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What I Love About Mondays...New Beginning!

New Beginning.  A new school week.  A new work week.  We have the opportunity to reset and begin again!

Focusing on our calling which includes our work and how we do it!  Making sure we are on the right path to the where we want to go.  Goals and Vision.  Having the energy and stamina to make changes happen and build momentum.

Small STEPS to the destination that I want to end up at! This week I continue with habits I've built, I'm building and I'm beginning. 

This is my experiment of taking the steps I want to take toward more energy and meeting my career, professional development and financial goals in small manageable steps so I can succeed.  

My Baby Steps To Building Energy and Stamina...
  1. Still Pop Free!!
  2. 2 Bottles of Water a Day (2 liters)
  3. Oatmeal/whole grain for breakfast.
  4. 8 hours of sleep!
  5. Awake and UP at 5a.
Adding 20 minutes of walking daily this week!  Wish me Luck!

Enthusiasm is the energy and force that builds literal momentum of the human soul and mind.
Bryant H. McGill

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  1. vlsNovember 14, 2011 at 7:24 AM

    Hi Heather!
    What do you mean - I'm your mentor?! I believe the reverse is true ---I enjoy reading your blogs and the insight you have and passion for living life to its fullest. God is to be praised for how HE shines through your writing!

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  2. Heather Ann GillNovember 16, 2011 at 3:21 PM

    You are my mentor!!! So many things I established in the lives of my kids...you modeled! I sure miss you, pray for you and think of you often! So glad God tied us together!

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