The early morning air was almost warm; just shy of 40 degress. It was glorious considering the temperature during my recent runs has been between below zero and 20 degrees. Darkness spanned the sky, broken by thousands of stars. My body felt free without the weight of winter running gear.
My tracker clicked on and music filled my body. Glancing over my shoulder I crossed the street and my legs anxiously stretched out. I was in my happy place. My body and mind were at peace. The last few months have been full of discussions, decisions and changes. I began to think about the impact running has had on my life, especially during these times of stress and indecision.
Running has always been part of my life, but only within the last five years have I enjoyed the quiet personal reflection and introspection during longer runs. As a solo, early morning runner I am blessed with plenty of time and almost no distractions to just think and be. My mind has wandered, thinking about everything, nothing and anything in between. Running in the darkness of predawn, music streaming through my earbuds, the solace of my feet kissing the pavement and the beauty of nearly pure solitude has helped me learn who I am and more who I am meant to be.
Personal discipline was already part of who I was, but it was tested and honed each morning, rising early to run when it would have been easier to stay in bed. I showed up by myself in all types of weather not for a prize or medal, but for who I was becoming. The only accountability was to myself. I learned to push my body to the very limits and back, crossing the pain threshold and finding the incredible strength within. Each step, each mile, each new morning gave me belief, courage, hope and understanding. It became easier to love who I saw in the mirror each day and to realize how incredibly strong we all are. Sometimes our strength is hidden, buried under societal limitations and fear.
My body became stronger as did my mind. Miles from the house I would wage internal wars on finishing the run or throwing in the towel and calling for a ride. Those days my body would be tired, my lungs ached, my feet hurt and my mind would battle. I would justify and make excuses to stop with each stride. The desire to quit would be overwhelming, but I learned to fight; to the next house, the next light, the next block. If I quit I knew there would be supporters, those that would help validate the excuses to keep me comfortable. I forced myself to push past comfortable. During the final strides of the run I would feel powerful and victorious; not a victory recognized on a podium, but one felt deeply in my soul.
I gained courage and strength to be a confident and unapologetic individual. Each day this journey continues to lead me to the courage buried deep within each of us; courage to be the woman God created; courage to boldly make descisions outside of the comfort zone; courage to use the gifts I was blessed with; courage to be an individual and courage to soar above the flocks.
The lessons and enlightenment have helped navigate many difficult decisions. The last few months have held stress, discussions, pros, cons and the need to understand what course my life needed to take. It seemed to be a battle of comfort and fear. The comfortable path held people and situations that have been part of my life for many, many years. Although comfort doesn't always mean happy it does provide a sense of security. You may not be happy, but you know the players, you know the situations and there is always somebody to commiserate with. Why rock the boat after so many years? Why step away from something that shaped my life? Wouldn't it be like throwing away the years invested by leaving now? These were all valid questions, but my thoughts took me to the lessons of my run. Society craves comfortable, making it almost too easy to be comfortable and miserable than to be uncomfortable and aspiring. I found myself strapped in an environment where individuality and personal growth took a back seat to culture and acquiescence. Years ago my needs were different and now I am different.
There are many people who wouldn't understand, others who would write me off and others who couldn't even grasp why. Fear circled, but it was centered in knowing there will be backlash for the decision to change. Breaking out of the flock, thinking a different thought or challenging a group thought causes fear to those who are comfortable. Individuality is not comfortable and society is afraid of individuality. Where does the courage to change take you? Courage can take you beyond the strappings of society, beyond the mundane and the comfort of the hamster wheel. You stop trying to live in possibilities and begin to make possibilities your reality.
As my feet danced along the pavement I felt courage ride through my body. Tackling the hills, striding the flats and letting gravity take control on the downgrade, I felt my body fill with joy. Each step of my training, each early morning and each run in inclement weather has taught me courage and in moments like this the abillity to use that courage to find the better, happier and truer me. The final push to the end felt good. My lungs labored and my muscles ached, but I am thankful. My music stopped and I breathed in the morning air. Stars twinkled at me and I felt the burden and stress release. The decision was already made. It was time to shed the shackles and soar on courageous wings.
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Change and Wings
Yesterday morning I started my day in a small workout room in Rapid City, SD; six miles on the dreadmill. As much as I despise the dreadmill I was excited to be there. We were on an official NCAA visit for our oldest at the South Dakota School of Mines. As my mind eased into the music and my legs accepted the static rhythm of the dreadmill I begin to think about what the day would entail; visits with athletes and the coaching staff, touring the campus and the chance to visit with engineering professors. Where had the time gone? Just yesterday he was toddling around with his crooked batman smile, wearing his Buzz costume everywhere and asking every question possible with his inquisitive mind. Each step brought a different memory; some made me smile, some made me sad, but all reinforced how blessed I am to be a Mom!
Every day I am thankful for the gift of being a parent. My children are not perfect and as parents we are not even close to perfect. We have weathered sleepless nights, stays in the hospital, attitude, scrapes, bruises, firsts and lasts. There were moments when we had to make the difficult parent decisions and discipline when it would have been easier to let something slide. I have shed quiet tears in the back of my closet when I was overwhelmed with being a parent, when I didn't think I could take one more sassy comment or when my heart hurt because my kiddo had been hurt by life. The desire to protect was so strong, but we knew that protecting them from everything would not prepare them for the life's curveballs. Our kids have eaten dirt and bugs, have put their mouths on shopping cart handles and lived. They drank out of the garden hose, have ridden their bikes all over town, without a parental tail and have traveled internationally without Mom and Dad . They have had conversations with teachers about grades and made difficult decisions about friends. When they have been hurt, or when everything didn't work out the way they hoped my heart ached. I wanted so badly to make it better, to fix the wrong, but I offered love and support and walked them through how best to deal with the dissappointment. Life isn't fair and it doesn't always work out the way we want. It is just as important to know how to lose as it is to know how to win.
Our lives changed drastically when we decided to have kids. We went from almost six years as DINKS (dual income, no kids) to having a little person who was now solely our responsibility. Gone were Sunday afternoons devoted to NASCAR and long naps, last minute road trips, late night drinks and dancing with friends as well as many other little things that were part of our lives. We have always tried to do our best, but parenting does not come with a guide book. Plenty of advice was given along with condemnation from those who believed we were doing it wrong, We shared plenty of laughter and tears. In the end our hope is to love our children, no matter what; provide a safe and happy home to grow in; celebrate the small moments as those are the moments that matter and raise them to be good, strong, faithful, independent, healthy members of society. 18 years is such a short time to have them close, love on them and help them develop their wings.
Raising our boys we expected them to be kind, compassionate, think for themselves and always give their best effort. We tried to set a good example for them to follow. Part of setting that example was letting our kids understand we are not perfect parents and have and will continue to make mistakes in all aspects of life. We don't try to make mistakes they are simply part of life and perfection is unattainable. The most important lesson is to not make the same mistakes twice and to learn from the ones you have made. We expect their best effort always, and taught them to take responsibility for their effort and the choices they make. We didn't helicopter parent; jumping in when things weren't just right, trying to pave a perfect path; doing things for them they could do themselves. We taught them to be self sufficient and to take responsibility for the decisions they make. They have made mistakes, learned from them and will continue to do so.
