Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Pilfering, pillaging...

So personal creativity is a bit dry, but I never stop being inspired by others. Thus, I would like to share something from Molly Barker, the fabulous founder of Girls on the Run. As some of you may know, I have made it my early New Year's resolution to start coaching a Girls on the Run team in 2011. This is something that has been stirring in my soul for years, yet ... well, life in Mississippi happens. The deadline for the Spring season is fast approaching, so it is only by the grace of this universe that I will begin coaching in February. However, I fear not because there is always Fall!

How strange that an organization that, in truth, I have next to zero experience with speaks to me so strongly. And it is weighed on my heart for years. I am so thrilled to be an official running buddy for one special young lady in December and more thrilled for the times ahead! In celebration of all of good work already being done and the prospects of future female fabulousness, I leave you with something from Ms. Molly that I found super-touching and inspiring.

"TOP TEN THINGS I’VE LEARNED BY WORKING WITH 8 to 13 year old girls!

1. When you are happy, it is perfectly acceptable to stop whatever you are doing and go into complete “Dance, Dance Fever” mode. Don’t think too hard about this. Allow the dance to be interpretive and come up from your soul. If this means doing a full-blown “worm” on the floor, go for it. If it means, cartwheels and/or break dancing, don’t hold back, brothers and sisters. Dance, until you can dance no more!

2. When you are sad and you feel like crying…cry. There is no reason in the world, not to. Crying is not anything to be embarrassed about or to restrain yourself from doing. Crying can actually feel good.

3. When you are hurt, either physically and/or emotionally, let someone know that you need their help and their love. Don’t be afraid to say “Hug me. I’m hurt.” You’d be surprised how much that helps in the healing process.

4. When you are angry, let someone you trust know first. Tell them everything. Get all the mean parts of your anger out of your body before you actually confront the person who has angered you. Being human isn’t always a piece of cake and sometimes we think really mean things. That’s okay and just part of being human.

5. Trust yourself. If something doesn’t feel right, trust whatever it is that is giving you that feeling. Nine out of ten times, you are right.

6. If you have something to say, say it. Why the heck would you ever want to hold back an idea on your insides when there is plenty of space outside for the idea to live? Share your big ideas even if they seem utterly undoable or ridiculous. You’d be surprised at how many other people might also have the same idea, but just not know or have the words to express it.

7. Daydream. So, maybe sitting quietly isn’t something that adults do very often, but lying on your back, watching butterflies and making shapes out of the clouds in the sky all provide direct routes to the deeper ideas in your imagination. Your destiny is found in your dreams.

8. Stare at people. Sure, this will make them uncomfortable, but every once in a while a stare leads to a connection and a connection is where friends are found. (The best place to stare at people is on an elevator, so says my daughter, Helen Barker.)

9. As you get older, the fashion magazines and the “age police” will tell you what to wear and how your body should look. They just make that stuff up. Wear whatever you want to wear. If you feel like wearing red cowboy boots with a pair of running shorts, this is perfectly acceptable. Don’t think too much in this category. The human body is pretty cool. Take thirty minutes sometime and just see what your body can do. Leap. Jump. Fly. Skip. Dance. Amazing! Let your spirit be your guide!

And last but not least… the topper, the whole enchilada, the icing on the cake and the cherry on the sundae…

10. Love people. Love them “just because.” Love them with all of your heart. Tell them you love them…tell them a lot. Tell them every day that you love them. Love them with your words, your body and your eyes. Tell them you love them with cards that you decorate yourself, with gifts that you made with your own two hands. Love because you are love. Love. Love. Love."

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Thank you for closing. I may finally have a HOME!!!

I’m pretty sure I’m moved at least once a year since 2003…and now I want to try the timeline:

1. April/May 2003—stuff on curb, so moved to ghetto Mesa

2. May 2004—moved to Charlotte, NC

3. May 2005—change of lifestyle and moved once again within Charlotte…working at the bank, dying to get into Wellesley.

4. April 2006-left apartment in Charlotte to make do out of car and friends’ hospitality in order to save thousands of dollars in rent. Not too many run ins with police…

5. September 2006 – arrive at Wellesley

6. December 2007 – cannot afford Wellesley housing so I jimmy-rig an explanation to live off-campus (rare for the school). Seriously consider living in the campus center, but think for some crazy reason that living with hippie-dippy is a good idea. Not so.

7. Jan 2008—move in with kind old lady in Wellesley. A hop, skip, and jump from the college and the high school where I’m student teaching.

8. June 2008 – Biloxi. Home sweet home in crappy apartment.

9. Nov 2008 – New apartment in D’iberville, MS….until some psycho, jerk of a guy decides to hold me at gun point.

10. May 2009 – Move into base housing away from crazies.

11. December 2009 – Danny deployed – Em to PHX

12. July 2010 – Em returns to Biloxi

13. October 2010 –Em returns to Phoenix for good.

Let’s let all this moving around end so that I can have some sort of home please.


Finally...I may be growing close to having a home. I can't wait to stop living out of a suitcase. For those of you who think I've been settled...I say "Ha!" Since January 2010, I've been living out of a suitcase away from my home while my hubby was deployed. Minimal friends and family, with my real life left behind. I'm used to packing up my life into suitcases and zippy-bags. Maybe with this next move, I won't have to do that anymore....

...One can only hope...