war·ri·or
ˈwôrēər/
noun
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1.(especially in former times) a brave or experienced soldier or fighter.I think we all have an image that pops into our heads when we hear the word “warrior”. Its a giant roman soldier with silver armor and he has a sword and a sense of physical strength that is visible. His size and stature define that he is BRAVE, he is STRONG, he is a FIGHTER long before and even in the absence of any words he speaks. He will defend and protect. He will fight to win. He will win or he will die trying.This past weekend I was given a trip to Cabo San Lucas by my upline coach as a reward for accomplishing some things in my business. So along with 30 other women who earned it also I went. And I spent 3 days learning the REAL definition of warrior. In my world, my little world I deal daily with a husband who has brain rot, the sudden loss of a Dad who was too young that affected my life in so many ways, a daughter with a chronic illness and all of the other shit that most people deal with. I can get caught up in it at times. And feel lonely. Alone. Like no-one understands and everyone around me has a charmed life with healthy spouses and healthy children and no knowledge of what its like to lose some one tragically. I am guilty. GUILTY of the self pity. The “poor me’s”. But only on occasion. I know life is too short to wallow in that crap.So I spent the majority of my 72 hours in Cabo on a lounge chair on a beach. Exactly what I wanted to do. And I do a lot of training. I read books on how to lead a team better, how to build a business. I watch videos on new products Beachbody has and how to optimize my potential and I learn, learn, learn. But of all the books, videos, webinars, conferences and whatever I hear…I learned more from that beach chair than all of those combined.I learned that a woman who’s husband leaves her and her kids alone, with no child support, no insurance and no security can pick herself up off of the floor and build a life for her and those kids- on her own. I learned that a mother of a child who has been abused can become a force to be reckoned with, an advocate for stopping abuse and a pillar of strength. I learned that a young Mom who loses her husband to an awful disease can carry on. And find humor and love again. I learned that a woman can fight cancer…and win. I learned a woman who’s husband leaves for deployment is one of the bravest people ever! And I learned a LOT about forgiveness. Maybe most of all I learned about that. And how beautiful it can be.I learned that armor is not always seen. Strength is not always measured in size. Weapons do not always look like swords. And bravery does not always roar. The beach was beautiful. The food was amazing. The resort was crazy awesome. The views were breathtaking. The company was by far the best part. I am forever grateful to be surrounded by warrior women.
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