As parents we never answered with, "Because I said so." I remember when the boys were little we were strict on bedtime. We created a routine, bath, book and bed at the same time every night. We never fought with them about it. It just was expected. The first time we visited family when other cousins were around, Tyler asked why he had to go to bed when everyone else stayed up. (The boys stayed up late on numerous occasions, but when they were little the lack of sleep made them cranky). I explained how important sleep was to a growing kiddo. It kept him healthier, let his body heal and helped him grow. It made sense to him and he didn't feel bad about going to bed.
As the boys grew older, the conversations changed from bedtimes to smoking, vaping, alcohol and drugs. We told them they would be tempted in many situations and to realize, ahead of time, there would be consequences for their choices. We made sure they understood they would be responsible for those consequences; if you drink under the age of 21, it is illegal. If you get arrested or do something stupid you will have multiple consequences to face. You have to decide if that is worth it to you. We talked about reaching out to us in the midst of a bad decision to not make a decision even worse; don't ever drink and drive or get in a car with someone who has been drinking and driving. EVER. Their uncles were wonderful examples of reaching out and asking for rides Our hearts ached as some of their lifelong friends began to make decisions about drinking, marijuana, vaping and smoking. The boys were faced with choosing time they spent with those friends.
We encourage them to think for themselves and not simply regurgitate something they heard; research it, understand it and have a basis for your personal belief and thoughts. We have learned as much from our boys as they have learned from us. We treasure their thoughts, and perspectives. Our ideas aren't always the same and the boys don't always agree with us, but it is done with mutual respect. To be strong in earning their wings they should develop their own thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
At 18 and 15 the boys still hug us in front of friends. They tell us they love us and actually enjoy spending time together as a family. The are good friends and depend on each other rather than hammering on each other. They stand up for what they believe in, have compassion for others and think for themselves.
After my run we headed, as a family, to SDSMT. The visit went well and we watched as Tyler asked his questions and took in everything the campus had to offer. He shook hands with coaches and professors, asked good questions, answered questions and formed his own opinion of the experience. We were so glad to be part, not to hover, but to share in his joy. When the final visit has been made and all of the options weighed Tyler will make HIS decision and we will support his decision.
During the five hour ride home I gloried in the setting sun and the chance to be together as a family. The boys were in the back, watching a childhood movie. I smiled when T asked Austin, "What does this remind you of?" Austin's answer, "Pure nostalgia." I soaked up their conversation more than usual, their back and forth thoughts on the movie, their silly comments, their friendship and love for each other. We only have months left to share these experiences with both of our boys.
Life is constant change. Each season brings joy, laughter, memories and usually a few tears. As the sun sets on this season of our life and our 18 year old begins his own seasons, we pray he continues to be the smart, talented and strong individual we raised. We encourage him to continue to make mistakes, to live life fully and to know that he always has a safe place to land.
Our hearts will ache at graduation and things will never be the same, but our joy is in knowing we raised Tyler to be his own person. He will be stronger without the shadow of mom and dad. We worked on preparing him as well as preparing ourselves for the day he is ready to spread his wings and soar.
Every day I am thankful for the gift of being a parent. My children are not perfect and as parents we are not even close to perfect. We have weathered sleepless nights, stays in the hospital, attitude, scrapes, bruises, firsts and lasts. There were moments when we had to make the difficult parent decisions and discipline when it would have been easier to let something slide. I have shed quiet tears in the back of my closet when I was overwhelmed with being a parent, when I didn't think I could take one more sassy comment or when my heart hurt because my kiddo had been hurt by life. The desire to protect was so strong, but we knew that protecting them from everything would not prepare them for the life's curveballs. Our kids have eaten dirt and bugs, have put their mouths on shopping cart handles and lived. They drank out of the garden hose, have ridden their bikes all over town, without a parental tail and have traveled internationally without Mom and Dad . They have had conversations with teachers about grades and made difficult decisions about friends. When they have been hurt, or when everything didn't work out the way they hoped my heart ached. I wanted so badly to make it better, to fix the wrong, but I offered love and support and walked them through how best to deal with the dissappointment. Life isn't fair and it doesn't always work out the way we want. It is just as important to know how to lose as it is to know how to win.
Our lives changed drastically when we decided to have kids. We went from almost six years as DINKS (dual income, no kids) to having a little person who was now solely our responsibility. Gone were Sunday afternoons devoted to NASCAR and long naps, last minute road trips, late night drinks and dancing with friends as well as many other little things that were part of our lives. We have always tried to do our best, but parenting does not come with a guide book. Plenty of advice was given along with condemnation from those who believed we were doing it wrong, We shared plenty of laughter and tears. In the end our hope is to love our children, no matter what; provide a safe and happy home to grow in; celebrate the small moments as those are the moments that matter and raise them to be good, strong, faithful, independent, healthy members of society. 18 years is such a short time to have them close, love on them and help them develop their wings.
Raising our boys we expected them to be kind, compassionate, think for themselves and always give their best effort. We tried to set a good example for them to follow. Part of setting that example was letting our kids understand we are not perfect parents and have and will continue to make mistakes in all aspects of life. We don't try to make mistakes they are simply part of life and perfection is unattainable. The most important lesson is to not make the same mistakes twice and to learn from the ones you have made. We expect their best effort always, and taught them to take responsibility for their effort and the choices they make. We didn't helicopter parent; jumping in when things weren't just right, trying to pave a perfect path; doing things for them they could do themselves. We taught them to be self sufficient and to take responsibility for the decisions they make. They have made mistakes, learned from them and will continue to do so.
As parents we never answered with, "Because I said so." I remember when the boys were little we were strict on bedtime. We created a routine, bath, book and bed at the same time every night. We never fought with them about it. It just was expected. The first time we visited family when other cousins were around, Tyler asked why he had to go to bed when everyone else stayed up. (The boys stayed up late on numerous occasions, but when they were little the lack of sleep made them cranky). I explained how important sleep was to a growing kiddo. It kept him healthier, let his body heal and helped him grow. It made sense to him and he didn't feel bad about going to bed.
As the boys grew older, the conversations changed from bedtimes to smoking, vaping, alcohol and drugs. We told them they would be tempted in many situations and to realize, ahead of time, there would be consequences for their choices. We made sure they understood they would be responsible for those consequences; if you drink under the age of 21, it is illegal. If you get arrested or do something stupid you will have multiple consequences to face. You have to decide if that is worth it to you. We talked about reaching out to us in the midst of a bad decision to not make a decision even worse; don't ever drink and drive or get in a car with someone who has been drinking and driving. EVER. Their uncles were wonderful examples of reaching out and asking for rides Our hearts ached as some of their lifelong friends began to make decisions about drinking, marijuana, vaping and smoking. The boys were faced with choosing time they spent with those friends.
