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“Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable, for it can never be redeemed.”
Johnny Rhys Meyers as King Henry for The Tudors

How do you measure time? An interval of time. One year. If you measure it in minutes, it is 525,600 minutes. Do you measure a year fiscally like some CPA’s or by calendar ? Can a year, that very specific unit of time be measured in sunsets, daylights, coffee cups, love?

I measure time in goals. I am goal driven. Goals excite me, ignite me and drive me. This year for instance, has been a very successful one. This year for me is easily measured. I have become a marathon runner, a girlfriend, a Certified Personal Trainer, a Certified Life Coach, a Certified Master Life Coach and a happier and healthier woman.

I have travelled more this year than ever before. Newport, DC, Virginia, San Diego were all firsts. I have seen and done things I never thought I would’ve ever experienced. I lived.

Albeit time was a luxury this year, I am proud of all of my accomplishments. It is sexy when a woman has her own or is actively working to get her own. It’s sexier when her man has her back while she does it.

The horizons are limitless, the future bright and I am enthused.

We are all guilty of time decay. I make an effort now to really manage my time productively.  As a Master Life Coach, I have learned that many Coachees have a similar complaint or issue with time and management. It is helpful to create a comprehensive plan and engage in sticktoitiveness while executing.  Do not negotiate with this plan! Be firm.

Studio LX is offering $50 gift card on purchase of $250 before April 15! It’s good when a Marilyn knows what taxpayers need, a nice wardrobe! Have you filed your tax return yet?

Roman’s birthday was a hit! He was a happy fourteen year old man. Thank you to all of the family and friends that participated in making my son smile.

I have no time to waste, on my way to the Sony Ericsson with Yopi again. It’s tradition now.

Make time for you, use it to let your mind and body become empowered. You are worth every minute of your time.
I broke my record in Washington. I PR’ed!!! I would’ve beat it by more had I not stopped to take pictures. I made a choice to take time and smell the flowers. I’m glad I did.

We did it! I knew we would. When things are meant to be, they just find their way. 

and if you don’t know, dos minutos,

 

magda

fool’s gold

A positive lyric as opposed to the Fitz and the Tantrums version, Happy St. Patrick’s Day and please wear green for Cerebral Palsy.

How can one lower blood pressure, reduce stress and keep cortisol levels under control? Just touch someone! A yummy hug even twenty seconds long releases oxytocin to the brain. Over time, time heals all wounds, the act of hugging can reduce the risk of heart disease. There is that hormone again, persistent lil guy, oxytocin. It is a fact that human touch is understood by the central nervous system as a reward and therefore translated to the psyche as happy. Pharrell nailed it! Skateboard P had vision. Happy makes for a fulfilled life. Happy makes money. Happy is health. I know a Coach, a trainer, a celebrity that claims health is wealth. The only difficult part in this touch thing is finding the perf partner to touch all day long! I think I’m going to ask my boyfriend to give me a massage or something, for the benefit of his happiness of course.

I plan on touching many a person tomorrow at my first live Master Coaching appearance. I’ll be passing out gold. My word. It’s gold. If I say I’m going to do it, I do. I keep my promises. It’s a matter of loyalty. I can’t wait to report how this session goes. It’s a large group of professionals that are looking for some empathy and leadership! It isn’t my first rodeo! I’m truly excited. Managing people makes for great profit. Right?

Why do people run marathons? I thought about this throughout the run in DC this weekend. I saw a man run for his “never forgotten Viejita”. I met a man running to propose to his future wife. The sign read, “I’m in love with a fast woman”. The groups of people that run for clubs, gyms, costumes and just plain unifying fun are endless. I ran in Washington for many reasons, mainly for my boo tho. I think because I was running towards the White House for most of the marathon and because I was recently stripped of my freedom, I ran for liberty. I also thought about the final days of my son being thirteen. I ran for him. I ran for future. I found an American looney. The only reason I knew it was a looney was because I lived in Canada. Darren gets paid to run and now, I did too. I made a dollar. I value each dollar I make. I spent the last twenty two years working hard.

It paid off!

Kimberely Whitley told us “we better make it” on the way to Miami from Atlanta! She had no idea that she was talking to two Super Spartans and we had no idea we were speaking to one of the funniest women in comedy! You see, things happen to you when you least expect them to.

My father always told me to beware of the man behind a microphone. In my life experience, I fear more an unsuspecting professional with a pen. My beliefs are simple really- just follow the Golden Rule. Do onto others as you would have them do onto you. I am famous for being fooled.

and if you don’t know, I’m glad you happened to me,

magda

a perfect storm hit NYC

IMG_0735 IMG_0738The glitz and the glamour was a bit overwhelming this weekend! I live in Miami where beautiful people are everywhere but what I experienced this weekend was just insane. We stayed in the Upper East side thanks to some of my closest friends. April and I had lunch with Christy Turlington and Deborah Roker in Eataly to start a glorious weekend. We prayed in church. My Jewish friend walked me in and sat next to me as I asked for guidance and forgiveness. We practiced Yoga in Jivamukti and danced the warlike movements of Capoeira. I was Footloose and free with Kevin Bacon and dumbfounded by the timeless beauty in Christie Brinkley. Madison Square Gardens has nothing on the home of the Heat! Basketball in New York was fun but I’m spoiled! #HeatNation all day, all night.

The Book of Mormon had us laughing out loud. Loud, love and laugh like that! The St. Regis was so sexy.  I felt Mr. Big would walk in at any moment. My sister Charna brought some of that Sex in the City feel to our table, even if it was for a brief moment. Life is made up of moments.

The Month of February has shown me so much love already and it’s still not Valentine’s Day! Even MC Yogi would be pleased. He believes like me, what we give is what we get. I guess then, I have given a lot. Laura, April, Babelyn, Lynette, Julie and even Maria came up last week to show me love!! I saw it, I felt it and as always, I am in your debt.

My first webinar was a success. It was a hit! We received rave reviews. The topic was Health and Fitness. Change is absolutely possible. I am walking proof. I plan on spreading this message repeatedly. I hope everyone gets infected. Health is wealth, and I am filthy rich. It’s a choice, follow me, I’ll take you there.

My friend Frankie is heading up a race for Red Bull. I am running in this marathon. It’s hashtag on Instagram is #wingsforlife. It’s appropriately named a run for the world. A global run. I like that. I have to be the ugliest runner I know, my form is just sad. However, my intention is for a greater good. If you feel like joining me, call my office and I’ll help you sign up. 305.903.7160 ask for Mighty. I run in a group on Tuesdays and Thursdays with Mallory at Newton’s Method, it made me a runner- she is a miracle worker.

On the plane headed home, I have a penguin and a bear that need me to rescue them. I hope your Valentine’s Day is complete with mushy gushy, love and all that sweet stuff.

April, I never forget the good, the bad or the ugly. My friend, you rose to the top! Kind of untouchable. I knew I liked you, but now I love you. It’s funny how that developed. I’m glad it did. Z Cavaricci’s for life.

This blog was really written on an iCloud, how cool is that?

and if you don’t know, I’m coming at you like a dark horse,

magda