, oh, I’m sleeping… and the ball drops.

This year, like several before, we decided to play it safe, light a fire in the fireplace, chill a bottle of champagne for ourselves and white grape juice for the kids and have a relaxing night in the comfort of our home. Don’t yawn yet, we did add a little excitement and play some 2000s Trivial Pursuit. To others, this may sound lame, you may even call me old, but to me, this is the perfect night, hanging out in my pjs, drinking some beers and getting my butt handed to me in a board game.

During our night of debauchery, like every New Year’s Eve we at least like to watch the live broadcast of the countdown. However, Trivial Pursuit was intense and I lost track of time, so at about 11:30 I scrolled through YouTube, because we only have the fire stick because cable is highway robbery, looking for the live broadcast, found it, clicked it and continued our question and answer battle, commenting on the different New Year’s hosts and venues of the evening.

About 20 minutes later my daughter, laughing out loud, somewhat obnoxiously, says, “Mom, why do they keep saying 2018, are you watching the last years New Year’s parties?”

Of course, my initial reaction was “No don’t be ridiculous, I purposely and consciously made sure I clicked the current live broadcast…” long pause…

“Oh, this is last year’s”.

Yep for the last 25 minutes of 2018 we were watching the last 25 minutes of 2017.

Thankfully we caught it about 5 minutes before midnight, while if we tuned in sooner, we would have watched the exact same ball drop in New York for the second time this year, we did catch Chicago ringing in 2019.

Once again, Happy New Year and may it be filled with so much laughter (and intense board games) you only see the sunshine and not the rain.

Much Love,

Lisa J.

Talking Myself Out of the Dark

This time of the year is a struggle for me to continue to write, and while this post is not the norm for me it is real and honest. Unlike my past attempted blogs, I refuse to quit this one even in these moments. Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are, never give up on your dreams and never be silenced.

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I stood outside tonight in the cold and looked up at the dark sky, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed it, the crisp air was cleansing and a reminder that I was alive inside, even though there are some days it feels questionable. Like many of those who suffer from anxiety and depression, the winter months are toughest for me. Once the sun starts to rise late and set early the unrelenting grip of that dark place takes hold of me and at times feels like it will never let go.

When this happens the many things I love about life fade into the background as I don’t allow myself to experience them while I sit in my cloud not able to even get off the couch. The TV becomes my best friend and I pick fights with my loved ones because it just feels good to be angry. I hate this part of me, I loathe the idea that I can get to this place even as I practice positivity, gratitude, meditation, prayer, kindness, love, forgiveness and all the self-care tips in all the self-help books. It’s frustrating and sad and just makes me more depressed thinking about it. What I’ve come to understand over the years is that anxiety and depression are deceitful and tricky and oh so very real. Even at your highest and most balanced, even when you feel on top of the world, they are lying in wait for you to drop your guard and the moment you do, out of what feels like nowhere, the dark, cold current rushes over you.

My mind swirls attempting to make sense of it, and for a very long time I didn’t like to talk about it. If I did, I would be admitting that I can go down this road, and that the energetic, excitable, talk-too-much personality that I adore can be masked by the grim sadness I try to ignore. It felt hypocritical, scary and embarrassing. It was like my dirty little secret and the moment I admitted this happens to me would be the moment I am outed as a fraud or a liar, a fake happy person.

However, I have learned that when I acknowledge I’m in this state, while the energy to even care may not be there quite yet, the sooner I begin to see the light. In the past, I would lay stale in this mindset for weeks, I would wallow in the darkness hating it and loving it at the same time, but lately, I am learning through this beautiful writing/blogging community and through the self-care practices that I have established in my every day life, that the more I am truly honest with how I am feeling the easier it is to get back to being the best version of me.

The whole truth was a difficult road to journey down, as it meant I had to acknowledge that with light there comes dark, even inside of me. We are not perfect, we are not meant to be, and the sooner we stop shaming those who suffer, accept the imperfection in each other and start supporting and celebrating every part of us, the more peace we will have. In the meantime, I will continue both my internal and external conversations of the whole truth about what makes me me, and continue to talk myself out of the dark.

Wishing you all love and light.

Much Love,

Lisa J.

Write for You

Creating is an outlet for emotions unspoken, passion untapped, or stories untold.

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Why do I write? Why do I spend countless hours spinning words and sentences into paragraphs attempting to make sense of whatever moment or idea has struck me that day? Why is it so important for me to express myself in a way I have never been able to do out loud to others or even to myself? Why is it when I unleash the pages of my truth do I feel fifty pounds lighter and as if I can conquer the world?

You ask any writer, musician, poet or artist for that matter why they do what they do, you will find that although each individual answer may sound different at the jump, as you peel back the layers, the foundation is usually the same. Creating is an outlet for emotions unspoken, passion untapped, or stories untold. It is a path to express oneself in a way that some may not be able to otherwise. Whether the reason stems from challenges to heartache or from excitement to success, the art of expressing oneself, in whatever manner it may be, is therapy for the soul.