We encourage them to think for themselves and not simply regurgitate something they heard; research it, understand it and have a basis for your personal belief and thoughts. We have learned as much from our boys as they have learned from us. We treasure their thoughts, and perspectives. Our ideas aren't always the same and the boys don't always agree with us, but it is done with mutual respect. To be strong in earning their wings they should develop their own thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
At 18 and 15 the boys still hug us in front of friends. They tell us they love us and actually enjoy spending time together as a family. The are good friends and depend on each other rather than hammering on each other. They stand up for what they believe in, have compassion for others and think for themselves.
After my run we headed, as a family, to SDSMT. The visit went well and we watched as Tyler asked his questions and took in everything the campus had to offer. He shook hands with coaches and professors, asked good questions, answered questions and formed his own opinion of the experience. We were so glad to be part, not to hover, but to share in his joy. When the final visit has been made and all of the options weighed Tyler will make HIS decision and we will support his decision.
During the five hour ride home I gloried in the setting sun and the chance to be together as a family. The boys were in the back, watching a childhood movie. I smiled when T asked Austin, "What does this remind you of?" Austin's answer, "Pure nostalgia." I soaked up their conversation more than usual, their back and forth thoughts on the movie, their silly comments, their friendship and love for each other. We only have months left to share these experiences with both of our boys.
Life is constant change. Each season brings joy, laughter, memories and usually a few tears. As the sun sets on this season of our life and our 18 year old begins his own seasons, we pray he continues to be the smart, talented and strong individual we raised. We encourage him to continue to make mistakes, to live life fully and to know that he always has a safe place to land.
Our hearts will ache at graduation and things will never be the same, but our joy is in knowing we raised Tyler to be his own person. He will be stronger without the shadow of mom and dad. We worked on preparing him as well as preparing ourselves for the day he is ready to spread his wings and soar.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Peace, positivity and purpose
PEACE
Stepping onto the front porch before my run, I paused, something I don't typically do. Recovering from an injury has forced me to pause, slow down and heal. Gingerly testing my ankle I looked around. The sky was clear, the stars winked brightly and it was crisp; creating a beautiful winter morning. A peacefulness soothed the morning. As I queued my tracker and music I was filled with graditude for getting to experience peace before the chaos that usually defines my days. Venturing out my thoughts took me to peace and my renewed desire for more.
Busy is this era's buzzword. Days are packed with everything possible and more; at times even being busy for the sake of being busy. The societal "standard" dictates we should be plugged in and "on" from pre-dawn to dark of night. The result can be devastating; exhaustion, unhappiness, hopelessness and simple existance. Reflecting on my thoughts I paused to rest the ankle and breathe the chilly air into my lungs. Peace is necessary before, during, and after the hustle of the day. Starting off again I grumbled at the slowness of my pace, but realized the true gift it has brought me; a greater sense of tranquility and a renewed strength in starting the day. I am able to pause long enough to center my soul and experience the myriad of gifts surrounding me. Winding my way through neighborhoods I smile at the Christmas lights. They seem brighter and more cheerful than normal. My soul smiles.
What if we all started our days with peace? What if, instead of rolling over, turning off the alarm, grabbing our phones and launching into the day, we woke up 15 minutes early? Grabbing a cup of coffee and stepping outside to just listen, experience, feel and to center. What if you wished a quiet good morning to Orion or lifted your cup to the Big Dipper. The morning may be crisp or cold, but your heart will swell, your mind will ease and the day will begin in a more beautiful way.
POSITIVITY
As I returned from my run my heart was full and a smile tickled my cheeks. Switching my phone out of tracker mode I unconciously began my electronic plug in; email, FB, Instagram, Voxer, Snapchat . . .Unsurprisingly negativity owned the internet; social posts with name calling, blanket statements, negative political rhetoric. The peace of the morning began to slip away, thoughts began to tangle and I could feel my mind clouding. My mood plummeted as my mind started chasing around what I saw. By feeding my mind negativity I was inviting more negativity to compound the impact. Anger and frustration became dominate thoughts and the posts I saw were not the family pictures and experiences, but the reposts that validated or rebuked my negative mind set. In those situations the smallest things become mountains. Like magnets, negative attracks negative and positive attracks positive.
"Tomorrowland" with George Clooney illustrates the power of negative and positive in a thought provoking movie. The loose basis of the movie shows the end of Earth due to the negativity, devisiveness, and hate that is being talked about and aired constantly through media. The power of one girl and her refusal to think and believe negatively derails the expected outcome. Positive thoughts have more power than we can even imagine! Days when I choose to focus on the good my day is brighter, the people aroound me smile more, my kids and husband are happier. It is not that those days don't have challenges, because they do, I just choose to find the good.
What if for the rest of this year we chose to perpetuate the positive cycle? What if we posted only fun pictures of the good things in our lives? Or if that doesn't work we can fall back on Thumper the rabbit's quote, "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all." What if each morning begins with peace and positivity, a cup of coffe, the stars and loving the posts with familly pictures, funny stories, christmas programs and you whispering two things you were thankful for?
PURPOSE
As I shifted my mind back to positive things like unicorns and lollipops I began to tick through day's schedule; run-finished, shower-finished, get kids up, breakfast, work, appointments, supper, cleanup, bed and then start it all over. I realized how easy it is to get into the habit of simply existing. Each day is essentially the same and easy to follow the same routine waking up 10, 20, or 30 years later with the same thoughts, the same schedule and the same melancholy existance. I read a quote by Robin Sharma the other day that said, "Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life." Wow! That thought circled through my brain as I thought about the daily steps that led me here. I truly do like schedule and would be a little crazy without it, but at times it seems as if we are serving a prison term; at the end of each night scratching another hash mark on the bedroom wall with a dull plastic spoon, marking what? Another year of existence? Realizing I look terrible in prison orange I decided to focus more on living the day with purposeful intent. Work was not just a paycheck, but the opportunity to make someone smile and lessen their personal burden. I could make a difference, no matter how small. I paused to smile and say "Good morning gorgeous" or "Hi handsome." I noticed the joy of a dog going for a walk and when the boys got home I hugged a little harder and listened more intently as they shared their day. I worked through the day with purposeful intent, not just to get to the end and start over, but to experience everything around me. I paused in my pursuit of adulthood to recognize with a child's delight the golden moments I am gifted with every day.
We are not guaranteed a single thing. We need to seize, celebrate, experience and believe. What if we celebrated the small moments? What if each day was purposeful rather than rote? What if we stopped worrying about busy for the sake of busy, stock piling vacation and talking about how exhausted we are and started purposefully planning a vacation? What if we purposefully found joy in simple daily pleasures? What if we stopped talking about how tired we are, how old we are, how many ailments we have and decided to live and enjoy? What if we celebrated our gifts instead of feeding our fears and insecurities. What if we made the choice today to live with peace, positivity and purpose? What would that create in our lives?
During this holiday season I invite you to begin each day with peace, focus on positivity and be purposeful!!
