Staying on the Upside: Affirmation #5

I will feel happy when I see someone’s effort to block my success; It shows that they even know my potential for greatness!

©2012 Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi and ChocolateGeisha Spills the Sake!™

Staying on the Upside: Affirmation #3

My mind and soul are the toughest weapons that I possess; I will oil them with hope, love and determination to create a magnificent armor around me.

©2012 Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi and ChocolateGeisha Spills the Sake!™

Staying on the Upside: Backtracking Can Be Good

Occasionally, our inner-vehicle to happiness takes a wrong turn and drives us right into a muddy mindset and an unfulfilling life condition; Other times, we are just plain hijacked by external forces that get kicks out of dragging us down the “highway to hell”. In either scenario, it’s up to us to win back control– We could forge through the valley of discontent while succumbing to its quicksand grip or take a humbling approach… actually roll our wheels into reverse in order to gain a broader perspective and direct ourselves down a new trail of opportunity. Examples of this might be accepting that time invested into a relationship is no longer viable, making it necessary to move on to a healthier one (or remain a free-agent), letting go of the idea that we must keep up with “The Joneses” by having that big, fancy dream house– maybe, foreclosure is imminent and that one-bedroom apartment isn’t the worst thing in the world, after all (who likes to mow a lawn anyway?)… or taking a lower-paying job while being beyond qualified for the position; Don’t interpret these moments as failure or our running with our tails between our legs, but one more chance to grow.

There is no shame in the game of expansion.

Learn about the transformation of Michael Gates Gill who went from being an Ivy League-educated advertising executive with a six-figure-salary to becoming a barista at Starbucks and, as a result of keeping a journal of his journey, the New York Times best-selling author of “How Starbucks Saved My Life: A Son of Privilege”:

©2012 Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi and ChocolateGeisha Spills the Sake!™


Staying on the Upside: Reasons to Keep Living

How tragic… you don’t want to be around anymore? It hurts my soul to know this.

I don’t have a lot of wisdom, but one thing that I do know– we all want you here.

  • Your pain is a learning experience to help you grow, know what you don’t want in life and make a move to change your circumstances in a proactive manner… not lead you six-feet-under.
  • It’s terrible to be the “poster child” for “Down-and-Out“, but someone’s gotta do it; Realize that your current… temporary turmoil has the potential of transforming you into an anchor for others who need comfort; Wouldn’t life seem so much more tolerable if you had someone to turn to… someone* who really understood and cared enough to help guide you away from despair? {*Take note: I’m not a professional counselor (though seeking one is highly recommended†), but my blog, here, is a way for me to reach out and let you know that you’re not alone and have this someone as a cyber-ally.}
  • Don’t give your naysayers the satisfaction of seeing you crumble; It’s unfortunate, but true… many people out there do not have your best interest at heart. As the old proverb goes, “Misery loves company.” They just might be waiting for your demise to have something to talk about, making themselves feel better because you couldn’t handle the tough time. DON’T LET THOSE BITCHES WIN!
  • Your presence in other people’s lives is far more important than you’ve been made aware; Being that person who’s been there, able to spread empathy and tenderness to other people, creates community, understanding and hope.
  • Your absence from the world would have a devastating impact on others… more than you know; It’s simple– YOU ARE LOVED. Let the inner-glow of those who truly care about your well-being guide you out of that scary place.

“Darkness cannot  drive out darkness… only light can do that.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Your light is just over the horizon. Stick around and enjoy the view…

©2012 Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi and ChocolateGeisha Spills the Sake!™

Have I overlooked an other good reasons to stay on the upside? If so, please, do share in the comment section, below. Thanks!

†Crisis Centers (I have no affiliation with the following organizations and only offer these links as suggestions:) (USA) (International)

International Association for Suicide Prevention

Thoughts from Low-Budget Sangria

Where is the bottom and when do we know, we’ve touched it? Does change really occur as retreat from a dead-end?

What is family? If only by paper, is such a thing any worse or better than by blood with no sense of loyalty, love or honor? Does “family” of the heart, soul and spirit surmount any other definition?

Is there a statute of limitation on a sentence dealt to someone for bad karma? Are hexes allowed to cross-over to those who have re-birthed into a new form?

