Why I started Blogging:

The only thing constant in life is change and when I started this blog three years ago, that’s exactly what I wanted to capture: how things in my life were changing. This personal blog started with me standing up to anxiety and tracking how my learnings were helping me further develop into a wiser, less-anxious person. As things naturally changed, I changed. I became mentally stronger and mentally healthier. I finally started to find my groove and became open to all of the possibilities of enjoying life as a result of being brave. Sure, many things in life cause fear and I am fearful of many things; but, when you’re brave, you recognize that you’re afraid and you do it anyway. THAT was what started to help me on my journey.

So imagine all of the amazing things that happened when I started to take care of myself and my mental health? I had new opportunities to travel and collaborate with tourism boards & properties across the U.S., meet new people and build great friendships, be a part of experiences that I didn’t even realize were possible (I’m looking at you 13 New York Fashion Week shows along with the insane beauty-pampering events that revolved around them), getting more into photography (I am a huge iPhoneographer) and getting the balls to finally stand up for myself and speak up for what I wanted in my corporate job. For all of these things and so, so much more, I am forever grateful. They all allowed me to go on some amazing adventures that I didn’t even think were ever possible, while learning some lessons that I needed to learn.

Why I stopped Blogging:

And then one day, my wonderful husband contacted me about an event; it was an event that changed my life and one that I will forever be thankful for. I attended a Tony Robbins event that made me question my role here on earth. It was quite the experience– a very positive one, I should mention– but one that unearthed so many questions. That post (that describes my experience even deeper) is coming within the next 2 weeks and I cannot wait to share it, as if you ever get the chance to attend it, I HIGHLY urge and recommend you to. Yes, that life-changing. But, along with this beautiful event, came roughly 6 months of heavy self-reflection and soul-searching. I knew that I needed to step back from blogging because, at that point in my life, nothing was really calling me to post things. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love fashion, travel and everything in between; however, I felt like some of the things I was doing was just on auto-pilot, with not much intention– I was just doing. And, listen, doing is fantastic! It means movement. But there needs to be a conscious doing. There needs to be a reason why you are doing something and you need to be in that action, be in that moment at 100% attention.  I enjoyed seeing everyone else post and blog away, but I was left not so certain. I, suddenly, wasn’t feeling the same way. So I stopped, because why force things if they weren’t there? I was questioning everything. How could I, so confused and not super passionate about what I was producing, possibly share any clarity on any specific subject matter?

I needed the time for me. And as selfish as that may sound, I’m not sorry because it allowed me to really think about life, re-evaluate my efforts, be a student, observe, relax (in the sense of putting less pressure on myself) and be more in the ‘present’ with family & close friends. All of this made me think about who I was, where I was going and what I wanted to offer. It was a beautiful experience as I got to take my own ‘pause’ and give myself the attention that I so needed. No pressure, just loving me, myself and I. And guess what? I learned so much!! Friends, from this point forward, get ready, because I’ve thought and thought and though, and I’m ready to bring you all some even more awesome, exciting, and inspiring posts than what you’ve seen on here before– fully intentional, fully present, and fully 100%.

Why I will Continue Blogging:

With that said, I want to help continue to inspire anyone who comes across my blog to be their best darn self. Because life is short. Because you don’t need to deal with BS. Because you DO have the power to make your life your own. It’s what I learned even more so from the event I attended and one that helped me continue to unlock my hidden passions. If you’re new to the EBB site, I am so happy to have you here. If you’ve been following for a while, welcome and thank you for coming back; your support throughout these years have been nothing short of amazing. Being able to share my journey has been nothing less of a gift and I appreciate all those who choose to follow and share with in this journey as your support is what makes me keep going! All the time! <3.

EBB promotes positivity, confidence and seeing the positive, learning opportunities in everything we do.