Stepping onto the front porch before my run, I paused, something I don't typically do. Recovering from an injury has forced me to pause, slow down and heal. Gingerly testing my ankle I looked around. The sky was clear, the stars winked brightly and it was crisp; creating a beautiful winter morning. A peacefulness soothed the morning. As I queued my tracker and music I was filled with graditude for getting to experience peace before the chaos that usually defines my days. Venturing out my thoughts took me to peace and my renewed desire for more.
Busy is this era's buzzword. Days are packed with everything possible and more; at times even being busy for the sake of being busy. The societal "standard" dictates we should be plugged in and "on" from pre-dawn to dark of night. The result can be devastating; exhaustion, unhappiness, hopelessness and simple existance. Reflecting on my thoughts I paused to rest the ankle and breathe the chilly air into my lungs. Peace is necessary before, during, and after the hustle of the day. Starting off again I grumbled at the slowness of my pace, but realized the true gift it has brought me; a greater sense of tranquility and a renewed strength in starting the day. I am able to pause long enough to center my soul and experience the myriad of gifts surrounding me. Winding my way through neighborhoods I smile at the Christmas lights. They seem brighter and more cheerful than normal. My soul smiles.
What if we all started our days with peace? What if, instead of rolling over, turning off the alarm, grabbing our phones and launching into the day, we woke up 15 minutes early? Grabbing a cup of coffee and stepping outside to just listen, experience, feel and to center. What if you wished a quiet good morning to Orion or lifted your cup to the Big Dipper. The morning may be crisp or cold, but your heart will swell, your mind will ease and the day will begin in a more beautiful way.
POSITIVITY
As I returned from my run my heart was full and a smile tickled my cheeks. Switching my phone out of tracker mode I unconciously began my electronic plug in; email, FB, Instagram, Voxer, Snapchat . . .Unsurprisingly negativity owned the internet; social posts with name calling, blanket statements, negative political rhetoric. The peace of the morning began to slip away, thoughts began to tangle and I could feel my mind clouding. My mood plummeted as my mind started chasing around what I saw. By feeding my mind negativity I was inviting more negativity to compound the impact. Anger and frustration became dominate thoughts and the posts I saw were not the family pictures and experiences, but the reposts that validated or rebuked my negative mind set. In those situations the smallest things become mountains. Like magnets, negative attracks negative and positive attracks positive.
"Tomorrowland" with George Clooney illustrates the power of negative and positive in a thought provoking movie. The loose basis of the movie shows the end of Earth due to the negativity, devisiveness, and hate that is being talked about and aired constantly through media. The power of one girl and her refusal to think and believe negatively derails the expected outcome. Positive thoughts have more power than we can even imagine! Days when I choose to focus on the good my day is brighter, the people aroound me smile more, my kids and husband are happier. It is not that those days don't have challenges, because they do, I just choose to find the good.
What if for the rest of this year we chose to perpetuate the positive cycle? What if we posted only fun pictures of the good things in our lives? Or if that doesn't work we can fall back on Thumper the rabbit's quote, "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all." What if each morning begins with peace and positivity, a cup of coffe, the stars and loving the posts with familly pictures, funny stories, christmas programs and you whispering two things you were thankful for?
PURPOSE
As I shifted my mind back to positive things like unicorns and lollipops I began to tick through day's schedule; run-finished, shower-finished, get kids up, breakfast, work, appointments, supper, cleanup, bed and then start it all over. I realized how easy it is to get into the habit of simply existing. Each day is essentially the same and easy to follow the same routine waking up 10, 20, or 30 years later with the same thoughts, the same schedule and the same melancholy existance. I read a quote by Robin Sharma the other day that said, "Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life." Wow! That thought circled through my brain as I thought about the daily steps that led me here. I truly do like schedule and would be a little crazy without it, but at times it seems as if we are serving a prison term; at the end of each night scratching another hash mark on the bedroom wall with a dull plastic spoon, marking what? Another year of existence? Realizing I look terrible in prison orange I decided to focus more on living the day with purposeful intent. Work was not just a paycheck, but the opportunity to make someone smile and lessen their personal burden. I could make a difference, no matter how small. I paused to smile and say "Good morning gorgeous" or "Hi handsome." I noticed the joy of a dog going for a walk and when the boys got home I hugged a little harder and listened more intently as they shared their day. I worked through the day with purposeful intent, not just to get to the end and start over, but to experience everything around me. I paused in my pursuit of adulthood to recognize with a child's delight the golden moments I am gifted with every day.
We are not guaranteed a single thing. We need to seize, celebrate, experience and believe. What if we celebrated the small moments? What if each day was purposeful rather than rote? What if we stopped worrying about busy for the sake of busy, stock piling vacation and talking about how exhausted we are and started purposefully planning a vacation? What if we purposefully found joy in simple daily pleasures? What if we stopped talking about how tired we are, how old we are, how many ailments we have and decided to live and enjoy? What if we celebrated our gifts instead of feeding our fears and insecurities. What if we made the choice today to live with peace, positivity and purpose? What would that create in our lives?
During this holiday season I invite you to begin each day with peace, focus on positivity and be purposeful!!
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Seasons
Walking out into the darkness, I inhaled the purity of early morning. My heart sighed and I wished the stars good morning. I began my run and could feel the slightest bite to the air. It was beautiful hovering in the 50s, but a nip definitely rode the breeze. Summer was creeping back and the change of seasons would inevitably come. When my feet kissed the street, I felt pure love course through my body. I had missed this feeling!
Almost two years ago I left a job that severly damaged me mentally and emotionally. I haven't really talked about it and have carried the pain and wounds internally. The true impact of that season on my life was hidden, even to me, until recently as I began to fully emerge from the other side. Entering the position positivity was as natural to me as breathing air and though not 100% confident I celebrated and loved the strong, smart, compassionate and unique woman God created. I exuded confidence, joy, expectation and a belief in people. That changed. It wasn't overnight, but gradual like a river cuts through a mountain. In the moment I never realized it was happening; the belittling, lying, constant personal attacks wore me down to a shell. After 6 years the woman who was, was no longer.
When I left recovery was necessary. Logically I knew the toll it had taken on me, but emotionally, knowing I allowed the damage and admitting to needing recovery time seemed yet another weakness. The season of recovery was difficult, more difficult as I felt I couldn't burden others. People often turned to me for solace and stability. I couldn't imagine heaping my pain on anybody's already full life. As this season ended I began the next season fearful, jaded, and angry.
Intial recovery was behind me and I needed to heal. I doubted people. I doubted me. Internally I saw and spoke only demeaning thoughts and negativity. The few logical brain cells remaining understood how deep the poison had entered my system prompting me to withdraw. I didn't want to infect anyone with what had overtaken me.
