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Tank/ Skirt {Sold out. Loving this $42 find}/ Shoes {sold out. Found this replica under $100/ Bag: gigi/ Sunnies : Rayban/ Gloss: Nars {Risky Business}/ Nails: FormulaX {Intensity}
Photography: Greg Daniels Location: West Village, Dallas

Due to the amount of brunching I do with my girlfriends over guac toast or migas, I knew this tank had to get in my closet. Fast forward to sharing the statement with friends, while cleaning up festivities after a drear friend’s bridal shower. The rehearsal dinner was going to be held at Joe T. Garcia’s in Fort Worth, and within minutes all eleven of us determined this tank would be the focal point of rehearsal attire. I decided to pair it with a, not expected, dressy, feminine, blush medi, and these killer cutouts.
I have worn it this way to dinner, and dressed it way down with cutoffs and high tops. By far my favorite has been the questionable stares I got while walking the streets of NYC. They don’t quite get our Texas love for chips, salsa, and guac. I think this might be the only thing keeping me from moving there. I’m not certain I would survive. Aren’t all great conversations on a patio somewhere with chips, salsa, guac, and a cold beverage of choice? I think yes!!!
Wherever you find yourself this weekend, remember the extra words of encouragement you share with someone are almost as important as the guacamole.

Speaking of guacamole. Here is my personal recipe. It’s so yummy with just a kick of spice. What can I say, I’m a true Texas girl.

INGREDIENTS:
-4 ripe avocados
-3 Tbsp of original Rotel tomatoes (drained)
-1 lime
-A few dashes of salt. (I like celtic salt)
-Cilantro to taste (optional)
-Tortilla chips (I personally like the “hint of salt” rice chips, or classic tortilla)

DIRECTIONS:
1. Cut each avocado in half, remove the pit, scoop out the inside, and place in a large bowl
2. Mash to desired consistency (I like to keep it a bit chunky as it’s easier to scoop with tortilla chips)
3. Mix rotel and salt into avocado
4. Squeeze fresh lime juice into mixture and stir
5. Add cilantro to taste (optional)
6. Serve with tortilla chips and your favorite fiesta beverage
7. Enjoy!
Cheers to a great weekend friends!

I’m Chelsie Birks, and this is My Glossy Life.

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This past week was a bit crazy. It has been one of those weeks where I have been non-stop everyday, all day. Next week isn’t forecasting for much different. It has taken some time, and intentional practice, for me not fill up me weekend schedule as well. Champagne brunches, dates with friends, and patios are all wonderful things that I love so much. Yet somewhere in the middle of all the wonderful, it seemed as if my own thoughts were foggy. I wasn’t hearing God clearly, my dreams and hobbies were suffering, and I simply wasn’t rested.
For those of you that have followed me for awhile, know that I’m a believer in Lara Casey’s Powersheets system created for intentional living. A few things that were really important for me to learn this year were:

1.) Saying “no” to busy.
2.) Joy in simple things.
3.) Saying “yes” to my dream over others. (I’d help 100 people before doing something for me.)

Making these three things happen has not been an easy switch for me. With several months of practice I’m starting to enjoy my home, alone time, saying no, being creative, and resting to hear God more.
Over the past several weeks I’ve been seeing more and more “bible art.” I didn’t even know this was a thing. I started scrolling Pinterest and the watercolored pages of scripture brought me so much joy. Have you all heard of this, or given it a try? I admit I have been a bit afraid to actually watercolor pages in my bible!! Nevertheless, I am giving it a go this weekend. I’m going to start small by simply painting a small chunk of passage. I’ll let you know how it goes.
I’m also obsessed, yes obsessed, and can I say it again, obsessed with DoTerra lemongrass oil. I got a tasting a few days ago, and cannot get enough. Once I get my own bottle, it will be defused, and ingested regularly in my bkr.
I have included a few whimsies {little loves} I’m wanting this weekend as well.

As you continue into your weekend, I hope it is one filled with joy, rest, and a bit of self love.
I’m Chelsie Birks, and this is My Glossy Life.

