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My Stories

Red Cross Documentary Film Project

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My little Red Cross poster child

About a week or so ago a casting director working with the American Red Cross came across my story Don’t Count Me Out about when our house was flooded last year and the Red Cross came to our rescue.  She asked if I’d be interested in sharing our story for their National Ad (commercial and print) campaign to raise awareness for the Red Cross.

Of course I would!

The project consists of us filming our life for about two weeks, documentary/reality style.  Telling our story, individually and together and then they will make a mini-movie out of our footage and audio.  So I plan to go to Portland next weekend for the girls birthdays and finish our filming there and at the hotel.

The gift box, beautifully wrapped

I am always just blown away by how the Law of Attraction works to turn things that look really shitty into huge opportunists and part of our big picture dream.  This is the definition of an “Earthquake Moment”. That moment that looks like the worst thing possible at the time but if you keep the faith is part of your big picture dream.

This is sooooo part of my big dream!

 

Our Welcome Letter

My big dream is to use my story to inspire people all over the world, to spread a message of hope and to teach people how to create a better life and believe in their ability to do it.  This is a great step in that direction.  She let me know that most of the stories they were considering had been submitted online via the national search, but that she was directly contacting us after hearing about our story. I’m so honored to be able to give back in some small way.  To try and repay them for how they totally saved my ass and kept my family together.

And the camera is ours to keep (and I didn’t have one, only my phone)

The thing that’s just crazy to me about it is that it’s been almost exactly a year to the day, since the flood.  It happened this time last year, the girls turned four in that hotel.  Next weekend we will be celebrating their fifth birthday.  So when you have patience and believe things will work out they do, when the time is right.

But I promise you this is just another perfect example of my philosophy of Hustle.Believe.Receive. This didn’t just randomly happen.  I actively one night posted that story on every Red Cross site I could find, if nothing else I knew it would inspire volunteers to know that the job they do changes peoples lives.  So that was my “hustle“.  Notice I didn’t just sit on my ass and expect opportunities like this to fall in my lap, I did my part.  And then the Universe did the rest.  It aligned the start that the casting director found my story, went and read it and was then moved enough to contact me.  After a phone “audition” I waited to hear back for about a week.  That is the Believe.  I knew I’d done everything I could do on my own, the rest was up to the Universe, I believed that I would get it and I did! We got the gift box with our documentary filming instructions and camera yesterday (that’s the Receive).

It really is that simple. It an easy formula and I’ve put it to the test in examples all over my blog (check the tag Manifest This for more examples). You can do it to! But you have to be AWARE in your own life and look for all the little signs that are aligning to make your dreams happen.  It’s like a big puzzle look for it, knowing it’s there somewhere, that you just need to piece it together.  I promise you if you follow the formula it will work for you too.

Stay tuned, my hope is that the kids and I get picked to be their national print and multi-media family, but no matter what happens this is already an amazing opportunity.

Believe in magic y’all!

Update Dec 13, 2012 Here is the finished product that is airing on major networks now:

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Dating Relationships

Who Said You Should Never Drunk-Dial???

Oh right, I did. Well you should know better than to listen to me. If you were wondering if I can take  my own dating advise, I’m here to say, nope, sure can’t.

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This is what happens when you drunk-dial the love of your life after not talking for months. In which you call him an asshole, while saying you want to live happily-ever-after, with him (this is why people shouldn’t drink, it makes you bipolar). And after he emails you that he just spoke to a customer service rep who sounded “exactly like you“, which made him miss you and send an email saying so. And after the Universe told you some pretty crazy shit which made him call you for the first time in months….

…email sent to try and correct above mentioned fuckup:
“I’m sorry I said you’re an asshole. I only partially think that’s true. I mean you are being an asshole, but I know why. And as much as I hate it, I also get it. You’re not an asshole, just being one to me. Which I probably deserve. 

Right after I read your note, the next email I read was my daily note from the “Universe” which was crazy timing to say the least. And which pretty much fucked up my head for the rest of the day. (Smh)

Realllly???