As the healing process began I battled. Logic spoke self worth, love, joy and happiness. It reminded me I deserved success and the things I worked for, but after six years of errosion it was a seemingly futile process. I had been conditioned; nobody could be trusted, I had no self worth and no matter how hard I worked I did not deserve anything. Happily ever after happened only in Disney movies. I pulled away from people terrified anything positive was a trap. I entered the depths of despair. On the outside I maintained a modicum of normalcy while internally the war was staggering. I don't share; I don't burden, nor did I want to exude my poisonous thoughts on anyone, so I turned in. As I fought in my heart and the deep recesses of my mind, I prayed as best I could, hoping for a window to open and lighten my blackened and bitter soul. Depression cast it's oppresive blanket over me celebrating and encouraging damaging thoughts. I was overwhelmed and felt as if I was suffocating.
Discipline and routine kept me afloat. I ran because it was part of my normal routine and the discipline would not let me quit. Unfortunately the venom tainted even this aspect of my life. Running was simply going through the motions. I mourned the loss of love and joy that was such an integral part of my run. My times got slower and I cut out most races. Races held very little joy and opened additional avenues of critique as I faced not competing at my normal level. I berated myself for not running as fast, not racing as hard, not creating the mountain top moments in my business, for not editing, writing or creating. Deep inside I knew, though, that if I didn't hit the pavement I would be lost. I fought harder during a run and could see small glimpses of who I was.
As the year progressed I worked to reprogram my mind. Through the bleakness I reached, almost half starved, for the smallest crumb of joy and hope. Like the river that courses through the mountains year after year, it is almost impossible to change course overnight. I needed to give myself permission to heal. It was difficult. I kept seeing weakness; withdrawal was a weakness, admitting to damage was a weakness, the perceived missteps in life were a weakness. I struggled. I couldn't share because all would see how terribly I had failed. I gave myself permission to heal and the process became easier. The year is difficult to remember outside of the despair. I am thankful for the routine, the pictures and the stories prompted by the pictures. Without each I would have missed so much and been even more lost.
The rhythm of my run soothed me as these thoughts circled. Every aspect of life has a season. This season has finally begun to retreat for me. The past week was spent in the presence of strong and powerful women, a time, place and company I desperately needed. My thoughts were infused with belief, and I was encircled in love and strength. I am not completely healed, but I have made progress. As I savor the final miles of my run I embrace the crispness and slight hint of the shifting season. I know there are seasons in our life when we must heal, when we must withdraw, when we must forgive ourselves and remind ourselves of the amazing people we are.
The final push is like water on an incredibly hot day, hydrating my parched soul. I am stretching for the 7 minute mile and as my music ends I glance around; the sky is brighter and the birds twitter. The run was good and I am good.
Almost two years ago I left a job that severly damaged me mentally and emotionally. I haven't really talked about it and have carried the pain and wounds internally. The true impact of that season on my life was hidden, even to me, until recently as I began to fully emerge from the other side. Entering the position positivity was as natural to me as breathing air and though not 100% confident I celebrated and loved the strong, smart, compassionate and unique woman God created. I exuded confidence, joy, expectation and a belief in people. That changed. It wasn't overnight, but gradual like a river cuts through a mountain. In the moment I never realized it was happening; the belittling, lying, constant personal attacks wore me down to a shell. After 6 years the woman who was, was no longer.
When I left recovery was necessary. Logically I knew the toll it had taken on me, but emotionally, knowing I allowed the damage and admitting to needing recovery time seemed yet another weakness. The season of recovery was difficult, more difficult as I felt I couldn't burden others. People often turned to me for solace and stability. I couldn't imagine heaping my pain on anybody's already full life. As this season ended I began the next season fearful, jaded, and angry.
Intial recovery was behind me and I needed to heal. I doubted people. I doubted me. Internally I saw and spoke only demeaning thoughts and negativity. The few logical brain cells remaining understood how deep the poison had entered my system prompting me to withdraw. I didn't want to infect anyone with what had overtaken me.
As the healing process began I battled. Logic spoke self worth, love, joy and happiness. It reminded me I deserved success and the things I worked for, but after six years of errosion it was a seemingly futile process. I had been conditioned; nobody could be trusted, I had no self worth and no matter how hard I worked I did not deserve anything. Happily ever after happened only in Disney movies. I pulled away from people terrified anything positive was a trap. I entered the depths of despair. On the outside I maintained a modicum of normalcy while internally the war was staggering. I don't share; I don't burden, nor did I want to exude my poisonous thoughts on anyone, so I turned in. As I fought in my heart and the deep recesses of my mind, I prayed as best I could, hoping for a window to open and lighten my blackened and bitter soul. Depression cast it's oppresive blanket over me celebrating and encouraging damaging thoughts. I was overwhelmed and felt as if I was suffocating.
Discipline and routine kept me afloat. I ran because it was part of my normal routine and the discipline would not let me quit. Unfortunately the venom tainted even this aspect of my life. Running was simply going through the motions. I mourned the loss of love and joy that was such an integral part of my run. My times got slower and I cut out most races. Races held very little joy and opened additional avenues of critique as I faced not competing at my normal level. I berated myself for not running as fast, not racing as hard, not creating the mountain top moments in my business, for not editing, writing or creating. Deep inside I knew, though, that if I didn't hit the pavement I would be lost. I fought harder during a run and could see small glimpses of who I was.
As the year progressed I worked to reprogram my mind. Through the bleakness I reached, almost half starved, for the smallest crumb of joy and hope. Like the river that courses through the mountains year after year, it is almost impossible to change course overnight. I needed to give myself permission to heal. It was difficult. I kept seeing weakness; withdrawal was a weakness, admitting to damage was a weakness, the perceived missteps in life were a weakness. I struggled. I couldn't share because all would see how terribly I had failed. I gave myself permission to heal and the process became easier. The year is difficult to remember outside of the despair. I am thankful for the routine, the pictures and the stories prompted by the pictures. Without each I would have missed so much and been even more lost.
The rhythm of my run soothed me as these thoughts circled. Every aspect of life has a season. This season has finally begun to retreat for me. The past week was spent in the presence of strong and powerful women, a time, place and company I desperately needed. My thoughts were infused with belief, and I was encircled in love and strength. I am not completely healed, but I have made progress. As I savor the final miles of my run I embrace the crispness and slight hint of the shifting season. I know there are seasons in our life when we must heal, when we must withdraw, when we must forgive ourselves and remind ourselves of the amazing people we are.
The final push is like water on an incredibly hot day, hydrating my parched soul. I am stretching for the 7 minute mile and as my music ends I glance around; the sky is brighter and the birds twitter. The run was good and I am good.
Thursday, March 16, 2017
The Affair
It began in earnest a little over four years ago. I had flirted often enough; a little bit here and a little bit there, but never made the leap to a full blown love affair. I definitely wasn't the type, if there even is a type, and there had never been a desire. Why would anyone want to? Spending hours together, meeting whenever and wherever was convenient. As a friend recently reminded me, I scoffed at the slightest idea of being drawn to that type of relationship. But then I was.
