So I started this bloggish thing last week with my intent to have a "Mindful Monday" post and a "Get Wise" Wednesday post. Well in true mom fashion I put my activities last and didn't begin to write until last night (Monday) at 9pm. Completely exhausted and ready to call it a night but I figured what the heck I'll just pour a tiny "Nic-a-rita" and get down to business.

The exact second I went to set my glass down next to the computer I thought I had one of my dreaded trigger signs come on. These are cues that let me know a CVS attack is about to happen (if you haven't heard me talk about CVS before then just know it's a super sexy, rare disorder that I have that makes me not able to stop painfully bowing to the "Porcelain God" for hours or even days). This stopped me dead in my tracks because I've been on a roll without having an episode in months.

I immediately caught my thoughts in mid jump as they were just about to get to the land of negativity and hopeless victim. In an effort to turn my mind around I started in with my EFT Tapping then came back to my meditative breath. A few minutes later without having taken one sip of my drink I went over to the sink and poured it out.

Why?

What I previously failed to mention is that I'm currently doing an experiment with my nutrition and eating schedule to see if I can help heal my body from CVS (I'll share more about this with you in the coming weeks but for now just know that it's focused on repairing my mitochondria with a high fat “diet.”). Well I had just got home from teaching a heart pounding spin class and instead of eating a normal meal I figured I'd just have a couple of these "fat bombs" (once again super sexy, I know) and call it good. Brilliant! So when I was slapped across the face with what I thought was a trigger, nothing else needed to happen. I knew I was pushing the limits of my nutrition experiment so bye, bye drink.

Once I calmed down after worrying that an episode was about to begin, I told myself that it was just a sign. A sign to wake-up. A sign telling me that it's one thing to be mentally committed to my plan, but ultimately, if I'm not present enough to realize that my actions don't align then there's no point in even trying.

All of this happened in about five minutes time. I quickly shifted my attention back to this post I was suppose to write. I got so focused on making this happen because it was Monday Night (darn it!) and I was going to stick to my schedule and get this done.

While I did write something, I just couldn't post it.

I finally sat back and wondered why was I putting this added stress on myself? Here I just thought I had this trigger but the norm to just go, go, go diminished it all. I knew that nothing would happen if I didn't get my post up but we put these heavy expectations on ourselves to do everything.

It was then that I realized my fist post, 1-2-3 Maui...Get Present, came back to teach me a lesson once again. I needed to get present right there at 11:19pm. In that moment the topic I was writing about didn't matter. What mattered was that I was ok.

So often I search for signs to guide me and last night I had one. I finally had a sign and it was clear. It literally stopped me in my tracks but I was so quick to brush it off that I didn't even appreciate it. It made me think about how many times each day are we given signs but we don't even take the time to open our eyes/ears/hearts to receive them. So in a "1-2-3 Maui" instant, I came back.

Life will still go on even if your daily to-do list isn’t complete. In fact, I think sometimes something good can come from it. I may not have finished my post on time but maybe this was all meant to be. Maybe, just maybe, this was the real message that I was meant to write this Mindful Monday.

So the question is, are you stopping to truly listen and be open to the signs coming up for you in your life?