Then tonight Mira asked me why she never hears “
he’s so fluffy I’m gonna die” when I get a text message anymore. I said because I don’t really talk to Derrick (not his real name) anymore… “Sometimes grownups stop being friends.” 
And my 4-year-old says; “Mama you better talk to him or he’s not gonna like you any more, and you love ‘he’s so fluffy your gonna die’, and what letter does Derrick start with?”
And I said “D”.
And then I thought I  might wanna take back the whole asshole bit, so I can sleep at night.
So I mostly take it back. 

… *Sign… Tears  …FML

I keep wondering what you thought when you heard a voice that sounded like mine.  Hope it made you miss mine like crazy.  

Hopefully you deleted my voicemail before listening to it. I may have been inebriated and PMSing and cried all weekend because it was the first Mother’s Day I’ve ever had without my kids. And because six years ago on Mother’s Day I lost a baby. A mother with no kids. Alone on a day for Mothers.
It was fucking depressing.
And I wanted all day to hear you say “Happy Mother’s Day” to me, but knew you wouldn’t.  (asshole reasoning inserted here)
And then I wondered who you’ll say that to one day.
And then I started drinking heavily.
And watched Pretty Women twice in a row, hammered, because I thought once wasn’t pathetic enough. And because I think I’m
Cinda-fuckin-rella and that fairy-tale endings exist.

So there you have it. You drive me to drink. And believe in fairy-tales.”

I hit send at midnight.
Then regret it for the next six hours. Cringing every time I checked my email in box looking for a response.
I wake up and read this.

..

Now the Universe just thinks this shits funny and is fuckin with me.
(BTW this daily email is NEVER about love or relationships, these are the only two I’ve ever gotten on the subject, what the hell?)

For the record, as fate would have it, that “deep soulful eye contact” it’s referring to is exactly what got this whole damn thing started in the first place! The Universe knows it’s shit, for real.

Then I listened to this song 793 times in a row….

Trey Songz – Heart Attack

 

 

And then my phone rings, I see his face pop up and I stop breathing….

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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My Stories

Radio Interview with Dr Marriah Star

Here is the recording of yesterdays interview with Dr. Marriah Star. We talked about how I’m able to successfully manifest experiences using a vision board, what the turning point for me was in starting over, and a new topic for me, how to “fake it till you make it”.

 

 Click here to listen to the interview. Note I come on 30 min into the interview if you’d like to skip the intro

~Written by: Sarah Centrella for Thoughts.Stories.Life
*This is an interactive blog please leave your comments and thoughts, I will respond 🙂

Divorce My Stories Parenting

For Mama.

Kanen’s Handmade Book <3

Today was the first Mother’s Day I’ve ever spent without my kids. It’s been ten years that this day has been my day. I remember being pregnant with Kanen and so excited that I got to celebrate it even though he wasn’t born yet. Most of those past Mother’s Days were spent with my family, having brunch or me hosting the family gathering. Cooking up a storm. Fresh flowers on the table. My parents and brother and sister were there, my ex-husband. It was always a big family affair as it is in most families.

Well this year it fell on my ex-husbands weekend, and that meant I’d be spending the day alone. For various reasons my family is no longer part of mine or the kids lives, so what used to be a big joyous celebration, and a day I could call my own, became one of the loneliest on record.

It’s hard to describe what it felt like to wake up in a quiet house this morning.  But I’ll try; It sucked ass.

But the sun was out, and it was a gorgeous day in Seattle (a rare occasion), so I decided to try and make the best of it. I put on a sun dress and went to the beach with my book. I had lunch and a beer overlooking the crowned sand and sidewalk. Let the sun burn my shoulder’s. I walked along the surf surrounded by families of all shapes, sizes and ethnicity’s. Parents setting out picnics, kids playing in the sand. Father’s packing all the gear to and from the car. Families on bikes and roller-blades.

If I wasn’t the only women (mom) walking alone out there today it certainly felt that way. It was strange to go places and not have anyone say “Happy Mothers Day”, because how would they know I have kids? And if I do wouldn’t they be with me? Duh. It fucking sucked.

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A date with Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess)

I’m not trying to write a “poor me” post, so maybe only single parents should read it. Everyone else can get a free pass to skip it today. Because to everyone BUT a single parent I get how this all sounds. Sounds a bit like wha-whaaa. But if your in my camp, then I bet you get it. I bet you’ve had a day like this, and I bet at one point or another it made you want to cry. As I did when I drove home and Boys II MenSong for Mama” came on the radio.