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Tank Sold out {love this one too}/ Skirt {old, similar here, and love this fringe option}/ Shoes/ Hangbag/ Hat/ Sunnies/ Rings/ Nail polish
Photography: Greg Daniels
Location: Company Cafe

It would be an absolute lie if I told you I planned this outfit. Far from. The original top I planned to pair with this skirt, I left at home. The only top option was this tank I was wearing with cutoffs and my new mule ankle booties seen above. I put on the skirt, tucked the shirt, keep the shoes, and grabbed the hat. It worked!! There is something about this outfit that is so me. Graphic tee, meets something pretty for an Everyday girl type of look. LOVE!!
I hate that the exact tank I’m wearing here is sold out, but I did find you guys another one I love. It was so much more about the message for me. I think its interesting the free/freedom tank was the hardest thing to find. I searched for over an hour. Isn’t it interesting how much investing, and commitment it takes to be free? I get asked a lot how I got over abuse, how I rebuilt confidence, and found myself. The answer is much like finding you a tank for today’s post. Freedom takes a commitment first. You have to want it. You have to commit to finding it. The most frustrating part is committing to the time and investment of becoming free. {I found the above tank 57 minutes in, and almost gave up at minute 56.} You must know that freedom is a process. It happens little by little like I mentioned in my last post. Freedom happens in focusing on what you do have, hence how this whole outfit happened. Lastly, be gracious to yourself and spread your wings to be free.
I love you all!!
I’m Chelsie Birks, and this is my glossy life.

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Skirt: Lublu {Sold out, but love this dress option}/ Tank: Marshalls for $10 {love this Nordstrom option}/ Shoes: SJP Collection/ Handbag: Tom Ford/ Sunnies: Burberry/ Hair: DryBar on Oaklawn/ Lipgloss: NARS {Risky Business and Gold Digger}/ Nails: FormulaX {Intensity}/ Photography: Greg Daniels

It was a winter Sunday afternoon, when Eneida, the store manager for Lublu Dallas, messaged me to come play dress up. To those privileged enough to know her, you know this is a luxury indeed, topped with both a glass of champagne and perrier {lime included}. Eneida has this special way of knowing when a little self care and TLC are needed. Mid glass of bubbles and a deep breath later, she asked me to try on this skirt. The cascades of silk were heavy on the hanger, my eyes bugged at the pleating details, and my brain escaped to some Carrie Bradshaw meets Kate Middleton Paradise. I have never felt more feminine, more classy, more striking in a piece of clothing ever in my life. I had been saving for a beautiful piece and this was, no doubt, THE one. Enieda packaged it carefully and this piece of art, has hung in a special place in my closet waiting patiently to be styled.

When SJP came to Dallas, I wasn’t planning on battling the crowd to see her. At the last minute, I decided I would regret it later. I finished my last ten minutes on the treadmill, and jetted over to Northpark, strutting my sweaty gym attire. That experience Is one of my favorite moments of favor to date. I had been eyeing the Bobby in mint from the moment her collection was announced. By the time I arrived, everything was picked over and SJP was about to head out. I settled on the Bobby in blue, opened the box to try them on, and with much surprise, the mint had been put in the wrong box! {Inset major excitement, and lots of eeeks} SJ signed my shoes, she signed the box, and she treated me like a friend she had known her whole life. I knew in that moment I would be loyal as loyal to her brand, as she was to her customers. Fast forward to Spring of this year. I had been wanting to get my hands on a bold purple pump for some time. I had seen the SJP Lady pump in black and red, but I hadn’t seen it in purple. There on the bottom shelf of a local Nordstrom Rack, this pretty purple pump called my name. I think I wore my purple ladies for two weeks straight. They are the most comfortable pump I own, and even tested their level of comfort by walking 30 NYC blocks a few months back. They passed!

A few weeks ago I traveled to Vegas for the first time without work attached. I planned on, simply, window shopping the designer stores, because in my mind, Vegas was not the place I wanted associated with any designer purchase. Vegas is cool, but it isn’t really me if you know what I’m saying. NYC has my heart. What can I say. I had been saving for a designer handbag for quite some time, and I was determined the experience was going to be epic, and that was not in Vegas.
I walked into the Tom Ford store strutting high tops and a ball cap. The head-to-toe stare from the security guard was far from epic, but in an effort to remain unaffected, I slowly, {well quickly actually}, made my way to the back of the store. I was warmly greeted by a beautiful, middle-aged woman named Suzanne. Her smile grabbed me, and her welcome kept me. She didn’t ask how she could help me. She asked me what brought me into Tom Ford. All the sudden I forgot about the judging security officer, and reflected on the luxury of Tom’s beautiful design mind. I’m pretty sure I said I could only look, but I dreamed of having a Tom Ford handbag one day. Suzanne explained there were a few on sale. About that time my eyes fixated on the blush Alix bag. Blush is my absolute favorite color, and the TF lock is my favorite accessory to his collections. I teared up chatting with her about the significance of this bag, and how much I had overcome in the last five years. I knew I wanted a piece that I saved for, worked hard for, that represented me, was exclusive, and something I could pass down to my daughter, God-willing. In high-tops, and a ball cap, in the heart of the Vegas strip, I purchased that bag for less than I had saved for.
To bring the ootd together, I paired all these branded pieces with a major budget find. This little ivory ruffled blouse was purchased at Marshalls for $10!! Brand plus budget really are the best styled outfits in my opinion.

