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My Stories

Oh Vegas. Vegas.

I’m on a plane leaving Las Vegas, praying for my life. Flying, though I love reaching my destination, is not my favorite hobby. The captain has already warned us while safely on the tarmac that this is going to be a bumpy ride and to hold tight as we try to ascend past the roller-coaster he’s about to take us on.

las vegas
Oh Vegas!
 I’m sitting here, of my own free will. No one has strapped my wrists to the arm rest, the cabin door is still open, escape is possible. I ponder for a second making a run for it, then weigh the consequences of this cowardly potential move. If I
de-plane I can’t see my babies. I have promised them mama’s coming home tonight, I’ve been gone all week. I close my eyes, picture them dog-piling me on the living room floor when they get home this evening. They are the only reason I remain seated.  I can’t wait to see them!
It’s been toooooooo long!  Every fiber of my being misses them and is exhausted from this trip. I must get home. NOW.
So I’m praying, because now the roller-coaster is in full swing and I’m working hard to keep my roast-beef on rye in place, with a close eye on the paper bag in the seat back in front of me. I pray the same silent chant, as we hit an especially rough air pocket and my discomfort becomes clearly visible to the poor 20-something punk-rocker dude in the seat next to me. He’s praying too, that I grab that bag in time and pull it together already.
Okay, it’s true. I don’t really love to fly. I know this is shocking considering I do a lot of it. Especially lately, but seriously there are other activities I would rather be doing then having my head between my legs, praying to God to just put my feet safely on the ground. So I breathe deep breaths, one after the other. I’ve heard that the oxygen they pump on these planes has a similar effect as the laughing-gas you breathe while having your teeth pulled. Since both events are similar in experience, I gulp quick, deep breaths. I’m the definition of a Hot-Ass-Mess.
It works, I’m lightheaded. This of course could also be the result of dehydration, exhaustion, one sandwich in the last 24 hours, and the rapid pace of my inhales. But hey, I’m going with the dentist-air-thing, convincing my small brain that the control to chillout is in each gulp of air. I finally begin to
calm down when we’ve reached cruising altitude and I’m halfway through my vodka-cran. When I drain it, I causally look around, like I’ve been totally cool all along and these fools are crazy if they thought otherwise. I pull out my laptop and begin working away as if there are more important things in the
world than begging God to spare your life.
Oh Vegas,Vegas. You crazy little make-believe town, what have you done to me? If only I could at least say I’d won at the tables, or learned a few casino tricks maybe I wouldn’t be feeling so depleted at this moment.  One of my clients did let me attempt a few hands of black-jack on his dime, but when he saw I was losing it at a rapid pace he quickly put a stop to that nonsense. I can’t blame him.   
I’m more tired than I remember being in a long time. It’s likely that I look as though a
double-decker tourist bus has hit me sideways on a 113 degree day. It was a long long week, and I’m relived the air has smoothed out, and my nerves have subsided enough for me to focus on my
goal…deplaning.
This flight is nothing actually.  Not compared to the one a few weeks ago leaving LAX.  Of course the one day there’s monsoon like weather conditions in LA I’d be trying to get on a flight. It was a quick day trip for a meeting, I rented a car went into my meeting, came back and the city had towed it. That was the first bad sign. By the time I hopped in a cab and got to the airport I’d missed my flight, check #2.  The storm was kicking into high gear, rain blowing sideways hurricane style. I boarded the last flight to Portland and after we taxied onto the runway the captain announced that the airport had just closed. Bad sign number three. He assures us that he feels confident that we can take off, that it might be bumpy for thirty minutes or so, but after that the weather was calmer in Portland and we’d be on our way
home. 
Of course I’m clutching my arm rests, secretly shooting my hidden mini of Absolute trying to calm my nerves. We lift off and roughly five minutes into our flight the plane is hit by lightning! Definitely not a good sign. There is a huge BOOM on one side of the cabin and a flash of light that lit up the entire inside of the plane. Every passenger on board is praying aloud for God to get this plane safely on the ground. After what seemed like an eternity the captain comes on the speaker and admits we have been hit, and that one of our engines doesn’t seem to be functioning. This is the place where you have a “come to Jesus moment”. Where you say Okay God, I’m on this death trap and there is nothing I can do, it’s all out of
my control and in your hands…
Dear God have your angles carry this
plane and set it down gently at our destination… Dear God have your angles
carry this plane and set it down gently at our destination…
. Dear
God have
…… 
Did I mention I’m not a religious person? 
After about an hour the flight attendants get up to begin offering beverages and peanuts. I search their faces for signs they already know we’re gonna die. That the captain has given them the heads-up, but instructed them to keep a poker face and give me my vodka anyway. I’m gonna get hammered and keep praying. I have another 50 minutes before I know if this plane is capable of landing and what else am I supposed to do?  Wait sober? I think not.
When we land in Portland I give the captain a hug and kiss the carpet on the ramp to the terminal. No one thinks I’m crazy. 
After the Vegas trip I get back to my office on Monday morning. I sit at my computer with a cup of coffee, still hung-over from my ass-kicking at our work convention. It was a non-stop week of breakfast meetings, coffee meetings, lunches, happy hours, dinners, after dinner drinks and clients at strip clubs. Mixed with software demos and lectures. I’m dehydrated and my eyes are black and puffy from lack of sleep.  
 I sit staring into space at my vision board. Suddenly, I realize the picture above the one of Time Square is of the Paris Hotel on the Las Vegas strip. Damn. I knew I’d had a picture of Vegas but didn’t realize it was of that hotel.  My work books all my travel including hotel arrangements without consulting me. I just got back from 5 days in Vegas all expenses paid, staying at the Paris Hotel. This Law of Attraction vision board is starting to freak me out!