When one has no will to live and is resigned to letting God/ the gods/ Universe decide one’s fate, is that a form of defeat, faith and/ or cry for help from a lost soul?

Where is the top and when do we know that we’ve touched it? Will the heavens open up with a glorious light from the sun, aligned with clouds in allegiance to the magnificence of the blue sky?

Where is our inner-peace and when is it scheduled to come?


©2012 Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi and ChocolateGeisha Spills the Sake!™

I Want You… I Knead You!

During our latest episode of “Healing the Hooves”, my husband (the samurai) and I (wretched shrew) went for random, no-frills dry rubbing (oooh… sounds dirty) to conquer the cramps of our beaten arches and twinkle toes with flickers that needed recharging– simple, yet sensational. In the future, however, completely away from our laptops and “lazy day” attitudes, we just might pull out the fun, creamy, oily props for our very own “Shiatsu Olympics”.

Our sessions are usually impromptu, but frequent enough that we understand each other’s non-verbal signals of puppy-dog eyes and out-stretched limbs in our playmate’s direction to silently shout  (in Michael Buffer fashion), “Let’s Get Ready to RUB-le!!!

One of the great things about simultaneous stimulation (feet, people, feet… focus!) is being able to More

Stuck in a Rut? Get Your Pipes Cleaned.

That was the gist of my advice to writer, Simone Grant, after reading her blog where she came to the realization that her home wasn’t as sweet of an abode as one might want to savor on return from a mini-vacation… let alone, bring a date.

In my experience, feng shui goes a long way in ridding an environment of negative energy. My big picture, however, isn’t really about delving into an ancient, Chinese art or moving around furniture…

Well, not exactly.

It’s about freeing ourselves from all the clutter and self-inflicted complications of life.

Imagine showering, primping and smelling good with -eyes on the prize- of an epic time at a great, impressive venue, just to discover that More

Road Trip: Two Cats and a Pomeranian

• a hysterical, 1-1/2-year-old kitty, Chloe (escaped from her bag, but wearing a cat leash {don’t judge me}) urinating and defecating on the soft, zippered carrier of her older brother, Luca, the cat (who experienced his first, pseudo-incestuous “golden shower” {scandal!}

• wee-wee paw prints on the jeans of human Mommy, strapped in to a papoose for a Pomeranian, as well as a seatbelt while drama queen, Zsa-Zsa, the dog helps the chaos ensue with her “The Sky Is Falling!!!” routine

• a truck that smells like a More

London– Getting Ready to Fly to Meet “My Guy”

Thrilled to travel the world, but weary of flying being the prerequisite to get to most destinations– my conundrum.

Aviophobia was one of the reasons that I had chosen to move to London… so, I could make it my hub for traveling and hop on a Eurostar train to see other parts of Europe. I discovered that my expectations were too high, however, once I learned that those locomotives only went as far as Brussels and Paris (I’d be annoyed if I read what I just wrote from some other whiny traveler complaining that he or she could only get to certain parts of Europe… are you?)

{so unintentionally highfalutin}

A proclivity for control could (easily) have been the diagnosis for the anxiety that I felt (and feel) at the idea of someone else having my life in their hands– the events of September 11th were a factor, but my issues showed up long before that catastrophe; The deal breaker happened in 1999 when two planes crashed, back to back, within a short period of time while I was working for the news in South Florida. The particular incident that mentally scarred me, for life, was the EgyptAir disaster… found to have been intentional; This was the first time that I had heard of someone– a leader, in charge of the welfare of others– being suicidal and willing to harm innocent people as a means to an end.

I’d begin to freak out about elevators, as well, after two people at the Empire State Building survived a free-fall, the result of a faulty cable snapping that was supposed to secure the cab holding the passengers on the 44th floor which ended up at the fourth level in four seconds– this having taken place right before my move to the “city of skyscrapers” and lifts that hit the clouds.

As you can imagine, my mindset for being in an airplane for over six hours was off to a great start. There was a man to meet, in any case. So, I’d shake the nerves, one way or another.

My antidote for curing angst… Jack Daniel’s®.

I’ve always referred to Jack as my “boyfriend”, now that I’m married though, I tenderly call “him” my lover (LUVA” when I’m feeling fancy).