As I reflect on the months it took for this outfit to come together I cannot help but reflect on the time it has taken for my internal outfit to do the same. Coming together isn’t something that happens over night, it happens piece by piece. It happens little by little; one step at a time. After this shoot, Greg and I sat down at Company Cafe with Nosh as cocktails, per our norm. We both agreed these were some of the best photos we had created. Something in my face was different. Something was softer. I knew what it was. I had finally let the piece by piece, the little by little progress of self discovery reveal her work.
Like a perfectly put together outfit, you too, must remember the most beautiful things are put together piece by piece, self confidence included.
I’m Chelsie Birks and this is My Glossy Life.

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Dress: Target/ Shoes: Cynthia Rowley for Target {NLA, loving this brand and budget option}/ Bag: Marc Jacobs {NLA, love these brand and budget finds}/ Hat: Target: {NLA, spotted this Nordstrom replica}/ Bracelets: Meadow Lane Style/ Necklace: The Giving Keys/ Polish: FormulaX {shade: Intensity}/ Makeup: Makeup free {Lashes inquires here}/ Photography: Eric Garcia Photography

I had eleven dollars plus change in my powder pink velcro wallet. After narrowing my window shopping finds down, decided the Origins lip gloss was the perfect fix for my frail confidence and insecurity needs. At the ripe age of fifteen, the guava toned lip gloss had its work cut out for itself. I literally used to look in the mirror and hate the reflection I saw. I would pick apart every single flaw until shame met the hate. It would be nearly two decades later, before the tangible fixes encountered a life experience where they no longer worked, even temporarily. While crawling to the other side of a shattered dream, false confidence, and secret hatred was failing me. Dark shades became my comfort, and blank walls were the masterpieces in which my eyes admired.
One bright, Spring morning in 2014, a little lip service far more therapeutic than gloss application, uttered healing words.
At the end of myself, my Heavenly Father came in, scooped me up, pulled me into his chest, and spoke, “I see you Chelsie, and you are mine.” When I tell you, I broke and sobbed. I mean I crumbled and snot cried. All I ever really wanted was to belong. I wanted to feel completely accepted by someone, flaws and strengths alike. The rescue of the Lord from betrayal was something I have experienced since I was a young girl. I knew God was present, and I knew He would bring me to the other side. What I didn’t know, was my Father’s plan to actually heal me completely of the disease of insecurity. {Let me pause to say, complete healing doesn’t mean the absence of insecurity. It means to recognize its presence, take it to our Creator, and press on while praying through it.}
God didn’t come in that morning and meet me as LORD, He came in and rocked me, His daughter, as Daddy. I am yours, and you are Mine was whispered in my ear until I literally had strength enough to stand. When I got upright, it was as if God walked me right in front of the mirror to stare at myself. I had been at this place as well, several years earlier to find things about myself that I liked. Once again, therapeutic lip service spoke, “Look and listen, its my turn to talk.”
Feature by feature, my Creator began sharing why He crafted and curated me the way He did. Features that I had hated for years, He began to explain why He gave them to me. Day-by-day I began to feel well. Something deep in me was healing from the inside out. People started asking me what I had done to myself, what had happened to me. Strangers approached me from across the bar, because “there was just something about me.”
I didn’t need eleven dollars plus change to feel better about myself. I needed the free love and affirmation my Heavenly Daddy and Creator had been aching to give. There is no OOTD, beauty lotion, potion, or drug that has the capacity to secure our confidence of self. The fact that our Creator molded us and called it so very good {Genesis 1:26-27 & 31}, is the beginning to our wellness. In honor of finally being able to experience the exhale that comes from knowing and experiencing what “It is well…” is all about. I updated my phone case as a reminder.

