Who Is Your Tribe?

Who are your people? Who do you surround yourself with? Are these people lifting you up, encouraging you?

Your tribe is important. Who you spend time with, who you allow into take up space in your life is critical to where you are headed. If you have goals and dreams, you better have light-givers, encouragers, destiny-builders in your circle. There has to be someone in your world who believes in all you are capable of, someone who sees all the potential inside you.You have a choice. The people in your life will either build you up or tear you down. You can’t force them to do either; what you do have control of is who you allow in.

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Let’s choose our tribes carefully. I’m trying to surround myself with people who pray, love, and bring light into my life and into the lives of everyone around them. People who challenge me to be better, who are challenging themselves as well. I love friends who make me think deeply, laugh uncontrollably, strive greatly. I’m also trying to be that for them. 

Who is with you? 

Who is not? 

To reach your God-given destiny, you need your people to be on your team. Look around: if you’re successful are they clapping? If you fail are they offering a hand up? If the answer is no to either, maybe it’s time to re-evaluate who is in your tribe-

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©Copyright Meredith Shafer 2016. Swing by Instagram and Twitter to say hi!

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Coffee… Oh How I ❤️ You

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My new coffee mug and spoon (the spoon😂😂😂) from two of my long-time voice students–perfection! They know me so well.

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Have a blessed day friends, and be sure to caffeinate!

©Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015. Swing by Instgram and Twitter to say hi! 

Imaginary Friends

I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before (remember I have four kids so my memory is shot! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it) but my now four year old daughter has had an imaginary friend for some time now.

Like, about a year and a half.

And his name is Jake. From State Farm. 

Sidebar: For those of you out of the US, I’m not sure if you have State Farm insurance available but let’s just say this marketing campaign was very successful at out house.)

So the four year old talks to him and about him. He’s been a fairly integral part of our world until lately.

The sentence, “If Jake from State Farm isn’t here in thirty seconds I’m leaving without him!” has actually escaped from my lips.

And then she turned four.

I don’t know if she’s just growing up or if she doesn’t need her security blanket of a pretend friend as much anymore, but she’s letting go of Jake from State Farm.

I asked her if they were still friends and she said yes, except he’s being a butt. 

Maybe this is her way of growing up just a little more right before my very eyes.

I’m so not ready for that. 

(Playing with an actual human, her baby brother. Photo credit Meredith Shafer 2015)

©Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015 

Homecoming

Yesterday was pretty great. And a little surreal. I went to a book signing for My Pink Champagne Life (available here) in my hometown. And I finally felt authorish.

Holding my finished book in my hand for the first time was so cool. Making the first sale to a long time friend was amazing. Showing my parents that my weird artsy fartsy lifestyle wasn’t in vain was freaking awesome. But if I’m honest with myself, I haven’t felt too much like an author.

I still have my day job. I’m still trying to find time to write this blog with four kids underfoot, much less work on my next project. My kids, frankly, aren’t terribly impressed with Mama’s book since they write books all the time. My three year old showed me her book and said I should write a better book like hers because it had pictures in it. She may be onto something.

I grew up in the middle of farm country. Where, if you drive thirty seconds any direction out of town you would be surrounded by wheat fields. The town itself has two stop lights and sports still reign supreme. It was tiny by any standards but when I lived there, it was my whole world. I didn’t need anything beyond its borders. My friends, my family and everything I loved was contained within its small radius.

On my drive back this weekend, the memories came flooding back. Every turn reminded me of some moment from my past. And then I had the sudden epiphany that I had only lived in my hometown for six years. 

Six years?

Why did I still consider it my hometown? I’ve lived other places much longer. It dawned on me that from sixth grade through when I graduated high school were some of my best, hard, wonderful, life-shaping years. And the town I called home was instrumental in shaping me. 

From the moment my family moved there, the town embraced us and adopted us as ones of theirs. Even though we were new. Outsiders. And even though my parents were so embarrassing to me at the time.

There were a whole bunch of people who kept an eye out for me and my siblings. I knew if I got in trouble somewhere in town my parents would know before I rode my bike home. My friends’ parents were authorized to treat me like their kids: put me to work, feed me, ground me, expect me to do my best.

It’s hard to believe six years could make such a difference. But they did. They kept me safe. They broke my heart. They made me try new things. They made me grow and change and start on a path that has led me here. And through the good and bad and ridiculous (judging by the way we wore our bangs back in the day), they planted the seed of the idea that one day I might write a book.

So I went to my hometown for a book signing where former teachers and classmates and friends stopped by, let me hug their necks, and caught me up on their lives. And they bought my book. And asked for my signature.

And said they were proud of me.

Six years. In the scope of my life it’s not much, but in some ways it was everything.

Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015

Cornucopia of Thoughts from Today

Missing the Bigs-my two oldest boys from a previous marriage. They’re at their dad’s this week for spring break and I. Hate. That. Hard to share and be away from my babies. This Mama really likes all her chicks to be in the nest. Wonder if they’ll let me move in with them when they go off to college.

My first book store book signing event was today…and I forgot pens! Rookie mistake. But it was cool to be in my favorite local independent book store where My Pink Champagne Life is now for sale (along with online booksellers like http://www.amazon.com and http://www.barnesandnoble.com). It was the second time I’ve felt like a real author. The first was when I held my published book in my hands for the first time. Cra-azy!

Mr. Wonderful went waaaaaaay above and beyond his comfort zone to bring the Littles to the event-no easy task for anyone, much less a guy with PTSD who isn’t crazy about crowds or narrow spaces or people loudness. It made my day!

 

(Mr. Wonderful making the rounds, even with the stroller.) 

Enjoyed catching up with old friends. There is something very special about spending time with either 1) someone you’ve known for a long time or 2) someone you’ve watched grow into an adult. The former is great because they know all your secrets and still love you, even if you haven’t seen each other for awhile. The latter is fun because you get to see how someone turned out and when they’re awesome it makes your heart smile.

Went for pizza at our fave spot-all I can say is bacon wrapped cheese filled jalapeños are a-MAH-zing!

Today was a pretty good day. It felt like confirmation that I’m headed the right way.

Finally.

 

(Photo credits Meredith Shafer 2015) Would you look at all those gorgeous books? I want to live here!

Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015