 

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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Motivation & Inspiration My Stories

The Push I Needed.

motivational speaker

Yesterday I cold-called Steve Schiffman.  For those of you in corporate sales, you know this guy.  You’ve read his books and you’ve applied his selling techniques.  In my first corporate sales job back in 2003 I was assigned several of his books to read and to this day they sit on my office bookshelf. So yeah I cold-called him (well, cold-emailed him, meaning I didn’t know him from Adam), and he called me about five minutes later!

See I’ve had this dream for years, especially the past three years of really getting serious about my Motivational Speaking career.  And even though all the signs have been pointing me in the right direction, even I can be a little slow sometimes.

I’ve been asked by several corporations including the Red Cross to give the key note motivational address at their events which I’ve been so honored to do, yet somehow still dragging my feet on making it more of a priority.  But the dream and vision have been as clear as day (and on my vision boards) for the past four years.

Quick LOA time-line:

About a month ago I won a free strategy session with Bob Doyle, in which he looked over the work I’ve done and encouraged me to take the leap of faith and begin marketing my services as speaker.  He gave me some great suggestions on what I’d need to get started and then asked the all important question… “what is holding you back?”  I quite candidly said fear.  Fear that I wasn’t good enough. Creditable enough. That I had to be backed by my book being on the NY Times Best Seller list. He told me that was crazy, and to start today!

I didn’t.

Then yesterday I called Steve thinking maybe I could get an opening speaking spot for one of his seminars.  Steve is awesome, a true New Yorker, and no-bull-shit.  His first question to me was “What do you want me for?” I told him what I was thinking, and he said “You don’t need me! You need to get off your ass and do it on your own!” And then he said something that clicked with me “Who do you want to deliver your message?” he asked.  “Well, me” I stammered.  “And who do you want to make money from delivering your message?” I was quiet a minute and then “I guess I do”.  “Then why haven’t I seen you on the Today Show yet? Why the hell would you waist time opening for someone when your the main attraction? You are the brand honey! It’s already there”.

I let that sink in a few minutes and let the chills on my arm slide down the rest of my body. And then I said, “this is one of those days, one of those conversations that will change my life. Thank you for being that to me, a total stranger. Thank you for pushing me off the building!”