For me, I write for me, it helps me to discover the truth about who I am and why I am here. I write words that sometimes are difficult to spell out and even more difficult to read; I write from a place that only I know is there until that moment my fingers dance across the keyboard; I write because the more I do, the more free I feel; and, I write for you, because even if it’s just one twisted tale or deep emotion shared, and a connection made, it is one less person believing they are alone in this journey of life.

There is no doubt I, along with my writing, has matured and shifted over the years, and while practice has helped, it is not where I place all the credit. In my growing up as a person and as a writer, I have found that the words are stronger and the meaning behind them deeper when they are honest, raw and real. I have learned this honesty by facing fears I didn’t even realize I had, extinguishing lies I have been telling myself, taking responsibility not for those around me, but for myself, and learning patience not just with others, but with me, and I have also found the more words I put out into the world (much like love, laughter, and kindness), the more I get back.

For me, writing is cleansing, challenging and can take me to places inside my head and my heart I never thought I would go, but has helped me carve my path to the real truth that lies within. Whatever your reason for creating, in whatever form that fits you best, do it for you. Write for you, paint for you, sing for you, and do it with raw honesty, that type of honesty that can be more difficult for you to admit than it is for people to hear. The fact is, the more honest you are with yourself, the more those around you will connect with your truth and the more you will realize you are not alone.

Much Love,

Lisa J

Why Not You?

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Believing in yourself, your mission and your heart is not just a meme we find on social media, but the real deal, and once you commit to those beliefs, you can achieve more than think you can ~ Lisa J. 

I had a different post in mind just a few minutes ago, but it’s funny how our paths sometime lead us in a way we don’t even realize. As you may already know, I have started a pretty exciting journey in the world of writing, specifically children’s books. This along with my subject of today, was something I never expected to step into, and while that is a story in itself, it is not the reason behind this post. This post is actually about how sometimes, even when we are confident in our walk, we tend to get distracted by the outside world that, at times, begs the question…Why Me? 

This question can rear it’s ugly head in various chapters of our lives, especially during the hard times. We find ourselves asking out loud or in a whisper to our higher power, the universe as a whole or whoever will listen, Why Me? I won’t lie, I have had this question weigh on my heart many times, and in those thoughts the emotions that overtake me consist of mostly anger, the feelings of unjustness, and the repetitive notion that I need an answer.

Unfortunately, even in these low moments, the moments that can break us, the moments that can make us question our faith, our love and even contemplate the reasons behind it all, what we don’t realize, the answer to Why Me is always Why Not? 

It feels so harsh, but it’s true, and while maybe I will post more elaborately about this side of things, the above serves as more of an introduction to a more positive point, give me just two more minutes…If this is true for all the times we feel we get the short of the stick, doesn’t that mean it can be flipped to answer the same question in a different context? The answer…Why Not?

That’s where I was tonight. I had typed in a title for a different post altogether when I got distracted (which happens often, ;)) and I found myself engrossed in yet another publisher’s website reading submission guidelines word for word and paging through the bios of author after author. Suddenly I felt myself slipping into that same mentality, “Look at all these crazy talented writers, they’ve been doing this forever, that’s not me, Why would they choose Me?” 

I know I’m not alone with these thoughts. Have you ever seen a successful person, or a person doing exactly what you’ve only dreamed about doing, and think to yourself, “Wow, how nice for them, I’ll never see that kind of success, why would I ever think that could be me?” Don’t be shy, you can nod, it’s ok, we all do it. It’s self-doubt, or this insane idea that successful, in every definition of success, people are superhuman not of this earth. What we don’t realize is that the answer is always the same…WHY NOT? 

If you really want to dive deep into this subject, I can go on and on about how we may not always be a direct cause for the negative or positive in our lives, but we are absolute contributors, that is not why I write this post. My point and my message to not just you, but to myself, is if we can ask ourselves the question, Why Me, why can’t the answer be the same for both scenarios. WHY NOT? 

So next time you catch yourself daydreaming about that dream job, that mountain to climb, creating every day, loving, laughing, enjoying life to the fullest in whatever way is the most true for you, and you start to ask yourself , Why Me? Before you spiral into the ocean of self pity and excuses, respond with the only answer that can set you free from the envy and the anger…WHY NOT? The catch however, is once you answer this question within your heart, the true test is what you do next.

Why Me? Why You? Well, because Why Not? is only the first statement to the story of your dreams and when you believe it in you, what you once thought was impossible becomes more possible than you could have ever imagined. 

Much Love, 

Lisa J.

Side note example: After I started this post I read an article about how a 25 year old became the first Asian Indiana State Representative when the odds were stacked against him. Why him? Well, Why Not! Believing in yourself, your mission and your heart is not just a meme we find on social media, but the real deal, and once you commit to those beliefs, you can achieve more than think you can 🙂