Future of Enlightened By Bravery:

With that said, being your best healthy self for all of your best healthy adventures remains top of mind and the future basis of EBB, which means more posts on:

  • Feeding your mind: thoughtful posts that strive to be of inspiration for a healthier state of mind (most likely through my own personal experiences and things that I see around me, but only posts that I think will help others out there (this won’t turn into a ‘dear-diary’ ;)), just like it was when I first started my blog. Mental health is so important and I want to help keep sharing ways to reduce anxiety and enjoy life to its fullest. Books, meditation, breathing techniques.. it’s all going to be here!

 

  • Feeding your body: more focus on delivering the latest for a stronger, healthier body (inside & out!); this can include my latest health discoveries/obsessions (think adaptogens(!)), recipes, workouts and much more! I have suffered from many digestive issues within the past three years that lead me to being more curious about foods, their medicinal powers, and creating a complete holistic lifestyle. Takes some work, but the benefits are incredible!

 

  • Feeding your soul with curiosities and beyond: I love when my soul feels fulfilled after an amazing experience, especially when it comes from travel. No matter where I travel, a little piece comes back with me and stays with me for life. Experiences like these are exactly what I want to share with you all! Get ready for some more amazing well-curated travel destinations/ideas that aren’t just picturesque, but also leave you inspired. From learning about history, trying a french-and-cheese class, to dancing (just because it just makes you feel so darn good), we will together explore many of life’s bounties that are just waiting to be tried as we continue to feed our soul all the amazing things we ALL yearn for and deserve.

I want to build a community of people who are ready to stand up for that they believe in, ready to have the most amazing experiences in life, ready to live in a positive state, and ready to be their best, authentic self. There is no holding back, just more thoughtful, present, beautiful moments. So let’s do this!! Yes, US!! This new year will be our year– let’s get it!

xx,

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Fear of Popping a Balloon: Exposed

I know, I know.  It seems silly to be afraid of a balloon popping; but, truth be told, it was one of my greatest fears.  I know it may be trivial to some, but sometimes small things like these are earth shattering to others.

One of the reasons why I want to talk about it today is because I actually met someone this week that has the same fear I once had!  (I thought I was the only one!)

Living with Fear and Getting Over It
I could never be around balloons because they always filled me with anxiety.

I think my fear stemmed from when I was young and was forced to play that terrible game of ‘balloon pop’.  Many of the birthday parties I went to had the game where money would be stuffed inside the balloon and the only way to get it was to pop it.  While it seemed innocent, I was actually traumatized by cousins who would take the balloon, put a fork to it, and pop it in my face.  Left… POP.  Right… POP.  Under you… POP. “Hey Loren!… POP!”  Popping was going on everywhere!  And after many birthdays, I suddenly found myself with a fear.

Fast forward to being an adult and cringing when balloons came into the frame; it actually wasn’t so ‘cute’ anymore.  And, since it’s somewhat rare, it makes you seem a little… different.  I will never forget that one meeting at work (with about one hundred people in attendance) that ended with a balloon drop; I ran away from that meeting into another room.  While I let people know why I was acting funky and they seemed to understand, I knew deep down inside that there was something more to it than just balloons.

A few months ago, for my birthday, I asked my husband to buy me balloons.  And he did.
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Being afraid of a balloon didn’t mean just trying to get over the loud sound, but it meant getting over an anxiety that was housed inside of me for so many years.  And this fear just so happened to be masked with an elastic rubber that comes in a multitude of colours.

A balloon popping is something sudden and usually surprising.  And that was the problem, I was not one to want to be surprised, because I needed to know everything.  I needed to be in control.  I didn’t know how to react to a sudden or surprising thing.  The way I reacted when someone teased me by putting a fork to a balloon in my adult life was not normal.  I freaked out, cried and screamed.  And you know what?  I let them get away with it.  I let myself get weak, back down, and never challenged them by saying “Go on, do it.”  I was then teased. Constantly.  I let that get added to my list of insecurities and it was my own fault.

So, for my birthday last year, I said enough was enough.  I was tired of running away.  I was tired of anxiety. So I took a ballon and, after a bit of hesitation, popped it!  I then cried.  But, funny enough, I immediately started to laugh.