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I discovered this case over at Scarlet and Gold a few months back, and knew it had to be my new accessory. My favorite part is when people ask me what my case is about? Well let me tell you…
As I prepared for this shoot, I reflected on where the Lord has brought me, the true healing I have experienced, and the joy I feel in simply being me. I shopped my closet, except for the little $16 Target dress find. I braided my dirty hair, embraced my pale skin, smiled at the camera, gloss-free, and it was well, so very well with my soul.
For a bit more candid conversation check out this podcast with author, Jenn Sprinkle, where I talk about writing the prayer on identity for her book, and to purchase the book we discuss, check out my link here.
Might each of you know that you are His, and He is yours. Might you give your Creator time to share with you what He loves most about you. It just might be the very thing you dislike. Might it be well deep within you.
I’m Chelsie Birks and this is My Glossy Life.

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Pop the bubbly my dears!!!
I absolutely love giving gifts. Love, love, love giving gifts. In honor of my podcast for 31 Days of Prayer for the Dreamer + Doer that goes live today over at The {Well} Studio, I thought a Giveaway would be so fun!!
This giveaway is Dreamer+Identity+Beauty themed, duh!! Who do you girls think I am?

This giveaway is valued over $300.00 and includes the following:
PJ Salvage- Dream tank
ColorScience- calming face primer {An InStyle 2014 Best Beauty Award}, and lip polish
The Giving Keys- Custom curated by yours truly “I’m His” classic necklace
Scarlet and Gold- A Redeemed Girl “Knows Her Identity” scripture print {Framed} (Not available for individual sell)
Ebba World- Miss Pilar 100ml roll on perfume oil {The most gorgeous scent, ever}

Thank you so much to each of you for making this giveaway possible!! I appreciate you so much!!

The Rules to this giveaway are as follows:

1.) Check out my new landing page and sign up for updates here.
2.) Tag 3 friends in this giveaway pic on my instagram.
3.) Follow @thewellstudio, @colorscience, @thegivingkeys, @scarletandgold, and @pjsalvage on instagram.

You must complete ALL three steps to be included in the random drawing. Partially completed entries will not be entered in the drawing.
This giveaway is open until 11:59 CST, June 10th, 2015.
There will be one winner selected randomly and announced on June 11 th, 2015.
Happy entering my dears!!

XOX,

Chelsie

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Tank: PJ Salvage/ Necklace: The Giving Keys {custom curated}/ Book: 31 Days of Prayer for the Dreamer + Doer

Today over at The {Well} Studio, I chat with Jenn Sprinkle, {Well} Creator and author of 31 Days of Prayer for the Dreamer + Doer, about the process of writing the prayer on Identity. Later this week, I’ll share the story I wasn’t ready to share on that interview, and how God has used this prayer to unveil His heart about identity issues. For more information on the interviews behind #prayersforthedreamer click here.

Stay Tuned…

I’m Chelsie Birks, and this is My Glossy Life!

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Dress: Nasty Gal {sold out, but loving this option}/ Jacket: Madewell/ Boots: Sam Edelman {limited availability here & here on MEGA sale}/ Clutch: Gigi New York/ Watch: Michael Kors/ Bracelets: Meadow Lane/ Nail Polish: OPI {Sweet Heart}/ Lip Gloss: Bite Beauty {Currant}/ Makeup: Youngblood Mineral Cosmetics
Photography: Greg Daniels

When I was a little girl I used to dream of New York. I can’t quite recall when or where I discovered the city of hustle, but by the time I was ten years old, I was certain New York was always a good idea. For high school graduation I was given the opportunity to travel with the junior high kids on their summer trip to D.C. and NYC as a chaperone, all expenses paid. Somewhere between The Lion King, the Plaza, and window shopping designers, I couldn’t yet pronounce, I fell in love.

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At eighteen I don’t think I quite knew what I had fallen in love with. All I knew is my soul felt a call, felt a yearning, truly felt something it had never felt. Nearly eighteen years later, and well into triple digit trips to NYC for work and pleasure, I now know I had fallen in love with a city that calls me to an invitation of making impossible dreams possible. New York toughens you. It grows you, and it teaches you, really quickly, to get over yourself. From subway schedules to eight million busy people, Manhattan has a way of showing just how powerful she is. You really do allow her to strip you and strengthen you, or you go home.

