I was surprised to learn about President Obama’s Nobel Peace prize award on Facebook this morning.

My first thought? “Wow! That’s cool!”

I didn’t give any thought to whether he deserved it or not.  “Cause see, I wasn’t on the committee.  My opinion didn’t count because I didn’t have a vote.

I wanted to hear his press conference even though I do all I can to avoid what passes for news these days.  I turned on MSNBC thinking I could tolerate it more than CNN.

I was wrong.

I was really shocked by the reaction and discussion.  Hmmm…this really deserves a discussion beyond “Hey the US President just won the Nobel Peace Prize”?

Can someone help me understand the need to spend ALL FREAKING DAY talking about what it means?

What it means, dumbass, is that President Barack Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.  In December, he’ll go off to collect his award and get some money, make a speech and go on with the business of the day. No amount of talking, complaining, whining, bitching, moaning, agreeing or disagreeing changes the fact that he won the award.

Besides, today is Bo’s birthday. Get a grip.

Ok, Ok, I’m being my usual bitchy self.  But seriously, is anyone sitting around debating his worthiness around this actually more deserving?

If so, let me be the first to say, “Tough break.  Better luck next year.”

If not, let me say, “Shut the f*** up.”

(Damn…I was trying to be nice today.)

Perhaps I am naive, but I’m missing the point of this debate.

For the past 8 years, we as a country have held up both hands and flipped off the rest of the world.

We believed that 9/11 entitled us to do so.   To make sure everyone was on board with that, we were fed a daily diet of fear.  Out of that, as if programmed, we regurgitated what we heard on TV and even our pulpits.

“They hate us.”

“We have to defend our way of life.”

Muslims = TERRORISTS.

“If you’re not with us, you’re with the terrorists.”

“Remember 9/11.”

All of that gave us the “right” to invade a sovereign nation, detain 100s of people without charge, justify torture with the sorry-ass excuse, “I was just following orders”, spy on our own citizens and call the deaths of 1000s of  innocent civilians “collateral damage”. (Hey, they weren’t Americans and they didn’t matter anyway.)

So, this socialist, communist, Hitler-wanna-be, hatin’all white people President we have had the gall to stop flippin’ off the rest of the world and say, “let’s work together on these issues that affect us globally because we are ALL IN IT TOGETHER” and we don’t have anything better to do than to question whether or not he EARNED this award?

Wow.  And tell me again,what have YOU done to advocate peace in the world?

I think this so-called dialogue is yet another distraction.  We can rant and rave about how he has more pressure and how high the bar is set and on and on.

Or we can step back and say, “Hmm..today the world honored the US for a change in direction.  President Obama is simply a symbol of that change.  It is up to us as US citizens whether we will support him in continuing down the path of peace.  Is this the change I want to see in the world?”

What are you going to choose?

Fear.

Love.

Hate.

Peace.

Every day that choice is yours.

Today, the US President was awarded the Nobel Peace prize.

What are you going to do about it?

“You were on a pedestal, so to speak, and you’ve fallen from grace.”

I never imagined the long-term impact those words would have on me because the night I heard them uttered by the man I loved, I simply wanted to die.

And on two separate occasions, I would attempt to take my own life, because the pain of losing him was more than I could bear.

When I decided that I could go on, those words had already become deeply rooted in my psyche.  I would spend the next 20+ years of my life, trying to reclaim my place.  It turns out that it wasn’t as much in his eyes, as it was my own.

In the moment that I let everything he said to me that night become my truth, I gave away my power.

Because I saw myself as the “fallen one”, I would spend years trying to prove my worth to others.

I needed their approval because I didn’t have his.

Truth was, however, that I didn’t approve of myself. 

How many of us are hung up about what we didn’t get from another person?

How many of us use our past as an excuse for why we don’t have the life we want?

How long do we have to play victim, wallow in what “they” did to us, blame our parents, our weight, our bosses, our gender or race?

When will we stop the madness?

Every time we look outside of ourselves for acceptance and approval, we have given away our power.

I left my power on the porch of Delo hall in 1985 when I told myself the story that I was nothing because he didn’t love me. 

And for over 20 years I would attract people and circumstances to support my belief of unworthiness because my power still rested in his acceptance and approval.

It didn’t matter that I had a loving life partner and beautiful daughter.

It didn’t matter that I was surrounded by great friends.

My internal story was that I was unworthy, unlovable and simply didn’t matter.

Take at look at your internal story. 

What’s happened in your past that still holds your power?  What person or circumstance are you giving your energy and attention to that no longer serves you?  What story or stories do you have running over and over again that keep you small and safe?

Reclaim your power.

It starts with a choice.  You can choose to use your power to create the life you dream of or you can continue to give it away.

It’s always your choice.

I only wish that at 20, I knew that it was this easy.  But I do now.

You don’t have to wait 20 years.  Or another second.

Reclaim your POWER…NOW.

Live More Boldly,

Lisa