I then turned into a little bit of a crazy lady and grabbed all of the balloons around the house and popped them all.  It was so therapeutic and I felt years of anxiety melt away!  Not only that, but I grew confident.  Having a fear and just going for it head-on is intimidating, but it honestly is how you get over things sometimes.  And I proved to myself that it wasn’t just with a balloon that I could take this experience and apply it to; there were so many other parts of my life that could use this newfound ‘bravery’.  I tackled a champagne bottle the following week- ha!  But then I also confronted someone  via conversation.  I didn’t let the ‘what-if”s’ get in the way of me moving forward.  And that was a big learning for me, especially since it came from such a small thing.

Meeting Someone with the Same Fear
So this week, I had the pleasure of meeting myself.  It was actually someone else, but I saw a lot of the ‘old me’ in the ‘present her’. While I know our lives aren’t the same and we have different things that attest to who we are today, the anxiety was there.  So I sat with her and told her my story.  She was very much inspired, which I could tell, and was very humbled by.  We had a video shoot that day which included balloons and, by the end of the day, I saw her being able to look at balloons in a different way.  She didn’t exactly pop a ballon -and I wouldn’t have expected her to- but I saw that she was being very brave and built up the courage to take baby steps forward instead of running back to what she always deemed as ‘safe’.  She was laughing the whole day and I was so happy to know that sharing just a bit of my own experience with her gave her some sort of ‘hope’.  Even if it’s very minimal, it still brought a smile to my face knowing that I helped someone.

Again, again!
I can proudly say that I can pop a balloon with no problem these days.  I have this little bit of ‘guilty pleasure’ while doing it, which is actually quite funny.  But, ever since then, I proved that I could become more confident and that I do have it in me to be my strongest self.  All it takes is just some self-listening to what it is that you really want in your life, taking the plunge, and trusting yourself.

We went to the park today and I thought I would commemorate that day and my conversation with the girl I had this week by popping a balloon!
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Unfortunately my hand slipped and popped the balloon too quick for me to even plan it. Haha

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The surprise and suddenness didn’t freak me out though; I actually enjoyed it and laughed it off!

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I encourage you to just think about a little fear you may have and why you may have it.  And, if you find yourself building up the courage to say “enough is enough,” then do something that will help you get over your little fear.  You may be afraid now, but in a couple of months, you could laugh it off and help someone else.  You never know :).

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Have a wonderful week everyone! 🙂
Loren.

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Anxiety & Eating: How they go hand in hand (part: I)

White rice, whole milk, frozen dinner entrées, ice cream, lots of soda, beef patties, and cake.

These were some of the things I ate growing up; heck, there were some days that I ate all of these in a single day.  It was definitely a kid’s dream come true.  But ‘kid’ defined me from the moment I could chew my food to, literally, a couple of months ago.  I have been eating ‘clean’ for about two months or so now and, I must say, my anxiety level has gone down and my positive mood has gone up.

But, before I get to the current, positive moment of eating clean, I think it’s good to reflect and see how the ‘bad’ foods helped support the anxiety that was built inside me for many years:

You know, I grew up in a very loving family that taught me a lot about respect, values, and how to love.  But one thing that I was never really taught was how to eat properly.  Yes, there was always food on the table, food in the pantry, and food in the fridge, but they were all ‘quick’ things.  My meals were very predictable, too.  Breakfast was pancakes (from a box), drenched with a sugary (addictive) processed syrup.  Lunch was take-out from the local Chinese food place.  Dinner meant rice, beans, chicken, and maybe a salad.  And then the night concluded with lots of ice cream, cookies, and maybe a second round of dinner.  The only real time I would eat fruits were if we went out to the farms during the summer and went apple or peach picking – but even then there wasn’t any kind of portion control.  I would have about eight giant peaches on my way home because the giant basket (filled with nothing but that) was sitting in the car!  And then I would be tired of peaches.  I would refuse them.  When I got home it would be all “oh, hello, microwaveable bacon!”  And I went on with my life.  ‘Happy’ at the time, sad looking back at it now.