Security at the airport found my whiskey paramour in my carry-on bag. In 2004, strict rules against liquids in-flight weren’t in place. So, instead of being reprimanded and forced to surrender my “medicine of champions”, the male officer, chuckled at his discovery and began to pretend that he was splashing the spirits under his arm pits like cologne! Hahahaa…

My adventure through inspection also entailed the newly mandated procedure of everyone having to take off his or her footwear, following the sad attempt at terrorism by the “Shoe Bomber“, back in 2001. Seeing as I hadn’t flown in a while, I was surprised by the request and exclaimed my relief of having gone for a pedicure before the trip.

It would take a while for the fog of naïveté to lift from over my head before I’d realize that though I had gone through a generally innocuous search, the silly questioning that followed, from a fellow woman of color, wasn’t so innocent–

I was being profiled.

There are always those understandable occasions where it’s necessary to confirm that passengers are getting on the right plane, but she had a look of suspicion on her face as I entered the boarding bridge for the plane.

Female security officer: “Where are you going?” was what she yelled out behind me, as I had already passed her with ticket in-hand, that stated in bold that I was hopping on the Virgin Atlantic (love them) going to London.

Moi: “Uhhh… LON~DON!!!” with a perplexed look on my face that basically said, “DUH… don’t you know where this plane is heading!!!?”

Only after I walked away to enter the plane that I’d realize, it was -apparently- unusual to be a young, black chick, with ghetto~fabulous Macy Grey hair and a blonde streak (that made me look more like “Lady Frankenstein) to be traveling alone to Europe. I knew what her look was because I had received it before on a solo trip to Niagara Falls and regularly while in clubs and pubs; I have always enjoyed being an independent lone-wolf who didn’t need an escort to socialize about town and some people (usually tourists) would be openly amazed by my gumption to do what I wanted (other idiots would take it as my being a hooker, but hey, such stupid mistakes occurred near the infamous Eighth (8th) Avenue of Times Square in NYC… remembered for its era of pimps, hookers, runaways and peep shows… primarily gone now).

This guard was no better– How could someone, like me, afford to go to Europe, alone… and why would I? Only a cultured person might do such a thing. Without question, I was smuggling drugs or something (rolling my eyes)!

Have I mentioned that in all my years of living, I’ve never smoked pot or done any sort of illegal drug… let alone smuggle or sell it!!!?

Whatever… SCREW HER.

And with that, the plane took off.


©2011 Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi and ChocolateGeisha Spills the Sake!™ All images are copyrighted by their respective authors.

Caricatures from the Newsroom: A Video Editor’s Amateur View of Figureheads– Days Following September 11th

Briefly (probably not), I’ll say, that day… hours before everything occurred, I was working the overnight shift as a TV news video editor for “Today in New York”, NBC’s local, morning news. It was a very slow, boring shift and I had been sitting in my edit bay, cyber-browsing through, making a random “wish list” for myself… four to be exact; I recall this because my friend who escaped and survived the falling Twin Towers of the World Trade Center would later (coincidentally? I think not) buy me everything that was listed on that date for my birthday on September 27th. Finally, after staying 40 minutes beyond my scheduled tour to play on the computer, I left.

Ten minutes later, the first plane would hit.

I was clueless, and took my usual morning stroll home from Rockefeller Plaza, on 49th Street, to my old, studio apartment on the Upper(-Upper) East Side of Manhattan on 106th Street and Lexington Avenue. My only alarm was passing parked cars with radios on, hearing the same somber voice of a man stating that there was a fire near Wall Street.

Two other clues of there being something wrong, that later, would become clear to me were:

  1. My cell phone kept giving me a busy signal when I tried to dial out, making me think that I had no service (and had forgotten to pay the bill).
  2. When I grew tired of walking, and decided to take the 86th Street train, the rest of the way home, all service was shut down.

I finally realized what had happened when my little sister, Lori, in Florida at the time, called my home number to find out whether or not I was okay, and said that everybody’s phone lines were busy from all the calls being made and to turn on the TV.

It was so surreal to watch my colleague, Walter Perez, reporting on not one, but two planes hitting the Twin Towers. I was then jolted to watch him instinctively duck for cover as the second build suddenly crashed More

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