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31 Good Things that Happened in July

I have good news and good news. I have only good news!

As mentioned in this blog post, at the end of every month I’m going to highlight all the good things that happened in that 30-day (or so) span, to give ourselves a break from the well known bad.

You can find last month’s here.

Happy July to you!

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1) This woman did a sexy photoshoot as a surprise for her fiance…dressed as a dinosaur

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2) Nickelodeon released information about the new Hey Arnold! movie

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3) This husband gave his wife of 30 years a very special gift for their anniversary

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4) The 4th of July

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5) Kelly Clarkson had an amazing response to an internet troll

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6) This man started a new job

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7) This man received a much deserved dose of humanity

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8) This guy proposed to his girlfriend/dance partner in the middle of a dance

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9) This man got a surprise birthday party from his favorite breakfast restaurant

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10) This police officer attended a birthday tea party for the first baby he ever delivered

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11) This little girl learned her second word

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12)  This man combed his sick wife’s hair

It doesn't get any cuter than this. ❤️

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13) This kind police officer found way to help a woman he was called to arrest

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14) This mom shared a hilarious story about farting during yoga.

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15) With some divine intervention, this woman got the surprise of a lifetime

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16) One Country gave us this recipe for Oreo-stuffed Chocolate Chip Cookies

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17) San Diego Comic Con released some much appreciated nerd-out material. (Including this trailer for the new season of Stranger Things!)

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18) This woman got to meet Luke Bryan

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19 Billy Zane, Kate Winslet & Leonardo Dicaprio posted this photo together with an iconic caption

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20) This dog made people smile

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21) This man found a way around sitting in rush hour traffic

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22) This girl made eye shadow a nostalgic art

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23) This dad took a dance class with his daughter

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24) It was announced that Mean Girls: The Musical is officially a thing!

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25) The Vancouver Aquarium introduced the world to this baby sea otter

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26) This guy found out he was going to be a dad…

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27) …and then found out it is a boy!

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28) This guy gave a baby some encouragement

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29) After being told to “move to the batters’ box” Adrian Beltre moved the batter’s box to him, resulting in one of baseball’s most hilarious rejections

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30) This man found an amazing display of love

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31) And these guys brought their groceries in the only way you ever should (#onetrip)

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Wanna know the best part? There is SO much I didn’t include.

I can’t wait to see what August brings!

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#ShoutYourStrong

Throughout our lives, possibly even multiple times a day, we will tell ourselves, “I can’t.” It’s too far, it’s too high, I’m too weak, I just can’t do it.

Well, to put it lightly, we’re wrong, so wrong.

The truth is, we can do anything, you can do anything.

In today’s world, we are not strangers to sharing what we do. With a wide variety of social media outlets, we can document nearly every moment of our day. In doing so we have the ability to connect with and inspire others, as well as express ourselves in a unique way. When we post, we start a conversation, and today I’d like to start one that, while not necessarily new, is still extremely important and very personal to me.

As some of you may know, I climbed Mt. Whitney a few years ago and it changed my life. It woke me up from a long period of negativity and an “I can’t” mentality, and jump-started my path to self-acceptance. Throughout the training process and ultimately the final climb, I discovered something within myself that I can only describe as “my strong.”

We all have it. No matter who we are, where we come from, or what battles we are fighting, our strong is the intangible measure of what we can do, and against all odds, it moves us forward.

Today I hope to encourage all of you to not only discover your strong, but embrace it, utilize it, and share it with the world. So, I’m starting the hashtag #shoutyourstrong, which aims to celebrate all that we are accomplishing, both in the physical and mental battles we are fighting.

It is my hope that this hashtag can act as a community, a celebration of the positive changes we are all making in our lives amongst the ever-present negativity found both on- and offline.

#ShoutYourStrong will strive to inspire, not spark comparisons. We are all facing different struggles and we should not let the success of others diminish our own, nor should we be discouraged to share our steps forward, even if they seem small. For when we have the courage to admit what we’re going through, we give ourselves a voice. When we find the strength to fight back, we allow that voice to echo. And should another who struggles hear that echo, it might finally give them the courage to speak.

So today I encourage you to join the conversation. For no matter who you are or what you’re going through, and as hard as it may be to believe, you do have a unique strength inside of you that will help carry you through whatever comes your way. And not if, but when you find it, don’t just share it, shout it!

#shoutyourstrong

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Good Day to be a Duck (How a Puddle Gave Me Perspective)

A few weeks ago I found myself wearing rain boots to work for the first time in my entire life. They were relatively new, in that I’ve never warn them in the 2 years they’ve sat in my closet, so the fit was awkward and squeaky. When I opened the office door I tried my best to tip toe towards my desk so I could quickly change into work shoes. I sat down at my chair and glanced up at the screen revealing all the security camera feeds. Grey on grey on grey.

“Bleh,” I said, “it’s so ugly outside.”

Like most Southern Californians, I’ve never exactly hated the rain, though whenever it arrives I have no idea what to do. At the sign of the first drop, umbrellas seem too scientific to work and intersections become impossible to cross. I reminisce about sunshine like it wasn’t 70 degrees the day before and I sit in 40 minutes of extra traffic on every freeway in Los Angeles.

As I sat at my desk considering all the changes I would have to make in my day and silently cursing my already damp hair and socks, my great uncle walked through the door with his signature cheerfulness.

“Good morning glories!”

I looked up and smiled, “good morning Uncle Ted! It’s really coming down out there!”

“Yup, it’s a good day to be a duck!”

I paused, letting his words sink in as he hummed and sat down at his desk to start working.

When I was little, my dad used to love taking pictures of the ducks that floated across the surface of the lake near my family’s cabin. They always looked so peaceful. One morning, when my dad took my sister and me fishing, he pointed behind us at a female duck gliding our direction. He grabbed his camera, flipped his baseball hat backwards and began snapping.

“Well, would you look at that,” he said from behind the lens.

Just then the duck curved to the left, revealing a line of fluffy ducklings following behind her.

At my desk, I looked up at the security camera screen again; every feed showed a section of the property swarmed by puddles. For me and many of my coworkers, these would provide nothing but grief and wet socks on our way through the parking lot, but those ducklings would have loved to splash and play, just as they did that morning on the lake. It was a good day for them, simple and easy.

Later that week, after the rain had stopped and my boots were back in the corner of my closet, I awoke again to a “bad” day. Lost keys, missed alarm, ripped T-shirt. I got in my car with a head full of steam and horrible outlook on the day ahead.

About halfway through the drive, I got stopped at a light that is never red.

“That figures!” I yelled in frustration.

Just then I saw the cause of the stop: an older woman and what I assumed to be her grandson, crossing the street. The boy held a balloon in his right hand, and his grandmother’s finger tips in the other. When the signal came for them to cross, he skipped alongside her and she laughed before kicking her feet up to do the same thing. It was a good day for them, simple and easy.

I thought of the ducklings, and of what my Uncle Ted proclaimed amongst the cumbersome storm. How our bad days could very well be good days for someone else.

The woman looked over at me and smiled brightly. And as I looked from her to the boy to the balloon I couldn’t help but smile back and let the trivial things from my morning fall away.

A few weeks later when the rain started up again, I walked outside to grab the mail and stepped directly into a deep puddle with my tennis shoe. I stood there for a second, feeling the cold water seep in, wetting my sock and my skin and sending a shiver up my spine. The grey sky thundered in the morning air and I laughed.

“It’s a good day to be a duck.”

And as I walked back into the warm house I get to call home, I realized that I was that duck.

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