My life consisted of processed foods, filled with chemicals that I couldn’t even pronounce.  They had absolutely no nutritional value, but they made me feel ‘good’ for a quick moment.  The things inside of all of those things were alien to my body and acted like a drug.  Actually, they were my drugs.  Because that time I was seven years old and my grandmother passed away, I held back my tears because I was subliminally told that I shouldn’t be a cry baby and that sharing my emotions towards other people was a ‘personal’ thing.  This emotion was mended with me eating a whole loaf of white, processed bread, toasted with tons of trans-fatty butter and a giant glass of sugary chocolate milk.  And that time I got an eighty-eight on my math test in the eighth grade and was told that I could do better and needed to get nothing but one-hundreds?  Well, that made me feel like I was a total failure.  But there it was, that very fatty fourteen-ounce tub of ice cream and giant bag of addicting chips to help mend my broken heart and mind.  So while I was ‘healing’ my heart and mind with food, I was actually holding a lot of things back (anger, frustration, confusion, etc.) and burying them deep, deep down inside. (That explains those times I’ve cried during yoga, huh?)  So you start to become anxious.  Hating the next time you feel this way.  And it all continues to build up.  Every little bit counts.

My emotions were controlled with eating: failure was rewarded with sugary fats and successes, if I felt I had them, were rewarded with greasy foods (pizza party, anyone?).  And I grew up like this.  I was confused, trying to figure life out, restricting my self-desires to come out, and hoping to make everyone but myself happy.  I found comfort in food.  But the food I was eating didn’t give me any clarity; I couldn’t think things through with a ‘clear mind’.  All it was doing was fogging up my mind.  They served zero nutritional value, but made me ‘happy’.  Voilà, my adolescent (and well-into-my-adult-hood) drugs.

Side note:  you could only imagine how self-image played a role in this.  Why, with all of this poor eating, I wasn’t exactly ‘fit’.  I was ‘fat’.  And the media hated ‘fat’.  They said that that it wasn’t ‘beautiful.’  So, naturally, I also grew up with very low self-esteem, telling myself that I was ‘ugly’, ‘useless’, and a ‘failure’ every day.  My confidence level was lower than a turtle’s.   And this is how I grew up.  For more than twenty years, this was my life.

circa high school graduation - 2006
high school graduation – 2006

After years of suppressing my own happiness, and right before my giant panic attack last summer, I noticed a few months worth of terrible abdominal pain.  Not only that, but I was also very bloated and starting to become a bit overweight.  Worried, I went to a gastroenterologist (tummy & digestion doctor) and found out that I was lactose intolerant… great.

My life seemed to have shattered at the instant of being diagnosed, because it meant that I could no longer have the ice cream, yogurt, pizza, or cake that once mended my wounds.  I did play devil’s advocate and ate them anyway, but felt the consequences within thirty minutes of consuming the stuff.

2013 - before panic attack - after being diagnosed as lactose intolerant
summer 2013 – 2 weeks after being diagnosed as lactose intolerant & 2 weeks before panic attack

So it was true, after all.  I was lactose intolerant.  Two weeks before my I-didn’t-even-see-it-coming giant panic attack, I had to adjust.  And that was hard.  I didn’t really know how to adjust.  I never learned.  And looking back at it today, part of me thinks that the attack maybe came out from being forced to learn how to live with some confrontations and without some of those drugs.  I was starting to be confronted by my own self.

I didn’t know how to deal then.  But today, I am learning how to deal now (next post – stay tuned!).

But until then, be kind to your body.  Think back to those times you maybe reached for that thing you shouldn’t have reached for.  Think of what you were running away from.  Starting to slowly think about these things will help open up and shape you for a better tomorrow.  Don’t resolve to continue suppressing emotions with food.  Eat well.  You are beautiful. Who cares about the media.  They don’t pay your bills, you pay their bills.  They don’t give you a hug when you need it the most.  And this applies to others around you.  There is only one person like you out there and you deserve the absolute best.  The road to a better tomorrow starts with this type of first step… and it starts from within.

Loren.