The first real meeting tested me. It wasn't easy, leaving the house in the early morning dawn; the nerves, the concern, wondering if I could really follow through. I was terrified. Questions, concerns, denial and doubt all swirled through my brain. What if I couldn't do it? I would be stranded somewhere, alone, tired and regretting my decision. What would people think if they found out? What would they think knowing I tried and failed or even scarier, tried and succeeded. Being true to my decision I took the leap. We began slowly, but even then it hurt. My emotions were all over the board and then my body responded on it's own; no thought, just feeling. It was exhilirating, terrifying and liberating. My heart beat fast, my muscles tensed, my breathing was ragged, but I felt alive. I felt free. At that moment I knew the affair would continue.
As the house slept, I would wake up, dress just right, choose the perfect shoes and slip into the dark to meet my lover. Each morning our bond grew stronger, my dependence grew deeper and I fell further in love. I was drawn and almost addicted! My days hinged on whether or not we could meet; whether or not I could feel that desire and strength. Morning after morning we would sneak away. Some days we were together for hours, leaving my muscles fatigued and my body sweaty. Other days it seemed only a matter of minutes. The relationship helped my confidence grow and my esteem blossom. I began to like the girl in the mirror.
I would pine for our time together even when it wasn't always wine and roses. We fought when I wasn't feeling the connection. My body and mind would rebel, pushing back against the relationship. Some days my heart just wasn't in it and my mind would wander, but we still met. At times our escapes were therapeutic. My lover gently untangled the stress, the conflict and the worry. Each movement, touch, caress would whisk away negativity. We would finish and my heart would be lighter and I would glow positivity.
We have been apart for a week. Like a vengeful woman sickness swooped in, preventing any time together. As coughs have wracked my body until every muscle hurt, I have yearned. The fever, the fatigue and the headaches couldn't dim the desire. Illogically I feel my muscles atrophy, my stamina wan and hoped for the moment we can reunite. Through the haze of illness, the siren's song of my lover, the run, calls to me. My body aches for that intimacy, my heart craves the dark of pre-dawn and our quiet moments.
My affair will continue with running for years. We will meet whenever and wherever we can, drawing on strength, intimacy, quiet and love.
The first real meeting tested me. It wasn't easy, leaving the house in the early morning dawn; the nerves, the concern, wondering if I could really follow through. I was terrified. Questions, concerns, denial and doubt all swirled through my brain. What if I couldn't do it? I would be stranded somewhere, alone, tired and regretting my decision. What would people think if they found out? What would they think knowing I tried and failed or even scarier, tried and succeeded. Being true to my decision I took the leap. We began slowly, but even then it hurt. My emotions were all over the board and then my body responded on it's own; no thought, just feeling. It was exhilirating, terrifying and liberating. My heart beat fast, my muscles tensed, my breathing was ragged, but I felt alive. I felt free. At that moment I knew the affair would continue.
As the house slept, I would wake up, dress just right, choose the perfect shoes and slip into the dark to meet my lover. Each morning our bond grew stronger, my dependence grew deeper and I fell further in love. I was drawn and almost addicted! My days hinged on whether or not we could meet; whether or not I could feel that desire and strength. Morning after morning we would sneak away. Some days we were together for hours, leaving my muscles fatigued and my body sweaty. Other days it seemed only a matter of minutes. The relationship helped my confidence grow and my esteem blossom. I began to like the girl in the mirror.
I would pine for our time together even when it wasn't always wine and roses. We fought when I wasn't feeling the connection. My body and mind would rebel, pushing back against the relationship. Some days my heart just wasn't in it and my mind would wander, but we still met. At times our escapes were therapeutic. My lover gently untangled the stress, the conflict and the worry. Each movement, touch, caress would whisk away negativity. We would finish and my heart would be lighter and I would glow positivity.
We have been apart for a week. Like a vengeful woman sickness swooped in, preventing any time together. As coughs have wracked my body until every muscle hurt, I have yearned. The fever, the fatigue and the headaches couldn't dim the desire. Illogically I feel my muscles atrophy, my stamina wan and hoped for the moment we can reunite. Through the haze of illness, the siren's song of my lover, the run, calls to me. My body aches for that intimacy, my heart craves the dark of pre-dawn and our quiet moments.
My affair will continue with running for years. We will meet whenever and wherever we can, drawing on strength, intimacy, quiet and love.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Creating our life!
My morning runs are pure gold; the music in my ears, the sound of my shoes hitting pavement, the beauty of a day not yet begun, quiet thought and the chance to enjoy just me. These runs, depending on the day, are friend, confidant, consoler, companion, lover, healer, counselor and so much more. Some days my mind wanders, flowing in and out of different thoughts and other days the thoughts jackhammer in a staccato rhythm, bam, bam, bam, one thought to the next. There are runs where I unravel problems and some runs that I just am. This morning was another beautiful union and as I ate up miles I appreciated the fall crispness. After a couple of days off, I relished the solitude and was thankful for my many blessings starting with, the single blessing of that moment.
Today, my thoughts seemed to be behaving and had chosen a single purpose to delve into while I ran; creating a life with the choices we are given. Every person has a different experience, a different tune to march to and a different ending to the story they choose to write. As I run, I think of how our boys have been raised in an environment where boundaries do not exist to what can be achieved. If they believe and are willing to work they can create what they want. We all can. Unfortunately, many people exist in life without ever really having lived. Along the way they forget how to dream, the blinders come out and the hamster wheel seduced them. Everyday becomes nearly identical to the next; get up, go to work, come home, pay bills and do it all again. Different life events will be sprinkled in, but the bulk of it remains the same until they retire. For some, retirement becomes the waiting room for dying. Time is spent wondering "what if" or lamenting some wrong or another.
The lure and "safety" of the hamster wheel can draw us away from creating and experiencing life to the fullest. We have heard the sayings numerous times; eat dessert first, use the good china everyday, laugh, dance in the rain, don't wait, take a chance. What keeps us from jumping in and creating what we want, creating what we love? Many will answer money, upbringing, life situations, but I believe the single greatest factor that keeps us tied to simple existence is fear. Fear of failure can paralyze us. We would like to believe other people's thoughts, perceptions or comments don't matter, but on some level they can influence our path. We worry who sees when we fail once, twice or mutltiple times in pursuit of a goal. The comments and judgements will inevitably come from one or multiple people and those comments rub raw just like salt in a wound. These fears keep us from leaving the safe and mundane.
Just as potent as failure is fear of success. Success can break us out of the painfully comfortable life we are existing in. The rat race lulls us into complacency, hypnotizing us to forget our dreams and our goals. The quiet whirr of monotony whispering over and over, it is good enough, it is good enough. When the blasted wheel finally stops our sight and vision have vanished and all we can do is wait for the end. The few times we view success we may freeze. If we are successful once it means we would potentially have to be successful again. Expectations would change and our life would change. Change is terrifying! Even though the grind is slowly killing us it gives the illusion of safety and contentment.