I was still spinning when we got off the phone and a text message popped up.  It was a girlfriend asking if I give motivational speeches for corporate events and would I please send her a proposal to pitch to her boss.

….. Um yeah… in case your wondering… The Law of Attraction works people! Even when your dumb like me and take a few times to be told the message that your manifestation is waiting at the front door.

Chills? Yep I got em!

 

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

Fix My Life… It Just Might.

“You train people how to treat you”.  I heard these words tonight watching a show on OWN (Iyanla: Fix My Life with Evelyn Lozada)  and they gave me instant chills.  I’ve heard variations of them before and know how true a statement like that is.  Yet still I find myself repeating the same patterns in relationship after relationship (friends, family, co-workers, whomever).  And every time they go sideways just like the one before I dissect the pattern, and it’s always there.  And every time I blame myself, and wonder why I can’t fix it. Why I can’t make whoever it is see the real me, see my heart, appreciate the good I do, love me. Chose me.

I hate myself a little more every time.  And find it harder and harder to pick up what’s left of my disappointed, battered self and go back out and do it all again.  Because someplace deep inside I must not really believe that statement.  The one that says I can expect better.  I can demand better.  I can train better.  If I really believed that statement then that would mean I could control and change the outcome which my “logical” self knows is true, but which my soul doesn’t believe is worthy.

The failure that comes with every time this pattern finds it’s way into my life is overwhelming.  Its the one thing I never “win” at.  It’s like being caught in ground-hog day, where over and over I put myself out there, and in the end they always chose someone else, and turn on me.  Every time. And then it hit me…. so much of our present is based on our past, Iyanla said.  And in writing my memoir recently I could finally see where those patterns come from. And knowing that is earth shattering for me and feels even more “un-fixable” but also like there’s now an official starting point.  The one I’ve spent a lifetime running from.

One thing is clear, it’s time to stop running.  Time to put a stop to this cycle of self destructive patterns, time to find a new message to send out into the universe.  Time to expect, and then get more.

 

 

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 My Stories Relationships

Fairies.

sarah centrella's kids
I believe in fairies.
I know, I might be a little old for such things, but I can’t
help it, I do. I believe some people are put on this earth just to spread a little kindness and sprinkle our lives with their magic. Show plain goodness to those of us in desperate need.
I have yet to comprehend what it is that makes them:
Care.
Give.
Love.
Respect.
Support.
Listen.
Be there.
Unconditionally they lend their ears, when no one else will
be bothered to listen.
Wrap their arms around you when a hug is the most needed thing imaginable.

Show-up when you’re prepared to go it alone.

When you least expect it, but need it most…
They call. Or text. Or email. Or Facebook. Or Tweet. Or
write. Or say…
I am here.
I believe in you.
I think you are good.
I see you trying.
I support your efforts.
My life is better because you’re in
it.
And every time. Every, single time. It takes your breath away. Because they are not the norm. They are not the status-qua.
They are the exception.
In a world when no one is afraid to be openly rude. When people go out of their way to hurt you. Try and break your spirit. Tear you down.
These precious few, these little fairies…
Sprinkle our lives with love, appreciation, kindness and a little magic. They make you want to find a way to be worthy of their devotion and loyalty.
They make you never want to lose their trust. Make you strive to be the person they must see.
Maybe the only way to be worthy is to pass it on.
Is to strive to be a glittery little fairy yourself.

 

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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Motivation & Inspiration

Hope… Pass it On.

I’m blown away by the stories of people who have been moved or motivated by my story.  Almost daily I hear form someone that says they connected to the message of hope that I’m trying hard to put out there, and that it gave them the courage to dream, maybe for the first time.  I can’t even express how that feels.

I feel like I’ve spent my whole life up until these past few years searching for meaning.  For someone or something to give me hope and encouragement, so I know first hand how hard it is to come by in this life.  So to be able to pass that on to people all over the globe, is so humbling and brings me a kind of joy and peace I’ve never known before. I guess that’s what they mean when they say your passion will find you.  That is certainly true for me.

