Learning what friendship is all about

I am learning what friendship is all about.

It's letting go..

Letting go of expectations.

Letting go of worry.

Letting go of WANT.

Letting go of what-ifs.

Letting go of control.

It's not a slow squeeze. It's not a tough uphill climb.

It's easy.

It takes time.

But, for me, it's not something I have to give my WHOLE heart to, or throw myself under a bus for or sacrifice too much for.

When I find a good friend. It will be fair. It will be whole. It will be right.

Those are some expectations, but I'm not worried.

wondering...

I wonder if it's dumb to hope..

I wonder if it's embarrassing to get so excited about things, friendships, and moments.

I feel a fool this week for being so excited about something not for sure.

And then to get the notice that it wasn't going to happen.

I felt rejected. Silly. I felt like a FOOL.

But I am reminded over and over that nothing is forever and nothing is guaranteed.

Yet, there are times too when I just can't help but to wrap myself around an idea or just let myself completely fall in love.

As I get older, I get more jaded. I feel I must be a fool because I still get excited about things and there are others with dimmer eyes treating me like a child for having so much faith.

It's feels a little dumb to have blind faith.

It feels lonely.

To be a fool.

But, nothing is forever.

Dancin' in the driveway

I love dancin' in the driveway after a long run.

On top of a hill covered with gravel. In sneakers, you can let it all go.

Breathe.

Let go of the hammers- -the people that pound on your dreams before you realize them.

Let go of the "trojans in my head.." Take it off.. Run it away.

And breathe.

Kick. Kick higher. Run. Run faster.

And breathe.

This movie was full of HOPE

I'm inspired. Just warm with "Why not?"

I just watched We Bought a Zoo with Matt Damon. And, I expected a sappy love story or a hero saving the world in two hours and a quiet ending.

But, it was far more. It was Good Will Hunting the family version all over again. The characters in the film were flawed, real.  Staggering and full of risk, the film's rant was "Why not? and "You only need 20 seconds of bravery."

The man, after losing his wife, finds himself again in risking everything he has and more. What's more he's never guaranteed to win, but he doesn't look at it like that. He moves forward one step at a time, only knowing that the "zoo" makes his daughter smile.

Twisted and forlorn, he saves a zoo full of endangered species. He's far from perfect. He's scared. Everyone says he won't make it. Yet, miracles keep happening. He hears an encouraging word from a Home Depot employee. He finds hope in a tiger's smile. He finds answers inside of a pocket.

The movie is edited to give you extra seconds of close ups. We see the wrinkles around Damon's face. We see his tears. We see the grit.

No moment is rushed. Though, I had to say the snakes could have been rushed away sooner. I had my head down for that one.

I liked how the wife was a central character in the film. I like how memories and pain are central, yet building motivators for new life. In the bad, there can be good. When there is loss, you can keep that  hope close to heart. It's a new viewpoint on grim facts.

I like that he went away, left it all and found a home inside stranger's hearts. He knew nothing. I want to be like that.

I want to be that person that takes more risks. The person that remembers what's important.  Someone that follows her heart when life's daggers toss you doubt. Someone that takes a leap of faith when there's no net in sight- - yet.

A person that learns when it's okay to let go, unselfishly. A person that sees the adventure  in life- -perhaps even if that's just surviving a trip to Wal-mart with three crazy kids. A person that doesn't back down when a lion roars, or when I land in a pile of stickers.

Why not?

Learning to go in WAVES

I am learning to take life in Waves. Waves.

It's like I try new things. I put myself out there and then grab my knees.

This is a totally new world out here. New friends, some not really friends, some are still surprising me.

Some friends hurt me. I think I'm far too vulnerable some days.

I honestly think I am too true for most of today's friendships. I am the real thing- -which makes me feel like the Last Unicorn some days.

I am learning to guard my heart, to not jump all the way in and to let things be- -as they are- -unfolding as they should, like flowers that bloom in the yard- -or more like the weeds outside of my window that have suddenly changed into flowers.

I think there's a bunch of weeds in my life too, but then, I look back and see what has bloomed out of them.

Friendships that started have died off, perhaps that was God's protection? I hear "Rejection is God's protection," or at least that's what "Steve Urkle" said in The View a year ago.

And, with change, comes pain. It's kindof like when I was training for a three-mile race. My muscles hurt. They hurt for weeks as I kept pushing myself further and further.

And, after months of training, I finally went for it- -JUST WENT FOR IT.  At first is was really in my head, "Can I do this? Am I crazy? I can't turn back."

And, moving has been like that. New doctors. New people. New home. I can't look back. I have to keep going.

The first mile was easier than the second. The third made me want to quit. I couldn't see the finish line. Then, I kept going. KEPT going. Then, I could hear the finish line music. And, I kept a pace. I kept putting one foot in front of the other.

Then, I saw the ending and I saw my time. It was good. I finished and almost fell to my knees and cried. I got overwhelmed with emotion. There was no one there to hug me at the finish line. I was reminded I was alone still... 9 months after moving here.. but, then I was also reminded that as things bloom, things will change. Deeper friendships WILL Form..

And for now, I have the "good job" words from newer people in my life- -not quite deeply rooted. I am still afraid they might leave. My heart still on the shelf.

But, I was reminded God never left my side along the way.. As I tried to remember to breathe. As I tried not to watch those passing me up...as I He already knew the ending.. I was never alone along the way.

Muscles ache. They stretch. It all happens at once- -change. WAVES of change. And, yes, I grab my knees, but one day, I'll look up and see how the weeds of change, hardship and pain, changed into flowers.

Being true to myself.. makes me more than a mom. HAPPY in all caps.

Got new running shoes today. Made my day. Just splurged on myself. I don't do that often.

I did buy some shirts a month ago and I did buy a running shirt and shorts today though.

I did get my hair trimmed in Feb. But, I don't often spend the money on myself.

But, it feels fabulous. I'll run in style. Of course, wearing blue. My shoes are purple and teal though..see, I can live on the edge.. I CAN.

Running a 5K in two weeks. Not that I've accomplished more than 2.8 miles yet. But, I'm okay with that. Feels great to invest in myself.

Also, writing. Went back to writing and I feel so happy. Free. LIKE I found ME again. She's more than just a mom. She's soo much more. I am that mom. So much more when I am true to myself.

True to myself.

I get the story on Tuesday and think it's nearly impossible to get the contacts in a day. It was supposed to be a short turnover. I'm thinking impossible.

Impossible.

And, yet,  Interviews done in two days. Story written by Thursday evening.

It all came together.

And, there I see my name in the byline. It's all the pay that I need. It makes me feel FABULOUS.

Editor says "You are a good writer.. I'll send you more stories.." It's like she's sending me LIFE. Life back into my soul again.

Like the way it feels to run down the hill, around the track, away from the kids and just BE. Just BE.

Just pacing. Just learning to BREATHE again.  Learning to BREATHE for me.

Happy from the inside out.

What makes a happy mom

Took me 35 years and almost 7 years of mom hood to figure it out..

How to be a good mom? Be a happy mom.

This means the dishes may not always get done, floors may not always be swept, but learning when to say when may be enough.

Spending time at the park with the kids out ranks the dishes.

Taking a shower and ten minutes for myself makes me happy.

Diving into two part-time writing positions even as I have to literally HIDE in the closet to conduct interviews, however chaotic, makes me happy.

Not dusting or saving some chores for later to trade snuggling with my kids, makes me happy.

Yes the kids' room is a mess right now, but tomorrow, we can make it a game. Tonight, we snuggle, watch cartoons, laugh a little more.

We smile more. I smile more.

My kids are happy and that makes for a happy mom too.