UnYielded Blog – OLD – Page 7

Exposing the illusion of barriers.

By Bobbi March 23, 2013Mindsets

"Fears, like barriers, are often an illusion." -- Michael Jordan, Hall-of-Fame Acceptance Speech I find it thrilling when I break through some self-imposed barrier. Not only is that rewarding, but it almost always opens up a new possibility. I was out cross-country skiing today and it was a bit brutal! We are in the midst of a winter storm,…

The fuel for persistence

By Bobbi March 16, 2013Mindsets, Overcoming Obstacles and Challenges, You - at your core

In the recent post, Biking Through the Gate, I mentioned that Rick had asked me what made me keep going, despite all of the uncertainty. As I wrote, I didn't have a clear vision of what might happen. What I did have, however, were pieces of identity that I just couldn't give up. One piece of my identity, that was…

Learning to cherish what I have

By Bobbi March 12, 2013Awareness, Mindsets

It’s amazing how we don’t always truly cherish – not just appreciate – what we have. Two years into my illness, having spent most of those days in bed, I had gained weight and lost a lot of strength. This was difficult for me. I was accustomed to being a nice size 4 (never mind that I essentially had to…

Biking through the gate

By Bobbi March 8, 2013Habits and Practices, Mindsets, Overcoming Obstacles and Challenges1 Comment

When we first moved to Colorado in 2010, I was no longer sick, but I had not recovered any of my strength. Colorado is an easy place to be active! Everything, however, was hard. Walking along the bike path left me out of breath (of course, we were living at 8000 feet). The first time I took my bike out,…

Close call that changes it all . . .

By Bobbi March 6, 2013Habits and Practices, Overcoming Obstacles and Challenges, You - at your core4 Comments

Ten years ago today, I woke up, tired. Again. With my usual self-recriminations I told myself to quit being such a baby. Lots of people get tired. I made it into the master bathroom and pulled the kitchen stool that I had commandeered months earlier, over to the bathroom sink to begin the process of brushing my teeth. A few…