But alas six-o’clock finally rolled around and my twins ran across the parking lot into my arms, as I nearly squeezed them to death and fought back tears. When we got home Kanen practiced his pitching with me, and said I was a “pretty great catcher”, boya!  He gave be the most amazing book he’s been making the last month or so at school full of all the cool things we have done together, poems and drawings of us. Plus he grew me a pepper plant. How great is that?

This is what it looks like when Seattle comes out of hibernation.

Mira and Izzy are crazy compulsive cleaners who love nothing more then to surprise me, by cleaning stuff (they especially love bathrooms. Yes I realize they might be slightly weird and possibly OCD, but as long as it works in my favor I’m fine with it). So they set me up on the couch with a glass of ice water and my book and cleaned the whole house. No I’m not making this up. Swear to God, it’s a true story.

sarah centrella's children
Luckiest Mama ever.

So a day that I just wanted to be over as fast as possible, ended the best way it could; with my babies back asleep in their beds.  And me reminding myself that no matter if they are here or not, I’ll always be their Mama. Even though nine days out of ten I feel like I’m failing at this, and not enough for them, I am reminded that all it takes is endless amounts of love and a heart that is in the right place. And that is enough.

Happy Mothers Day to all the hard working, loving, patient, exhausted, devoted moms out there. Especially to those of you doing this alone; your doing a great job whether anyone sees it or not. You should be proud.  I’m proud of you.

 

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Health & Fitness

Things You Should Never Do In Hot Yoga

Things you should NEVER do in hot yoga.
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  • Get a spray-tan two/three hours before. As evident by the orange outline on my white towel. Oh, and also the rivers of Ump-Lumpa sweat running off my body.
  • Use a “sweat” face-wiping-towel that sat in the washer for a week before being dried. Nothing like wiping your dripping face feeling like you need to puke, with something that smells like you just did.
  • Fart. 110 Degree heat, cramped sweaty quarters. Enough said.
  • Talk. You will be mentally stoned to death by everyone who’s pretending to be there for the meditation and not the tight ass.
  • Lay down, facing the wrong direction. You’ll fuck up everyone’s chi. Not a good look.
  • Leave the room! If you do, you might as well never come back. Just put a bag over your head and run for the parking lot. No one will look you in the eye again. Quitters are so weak.
  • Ask to have the heat lowered or the fans turned on. (reread #6, same rules apply).
  • Be late. Don’t bother walking in if the instructor is in the room, no one does that!
hot yoga
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Now go to Hot Yoga and get a firm ass, a clean mind and feel AMAZING like I do after every class!

Namaste’

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Dating

Happiness is Waiting.

Give in to happiness

Happiness is just waiting for when your ready.

That statement flashed across my brain tonight as I was driving home from work in rush hour traffic. I was listening to What a Wonderful World, trying to get in a positive state of mind before walking into the house to greet my babies. Trying to brush off the day. Wipe my mind clean, so as not to let the stress and tension ruin our night.

I closed my eyes. Let the music give me goosebumps. Let it move me. I inch forward in traffic and look at the blue sky reflecting on Lake Washington.  A site so rare, I can count the days on two hands, when the sun has shone and the sky has been bright.  I let the music lift me, and the sun warm my hair through the open sunroof. This is what I do when I can’t, or don’t want to lift myself. I let the music do it for me.

I had to, because I’d listened to Somebody That I Used To Know fourteen times in a row the past thirty minutes.  Driving down the highway with my middle-finger-up to the indivisible somebody. But that’s a step-up from last weeks song choice; All Back by Chris Brown, which I played on average twenty times a day. At least I’m making progress. I have a love/hate relationship with music, this is becoming clear to me.

Lyrics always move me, like little else does. Maybe because with my crazy life I don’t have much time to read, watch TV or anything else, so music is what speaks the language of my soul.  It’s like a friend who listens, doesn’t judge and knows exactly what your going through.  It almost always brings about Epiphanies. Like it did today.

