This is my first time blogging. It is New Years day, 2010. My name is Stephen Fulgham. My purpose in life is to support people in reaching their health, financial and life goals and dreams. I am a certified personal trainer and lifestyle coach. I feel that everyone gets to live their potential without limitation.
I recently read a book called "The Slight Edge". The slight edge is doing the little things consistently to ultimately reach your dreams and goals. I am making a commitment to certain daily practices in all of the significant areas of life....Health, career, finances, relationship, spiritual and self development. I will be blogging here every day, for the next 365 days and beyond.
My motivation for starting this blog is partly to share my experiences as I take on all areas of my life in a new and powerful way. In doing so, my goal is to not only keep my own butt in gear, it is primarily to give inspiration and support to you as you move towards your own goals. I will also be adding pictures, videos, recipes, tips and lessons I am learning throughout my journey.
As for day one....I went out and bought "A course in Miracles"(Spiritual Development) which will be one of my daily disciplines. I read lesson 1, which was short, simple and feeling. Tonight I will read 10 pages of the current book I am reading, which is "The last Lecture"(self Development). Don't worry, I will not be rattling off everything I do every day. Today was a great start to a new year.
I will end my first blog with a short story from the Slight Edge that illustrates what is possible when we continue to persevere without the evidence of progress.
TWO FROGS
One night, two frogs left the safety of their swamp and ventured into a nearby farm to explore. they soon found themselves in a dairy. Hopping and jumping around (frogs will be frogs after all)., they jumped into a milk pail half full of cream.
At first, they were both thrilled. they had never tasted anything so delicious! They drank and drank. Soon (after some contented frog belches followed by much giggling) they were both full-bellied and getting just a bit sleepy. "Time to get out of here and head back to the swamp for some shut-eye," burped the first frog.
But there was a problem. they'd had no trouble hopping in ....but how to hop out? The inside of the pail was too slippery to climb, and there was nothing on which they could place their feet for traction to get up a good hopping distance....or any hopping distance eat all.
The awful reality dawned on them: they were trapped.
Frantic, they began to thrash about, their little frog feet scabbling for a foothold on the elusive, slippery curve of the pail's edge.
Finally, the second frog cried out, "It's no use! We're doomed, my brother!. Let us save what dignity we have left and die here like frogs, with our eyes facing our homeland!"
The first frog cried out to stop him. "No! We should never give up! When we were tadpoles, which of us would ever have dreamed that some day we would emerge from the water and hop about on land? Swim on, and pry fro a miracle!"
The second frog eyed his brother sadly and said, "There are no miracles in the life of a frog, brother. Farewell." And so saying, he turned his face in the direction of the swamp, gave a sigh, and slowly sank out of sight.
But the first frog refused to give up.
He continued to swim. He swam and he swam in ridiculous, pointless, useless, futile circles, hoping against hope for a miracle. Fired by adrenaline, he paddled mightily...yet his brother's dying words clutched at his thoughts, even more insidious than growing fatigue that tugged at his weakening muscles. Was my brother right?, he thought desperately. Am I a fool? Are there no miracles in the life of a frog?
Finally, he could swim no more... and with a great cry of anguish, he stopped paddling and let go, ready at last to face his fate like a frog.
But something odd then happened..or rather, didn't happen. He didn't sink. He just sat exactly where he was. Ever so tentatively, he stretched out a foot...and felt it touch something solid.
He heaved a big sigh, both sad and grateful, said a silent farewell to his drowned brother, then scrambled up on top of the big lump of butter that he had just finished churning... and hopped out of the pail to the swamp, alone and alive.
Happy new year and remember to keep paddling!
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