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Everyday around 11:20am, to be exact, the lunch bell would ring. After constantly being made fun of for my huge glasses, my frizzy perm, my wardrobe, or lack there of, I started going home for lunch. The summer before sixth grade, we moved right across the street from the high school so my dad could be closer to work as the new varsity basketball coach. Due to zoning this meant I was going to have to attend the “rich kid” school. The girls at this school had at least 5 pair of Keds in assorted colors, every color of scrunch socks, name brand jeans like Guess and Girbaud, and the whole line of Debbie Gibson, Electric Youth. Growing up as the oldest of four, these type of items were on the Christmas list, not everyday happenings. According to the girls of West Elementary, my hand-me-down rompers, made from left-over curtain fabric, were well under par. I was tired of being under par, so I went home. I was weak and I went home. It would be years before I learned the crippling effect of running home, but just before a meeting that had me at my most vulnerable, right in the heart of mid-town, I threw on curtains and ran toward opportunity. Sometimes our strength is found in choosing to hold fast, and to stay right in the middle of it all, including the opportunity for rejection. Learning to stay has far more value that chatting about boys over bologna sandwiches in a school cafeteria, or branding meetings over bubbly at the Bowery Hotel. To stay is to get strong, and maybe, just maybe learn how to style a pair of curtains, something the girls of West Elementary would have said was darn near impossible.
I’m Chelsie Birks, and this is My Glossy Life.

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Jacket: Madewell/ Shirt: Levi Strauss {NLA but loving these Polyvore finds}/ Leggings: Target/ Boots: Nordstrom {Hinge}/ Scarf: NLA {other options here & here}/ Hat: Target {Sold out, similar find here / Clutch: Gigi New York/ Glasses and Sunnies: Bonlook Rx/ Polish: OPI {Sweet Heart}/ Face: Makeup Free
Photography: Greg Daniels

This week begins the countdown to my 35th birthday on January 18th. In typical me fashion, I want to be with the people that matter most to me, eating yummy food, and diving into rich conversation. I leave to celebrate in NYC at the end of the week, and promise to give a full recap. I have a few firsts, and a few lasts on the agenda. As I approach my 35th, I can tell you, I honestly have never been more secure in who I am, and excited about life. Life, up to now hasn’t been an easy road, and last year was one of my toughest years to date. It has been no easy walk in the park. Yet, as I reflect back I’m thankful for the road and the journey that has lead me to here. Through brokenness, I have learned wholeness. Through hurt, I have learned healing. Through insecurity, I have learned confidence. Through feeling lost, I have found purpose. I have come to a place of really knowing, not only who I am, but whose I am. I have found true identity, and I have never felt more eager to live. In order for me to truly live I have had to let go of a few things that confidence and a secured self refused to let me keep.

1.) I have let go of people pleasing. As awesome as it sounds to be pleasing to others, it’s impossible to please everyone. In all honestly, it’s the perfect setup to displease and loose yourself. I am now focused on pleasing God’s call and vision for my life, and hope others are inspired in the process.

2.) I have let go of a performance driven, over-achiever mentality. It sounds awesome to be an over-achiever, and is note worthy to the resume accolades. It is important to achieve goals, and master tasks. Yet in the process of performance I forgot “purpose”, and the “why” I was doing something. I have traded in performance based goals, for purposeful goals, and a few silly things in between.

3.) I have let go of the idea of having tons of friends. Again, it sounds awesome to says, “I have tons of friends,” but are they all really true friends? Over the years, I have stretched myself so thin trying to be a friend, and master the “friend” duties to every person programed in my phone. I have traded in the idea of tons of friends for the reality of nurturing my most cherished relationships well.

The aroma of sweet citrus from my oil diffuser {currently diffusing Citrus Bliss from doTerra} and Jonathan Adler candle are flooding my desk area. As I inhale the tangy essence, and conclude this post, I’m reminded of just how sweet and renewing life is. I wouldn’t have planned it this way, but the outcome has created a more fragrant aroma than I imagined possible.
Life isn’t always a walk in the park, but when you seek to find yourself on the journey, you just might discover the juicy, sweet fruit of a lighter life lived on purpose.

I’m Chelsie Birks, and this is My Glossy Life.

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Jacket: Necessary Clothing NLA {love this on sale option at Macy’s} / Dress: Marshalls {Here is a very similar $10 option} / Boots: Hinge / Hat: Target / Lips: Lip Tar {Hoochie} / Nails: Essie {Romper Room} /

Christmas Day this past year brought a numbers of firsts for me, one of which consisted of going to the movies. The clan of five included my roomie, Alli, my sister Lindsey, and her littles, soooo anything Oscar worthy was out of the question. For the kid’s sake we settled for Into The Woods. Although the movie wasn’t my fave, there are a few things of note:

1.) Dear Meryl, you truly are the best actress alive. You even play a witch with Oscar worthy passion.
2.) Anna Kendrick, you voice!!! Enough said.
3.) These lyrics to the theme song stuck with me long after the credit reel.