There’s a line in Somebody That I Used To Know, that says “you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.”  I realized that’s exactly what I had allowed myself to do. The past three months I’ve been willingly addicted to that sadness. I was terrified to let it go. It comforted me in some sick way. The relationship was gone, but the sadness kept me warm at night, and from eating in the light of day. I wanted to keep it. To feel it. To miss it, as long as possible. Knowing that when those feelings of loss and sadness are gone, so is the love. Which is what, of course, I really wasn’t ready to release. The sadness was a choice.

dance
 Dance.

Happiness is just waiting for when your ready, Sarah. When your ready, happiness is here. It’s been chillin on your front porch.  Waiting for you to stop dancing with sadness, and open the door to allow happiness to take over from here. It’s just waiting.Waiting for you, to want it more than you want sadness.

Happiness is a choice.

I think I’m finally ready.

Thanks for your patience happiness, mighty kind of you. Let’s dance.

 

 

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Health & Fitness Motivation & Inspiration

Addiction Gets A Bad Wrap.

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Um yeah I was supposed to do this is class

Not all addiction is evil. Well let me back track one tiny step and say, mild addiction. Because full-blown addiction is just plain annoying no matter the subject of obsession.

So assuming we are talking about mild addiction, the kid that involves me sweating like a sumo-wrestler in an over crowded steam bath; I’m gonna say it’s a positive thing. Maybe it’s my ADD talking but finding anything that becomes a habit long-term has always been a challenge. So when I do finally cross the line from going to Hot Yoga with a FML attitude, to going with a this isn’t soooo horrid attitude, I typically congratulate myself. And feverishly pray it becomes and addiction.

I did this instead.

I think I’m on the right track here. Today was my third class in a personal pact to practice as often as possible for the next six weeks leading up to my birthday (read post), in a desperate attempt to create a first-class addiction. I wanna be addicted to the sweat, the smelly room, the burn in every part of my body. The smell of my skin burning in the ridiculous heat. That moment when the instructor opens the door just a crack, and what feels like the first bit of oxygen in sixty minutes, floats over me. I want to be addicted to how I feel on that final savasana. It’s called “corpse pose” for a reason, at that point your basically dead.

Then eventually I wanna get hooked on how my body is changing, and how I feel. I wanna be able to go and not throw mental darts at the hot, yoga-asses in front of me, belonging to 45 or 19 year-old women (from this view it’s hard to tell who’s who), with giant diamonds on their finger and Range Rovers in the parking lot. I want to go one day and not even notice them. My mind will be clean and I will be there for me. Looking at my own hot yoga-ass.

hot yoga
I was supposed to do this…

I wanna be addicted to the endorphins that come about two hours later, and the energy it gives me to play with the kids when I get home from work. I want to breathe and meditate, and clear my cluttered mind. I want to find focus and general well-being.

So yes, my goal is to find my addiction. And then like any good addict, seek it out like a drug, or sex or whatever people get addicted to. Please yoga yogi let me become addicted to you!

 meditation pose
…I did this.   Hey, it’s progress.

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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Parenting

I’m Playin’

I played with my kids tonight.

I know, congratulations to me right? But I ask you this, when’s the last time you played Freeze Tag or Hide-n-Seek with your kids for an hour in your house? Exactly. See I thought props where due.

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I just got silly and played and laughed for that long with them. With no distractions. No laptop. No phone. No texting. No Twitter. No Facebook. It’s fun you should try it. I chased them around the house and listened to their giggles, and
laughed so hard at myself when I tried to jump over the couch but missed
it entirely (don’t ask).

Sarah Centrella's daughter Izzy
Izzy making herself a crack sandwich

Afterwords when we were all exhausted and recovering with Nutella (crack) sandwiches, Kanen says to me; “Mama that was the best night of my life.”  Wow OK. Crazy. I’ve been working my butt off to give him all these crazy cool experiences for the last two-years, and this, this is what wins the prize? Boy don’t I feel like an asshole. But hey, I can happily live with that.

When I tucked him in bed tonight he said “Mama can every night be like tonight?” To which I replied, “absolutely!”  And to which I thought; what does that say about all the other nights?

 

Sarah Centrella is the author of the book Hustle Believe Receive which teaches you how to apply the #HBRMethod to change your life and live your dream.

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