We love to travel as a family! The memories we have created with each trip become fabulous stories and have stayed with our children long after thoughts of a toy or game. My children have experienced first hand that each new place has something different to offer, new food, new customs, new people. Fear could easily have robbed this treasure from our family! I was terrified to start traveling! I am a homebody, an introvert and large groups of people send my heart racing and I can end up in panic mode. Added to that is the well-known, "what if game". What if the plane crashes, what if you get mugged, what if, what if, what if. Interestingly enough, the largest group of supporters of the what if game are those who are so entrenched on the hamster wheel they haven't yet ventured out. I made the choice to face my fear. It was empowering to deal with it, to curb the terror and really enjoy amazing experiences! I have eaten at crazy, fun restaurants, had conversations with people who didn't understand english, waded in the Black Sea and hiked the hills in Kyoto. My kiddos are amassing similar memories.
When we face fear and move beyond what other people may or may not say, think or feel about us, we take the first step toward owning and creating our life. Each morning we have a choice to work toward what we want. It won't happen overnight. It is a long and sometimes treacherous journey, but we have to bravely take the first step. When we really want something we can make it happen. Unfortunately it means facing fear and taking responsibility for what we choose to do and not do. It means choosing not to be a victim and sometimes going the extra mile when we don't feel like it. It means breaking from status quo and soaring like an eagle even when it is uncomfortable. When the decision is made and the first steps are taken, life begins to change. We realize there is great goodness in the world, despite what we see and hear in the media. Opportunities that were hidden become available and the path toward the life we want becomes clear as glass.
As always, though, there is a price for creating what we want. When we choose to step out, it sends a wave through the people around us. Some may not understand but will try to be supportive and others will panic. Those who panic are locked into the grind or don't want to take responsibility to change their lives. Their reaction is to attack us and how we are changing ours. They will gladly share 1001 reasons why we won't achieve what we want. They will try to steal our dream because they are too afraid to pursue their own! We have to have enough strength, desire and belief to step away from those people. Don't let their small minded thinking impact our grand plans. As we move forward we have to choose the people that fill our space. Are they people who will encourage and give energy or at the very least not steal energy? We have all been surrounded by those who's lives are constant drama; who exist to share one problem after another; who tend to be frustrated with first one group and then another for many perceived injustices. These are the people who can rob us of the energy needed to continue the journey. As we all know misery loves company and to create what we want, we have to limit time with these people.
As we pursue our vision sometimes we have to have faith and leap when we don't see the safety net. We must trust that our heart is being tugged in a specific direction for a purpose. When we don't trust or take a leap of faith we can spend a lifetime wondering what we missed. The only boundaries on the life we want are those we choose to put into place. Creating what we want is terrifying. The fear will push us into the role of victim, will spawn comparison, negativity and complacency. Fear has nothing to lose by tethering us to its side. We, on the other hand, have everything to lose when we are held captive by fear.
While creating my life I have learned many things; age is only a factor if we make it a factor; excuses are the devil's playground; if we never take a chance we will never experience true greatness; there will always be somebody better; there will always be somebody worse; we need courage to be true to ourselves; it is difficult to flock with the turkeys when we need to soar like eagles and we are never given another today.
As I finish my run, I smile and breathe in the beauty of the morning. Thousands of stars twinkle through the dark mantle of the sky. I am blessed and thankful for where my thoughts wandered this morning. Today is a gift that I will treasure. I will not be ruled by fear and will take the next steps necessary to create the life I want for my family.
Today, my thoughts seemed to be behaving and had chosen a single purpose to delve into while I ran; creating a life with the choices we are given. Every person has a different experience, a different tune to march to and a different ending to the story they choose to write. As I run, I think of how our boys have been raised in an environment where boundaries do not exist to what can be achieved. If they believe and are willing to work they can create what they want. We all can. Unfortunately, many people exist in life without ever really having lived. Along the way they forget how to dream, the blinders come out and the hamster wheel seduced them. Everyday becomes nearly identical to the next; get up, go to work, come home, pay bills and do it all again. Different life events will be sprinkled in, but the bulk of it remains the same until they retire. For some, retirement becomes the waiting room for dying. Time is spent wondering "what if" or lamenting some wrong or another.
The lure and "safety" of the hamster wheel can draw us away from creating and experiencing life to the fullest. We have heard the sayings numerous times; eat dessert first, use the good china everyday, laugh, dance in the rain, don't wait, take a chance. What keeps us from jumping in and creating what we want, creating what we love? Many will answer money, upbringing, life situations, but I believe the single greatest factor that keeps us tied to simple existence is fear. Fear of failure can paralyze us. We would like to believe other people's thoughts, perceptions or comments don't matter, but on some level they can influence our path. We worry who sees when we fail once, twice or mutltiple times in pursuit of a goal. The comments and judgements will inevitably come from one or multiple people and those comments rub raw just like salt in a wound. These fears keep us from leaving the safe and mundane.
Just as potent as failure is fear of success. Success can break us out of the painfully comfortable life we are existing in. The rat race lulls us into complacency, hypnotizing us to forget our dreams and our goals. The quiet whirr of monotony whispering over and over, it is good enough, it is good enough. When the blasted wheel finally stops our sight and vision have vanished and all we can do is wait for the end. The few times we view success we may freeze. If we are successful once it means we would potentially have to be successful again. Expectations would change and our life would change. Change is terrifying! Even though the grind is slowly killing us it gives the illusion of safety and contentment.
We love to travel as a family! The memories we have created with each trip become fabulous stories and have stayed with our children long after thoughts of a toy or game. My children have experienced first hand that each new place has something different to offer, new food, new customs, new people. Fear could easily have robbed this treasure from our family! I was terrified to start traveling! I am a homebody, an introvert and large groups of people send my heart racing and I can end up in panic mode. Added to that is the well-known, "what if game". What if the plane crashes, what if you get mugged, what if, what if, what if. Interestingly enough, the largest group of supporters of the what if game are those who are so entrenched on the hamster wheel they haven't yet ventured out. I made the choice to face my fear. It was empowering to deal with it, to curb the terror and really enjoy amazing experiences! I have eaten at crazy, fun restaurants, had conversations with people who didn't understand english, waded in the Black Sea and hiked the hills in Kyoto. My kiddos are amassing similar memories.
When we face fear and move beyond what other people may or may not say, think or feel about us, we take the first step toward owning and creating our life. Each morning we have a choice to work toward what we want. It won't happen overnight. It is a long and sometimes treacherous journey, but we have to bravely take the first step. When we really want something we can make it happen. Unfortunately it means facing fear and taking responsibility for what we choose to do and not do. It means choosing not to be a victim and sometimes going the extra mile when we don't feel like it. It means breaking from status quo and soaring like an eagle even when it is uncomfortable. When the decision is made and the first steps are taken, life begins to change. We realize there is great goodness in the world, despite what we see and hear in the media. Opportunities that were hidden become available and the path toward the life we want becomes clear as glass.