Into the woods,
It’s time to go,
I hate to leave,
I have to, though.
Into the woods-
It’s time, and so
I must begin my journey.

The way is clear,
The light is good,
I have no fear.

Into the woods
And down the dell,
The path is straight,
I know it well.
Into the woods,
And who can tell
What’s waiting on the journey?

I sat in my seat, well into my bag of gummy bears, with my heart pounding so hard, it felt as if it was going to burst out of my chest. A dance of notes, and profound words created the perfect serenade for my comfort zone.

It’s time to go. I hate to leave, I have to though…
It’s time, I must begin my journey!!!

If you are like me, your comfort zone is one that is warm, welcoming, and the coziest of places to keep me stuck. The Linus blanket of fear, insecurity, doubt, and mental defeat that holds me in a place called, Never. The perfect mirage of prudent, safe living. For many of us our comfort zones house deep wounds, harmful paralyzing words, shattered dreams, and rooms of other people with whom you bond in the same black hope of never. For some of us, we are most comfortable in pain, and so we settle for it, calling it happiness. We cope in our settled happiness, and create memories there, so hating to leave couldn’t be truer than true. Yet, we have to though…
The perfect mirage of prudent, safe living, isn’t living at all. Comfort zones, are choosing to live lifelessly dying on life support.
We don’t want to die friends, we want to live!! This is what Jesus came for.
“The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it [a]overflows).” John 10:10 {AMP}

If you feel robbed from, destroyed, and as if you are dying, might I assure you, it IS NOT God! It is the enemy who comes in like a false comforter to attempt to justify all your fears, insecurities, hopelessness, and kill you and your influence.
A few days ago, I was working through some mental detox. I was writing down lies I have believed about myself, and how they have effected my life.
For example: I was told by a number of people in my growing up years to get my head out of the clouds, and to stop being a dreamer. As a result I have believed that those that dream are bad and ultimately hindering their future. As I processed through this, I felt prompted to go to my “old memories” Rubbermaid in the garage.

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Right on top was the volume of Texas Magazine, in which I made the cover with a fellow dreamer, my first published article, a recording of my heart for ministry for my marketing kit, my vision for helping other dreamers make it, and my interview for the magazine on my career goals. I sat with these memories and I wept. In the midst of fighting my inner dreamer, I gave up on ever really being who the spirit inside told me I would be. This 4.0 student traded in her passion for a “C” stands for complete, keeping me .25 points shy of graduating with honors {another dream of mine}. I developed a career far away from being a dreamer. I found my acceptance in performance, titles, responsibility, and awards. To cope, I helped others accomplish their dreams. I got married {I settled}. I allowed myself to cope in abuse. I got divorced {This story unfolds here}. I lost everything {A primary fear}. I started over. I built and even stronger career. I fell in love again, I experienced heartbreak again. I healed again. I launched a company because that sounds awesome and overly successful, and I made better money last year than I ever have before.
I also drowned my soul, and the very purpose I was put on this planet. I have let years of believing lies, striving, accolades, and status quo’s run my life, and parts of it have felt really awesome. That is what makes it so hard to leave.
But God…
But God placed a calling in my heart on July 29, 1997, and as I looked down at my “old memories” I heard the Lord say, “I’m still there Chels, I didn’t abandon the call. You did, but I’m still here.” Never have I been more thankful for the promise found in this scripture.

“And the one sitting on the throne said, “Look, I am making everything new!” And then he said to me, “Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.” Revelation 21:5 {NLT}

I don’t know what you have sacrificed to make more money, to look successful, to appear happy, but might I encourage you to examine the authenticity of its comfort and genuine fulfillment and satisfaction? Will you join me in saying,

“Into the woods,
It’s time to go,
I hate to leave,
I have to, though.
Into the woods-
It’s time, and so
I must begin my journey.”

As hard as it is, as tears stream down my cheeks, today, lets just say “no” to false comfort zones, and a loud “yes” to the woods of our futures. I have a feeling that in the same way God parted seas, and held the sun still, and defeated giants before, we will experience the same miracles in simple saying…

Into the woods,
And who can tell
What’s waiting on the journey?

I’m Chelsie Birks, and this is My Glossy Life.