I thought I’d share vaguely three stories I heard today from readers.  The first was a friend of one of my girlfriends. He’s a young kid in his twenties who has been going through a tough time, having a hard time finding his way and finding anything positive in his life.  My friend suggested he look up my blog and see if it could give him ideas on how to pull out of the funk.  He immediately said “hell no! That’s girls shit”.  But curiosity and fate always have other plans and he eventually did make it here and read the examples of how to turn his life around.  Now both of them are building vision boards and mapping out goals for their futures, and thinking for the first time, about what they really want out of life.  That blew me away! I love it when young people get this message. God I wish someone had told me I could control my future and my attitude when I was twenty!

Another is from a women who was searching the web looking for proof that the Law of Attraction can work, when she came across my videos on building a vision board.  She put her board up and wrote to me with about seven examples of things that have already shown up in her life! That kinda shit makes me cry every single time!

Yet another women (actually about four today alone) wrote about how building her board has changed her outlook on life.  She started noticing the changes in her attitude; the joy the process of building her board brought her, and the hope it gives her, has made her feel like, for the first time, that everything’s gonna be OK.  That might be my favorite of all, because it’s THAT feeling that has radically changed my life.  I lived in constant fear and panic of the future before, of all the things I couldn’t control.  And now I KNOW that no matter what comes into my life, good or “bad” it’s still part of the journey to get me to my end goals. So now I trust the process as much as the results, and that has changed everything.  It’s given me peace.

hope quote
pass it on..

I struggled with whether I should share these stories or not today because I’m still very uncomfortable with the notion that I’m helping people in this way, I guess I’m afraid it might be perceived as narcissistic. Or maybe that’s just my hang up I don’t know.  But I assure you that I don’t believe it’s ME that’s doing any of it.  I believe that we are all on this road together and hearing that other people are applying these principles and getting results, gives us all more hope and is so amazing.  So that’s why I wanted to share them.  So you know it’s not just me getting life changing results~!

So if you’ve tried any of the tips on making a vision board or changing your life, feel free to write your story in the comment section here, I know we’d all love to hear from you! So it’s not just me up on this soap box!

And congrats to all of you that I’ve interacted with over the past year who’ve taken major steps to changing your life. I’m more proud of you than you can imagine, and your courage and faith is what keeps me blazing full steam ahead.  Keep writing I love to hear from you!

Oh… and remember to pass it on. You learn the best when you share what you know with others.  Pass on hope to someone else and see how great it feels 🙂

 

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

Believe in Love.

heartsThey say, and I have always believed, that to love someone
you must learn to first love yourself.  I think this is true, but what is even truer for me is the realization that to really, truly love myself I need to first unconditionally love other
people.  

If you’re like me that’s a really hard pill to swallow.  The more I sit and ponder this thought the more I realize that outside my children there’s no one that I love in this way.  No one that I’ve loved, for a long time at least, without reservation.  Without fear.  Without the deep-seeded belief
that eventually they will break my heart (friends, family, men, whoever).
…So I’ve given pieces, and I’ve gotten broken pieces in
return.
I’m on a flight from Washington DC back home at the moment, full to the brim of mixed emotions.
Sadness, disappointment, happiness, loneliness, the sense of loss and rejection mixed with hope and love, all from different sources but all present in the cocktail that my mind is stirring up.  And then I looked over at my trey table and there was a tiny little heart, made out of what I’m not exactly sure… but there it was out of the blue.  And I can’t help but believe that the Universe sends signs when our heart gets heavy and discouraged, and it reminds us that the onus is on us to change our outcomes.  And that as long as I always start from the same place I’ll always get the same result.
It’s time to rewrite my story, time to start from a brand new place and give myself a chance for a brand new ending.  
It’s time to do me.  Just me.
And in the process love the amazing people who are in my life with all of me, and not with the trepidation of waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I’m not exactly sure how, but I’ll find out.   I believe what you put out into the world is what you get back, so I’ll put out the good and the love and even if it hurts like a bitch sometimes.. I know what I know.  It will eventually find me.

It’s now in my wallet…to remind me to believe in love.
….left my heart in..
DC…

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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