As always, though, there is a price for creating what we want. When we choose to step out, it sends a wave through the people around us. Some may not understand but will try to be supportive and others will panic. Those who panic are locked into the grind or don't want to take responsibility to change their lives. Their reaction is to attack us and how we are changing ours. They will gladly share 1001 reasons why we won't achieve what we want. They will try to steal our dream because they are too afraid to pursue their own! We have to have enough strength, desire and belief to step away from those people. Don't let their small minded thinking impact our grand plans. As we move forward we have to choose the people that fill our space. Are they people who will encourage and give energy or at the very least not steal energy? We have all been surrounded by those who's lives are constant drama; who exist to share one problem after another; who tend to be frustrated with first one group and then another for many perceived injustices. These are the people who can rob us of the energy needed to continue the journey. As we all know misery loves company and to create what we want, we have to limit time with these people.
As we pursue our vision sometimes we have to have faith and leap when we don't see the safety net. We must trust that our heart is being tugged in a specific direction for a purpose. When we don't trust or take a leap of faith we can spend a lifetime wondering what we missed. The only boundaries on the life we want are those we choose to put into place. Creating what we want is terrifying. The fear will push us into the role of victim, will spawn comparison, negativity and complacency. Fear has nothing to lose by tethering us to its side. We, on the other hand, have everything to lose when we are held captive by fear.
While creating my life I have learned many things; age is only a factor if we make it a factor; excuses are the devil's playground; if we never take a chance we will never experience true greatness; there will always be somebody better; there will always be somebody worse; we need courage to be true to ourselves; it is difficult to flock with the turkeys when we need to soar like eagles and we are never given another today.
As I finish my run, I smile and breathe in the beauty of the morning. Thousands of stars twinkle through the dark mantle of the sky. I am blessed and thankful for where my thoughts wandered this morning. Today is a gift that I will treasure. I will not be ruled by fear and will take the next steps necessary to create the life I want for my family.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Destiny
Words tumble around in my brain and through my thoughts pleading to be released. Energy pours from my body as those words find their home; sometimes sliding right into place and other times impatiently hitting the page like gunfire, waiting to be moved, molded and formed into the perfect tale. The stories, too many to be imagined, long to be enjoyed, but fear keeps them inside. What if I share with the world and the world throws them back? Will my heart break? Will my soul bleed?
Doubt clouds my vision and I question if I am supposed to write beyond my own personal escape. Am I a storyteller and is this my gift? Are the words I savor meant to touch other lives? Stringing words together seems so elementary. We are taught from the beginning how to form sentences and how to link words. What makes the way I combine them different from anybody else? The uncertainty terrifies me, but my entire spirit sings and the world opens when I create. My words waltz and cha cha. They are seductive and create beyond a simple sentence. Deep in my bones I feel the difference, but the questions taunt me each time I grab my pen or turn on my keyboard. Is it fear of failure or success? Is there panic that such intimate parts of my soul could be scrutinized with anger, hate and dismissal? Why would my words draw others? Is it worth the struggle, pain and vulnerability? Do I believe enough to fail time and again? Perhaps my greatest fear is that writing is not my gift.
The path is unclear, but deep in my heart I feel the power. Words romance me as no lover ever could. They tempt and tease, urging me to draw people in, painting a different reality, even if for a few minutes. I long to spin an escape, projecting images in hearts and minds; creating characters that take them on an unimaginable journey; painting the innocence of a summer's day or the thrill of a Halloween night; rekindling the joy of experiencing the fantastic. I want my words to speak like a long lost lover, to caress hearts, draw tears and evoke laughter. The tales should be a springboard, teaching children how to dream and believe; coaxing them to find the world locked inside their imaginations rather than the world locked in an electronic box.
Everything I see and feel is in words and stories. A tree is not just a tree, it has a spirit and a story or poem that needs to be told. The words are full of depth and dimension, the story is thought provoking and beautiful. The poem flows with the life of an early spring creek. I yearn to bring that fullness back to a world focused on the surface, to elicite discovery and unearth images of dragons, heroes or forest glades, igniting individual vision and stoking the creative fire burning in every soul.
The words draw me back to my question; am I supposed to write for other people? I wish the path were clear and the answer was posted on a large billboard or written in stone. I wish I knew, without a doubt, that this is my journey and my calling. Unfortunately there is not a direct answer, no bolts of lightening or booming voices from above. The words beckon so I must decide. Logic says it is crazy to dream; better to place your odds on a sure thing; do not take chances; it is a hobby at best, but my heart sings a different truth. The shackles of an unimaginative world snap under the expansion of it breaking free; free from logic and status quo. My heart feels and sees knowledge and truth, but knows I need to take the leap without seeing what is underneath or on the other side. The words entice me to awaken their stories. Writing is pain, passing, life, death, fear, hope, belief, love and so much more. Writing is my path and my journey. The words are my destiny.
Doubt clouds my vision and I question if I am supposed to write beyond my own personal escape. Am I a storyteller and is this my gift? Are the words I savor meant to touch other lives? Stringing words together seems so elementary. We are taught from the beginning how to form sentences and how to link words. What makes the way I combine them different from anybody else? The uncertainty terrifies me, but my entire spirit sings and the world opens when I create. My words waltz and cha cha. They are seductive and create beyond a simple sentence. Deep in my bones I feel the difference, but the questions taunt me each time I grab my pen or turn on my keyboard. Is it fear of failure or success? Is there panic that such intimate parts of my soul could be scrutinized with anger, hate and dismissal? Why would my words draw others? Is it worth the struggle, pain and vulnerability? Do I believe enough to fail time and again? Perhaps my greatest fear is that writing is not my gift.
The path is unclear, but deep in my heart I feel the power. Words romance me as no lover ever could. They tempt and tease, urging me to draw people in, painting a different reality, even if for a few minutes. I long to spin an escape, projecting images in hearts and minds; creating characters that take them on an unimaginable journey; painting the innocence of a summer's day or the thrill of a Halloween night; rekindling the joy of experiencing the fantastic. I want my words to speak like a long lost lover, to caress hearts, draw tears and evoke laughter. The tales should be a springboard, teaching children how to dream and believe; coaxing them to find the world locked inside their imaginations rather than the world locked in an electronic box.
Everything I see and feel is in words and stories. A tree is not just a tree, it has a spirit and a story or poem that needs to be told. The words are full of depth and dimension, the story is thought provoking and beautiful. The poem flows with the life of an early spring creek. I yearn to bring that fullness back to a world focused on the surface, to elicite discovery and unearth images of dragons, heroes or forest glades, igniting individual vision and stoking the creative fire burning in every soul.
The words draw me back to my question; am I supposed to write for other people? I wish the path were clear and the answer was posted on a large billboard or written in stone. I wish I knew, without a doubt, that this is my journey and my calling. Unfortunately there is not a direct answer, no bolts of lightening or booming voices from above. The words beckon so I must decide. Logic says it is crazy to dream; better to place your odds on a sure thing; do not take chances; it is a hobby at best, but my heart sings a different truth. The shackles of an unimaginative world snap under the expansion of it breaking free; free from logic and status quo. My heart feels and sees knowledge and truth, but knows I need to take the leap without seeing what is underneath or on the other side. The words entice me to awaken their stories. Writing is pain, passing, life, death, fear, hope, belief, love and so much more. Writing is my path and my journey. The words are my destiny.
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