We were a household divided last night. Andy wanted desperately to see the perfect football season. I kept trying to tell him that if the Giants win, the perfect season will be something we have to look forward to. Like a comet or a balanced national budget.
Of course, if true sports fans were to have heard us talking about the game, it would have sounded a bit like first graders discussing the presidential election. Andy and I know that little about sports. I had to keep repeating out loud, lest I forget, “White jerseys, white jerseys.”
After the game, Andy walked out to get one of his favorite movies to console himself. It was great fun until I fell asleep. Peaceful, full belly sofa sleep.
“I’ve been offered a lot for my work; but never everything.”
We paused the movie in time for a highlight we could both agree on: Michelle Obama’s speech from earlier in the day at UCLA.
And I thought Barack was the perfect public speaker . . . Michelle is a force of nature. Brilliant. Inspiring. Funny. Passionate. Wow. If you have an opportunity to hear her speak – please take it!
Before I start my workday, I’m compelled to mention something someone said to me a few weeks ago. I’m having trouble shaking it off. This person is a dear acquaintance of mine, someone who’s in touch with what I hold to be the important topics in my life. I hadn’t seen her in many months. When I excitedly told her that I’ve been blogging, she said, “But are you writing?”
It was sort of like back in college when I bought my 100th dozen bag of cookies and my roommate said, “It’s your body.” Both of these women know what I want in my life, and their comments were like guardrails put up to steer me towards my own self-declared goals.
Yet the reason their words have stayed with me is because it’s so hard for me to take correction. I know that a factor in getting my eating habits under control – finally – after a life struggling was the seed that roommate planted nearly 20 years ago. And if I become a regular writer someday, I’ll have “Ms. But Are You Writing?” to thank.
In the meantime, it sort of hurts. You know? I feel agitated. I’m thinking defensive thoughts. But it’s all a part of the lessons . . . How to listen: I’m upset because I know she’s right. How to let go: release nonproductive thoughts & move on. How to focus: remember what you really want. How to make peace with the unfinished: there’s only so much that can be done in any given day. Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. One breath. This breath. Now.