Archive for March, 2008
What I love about myself: I don’t take myself too seriously. “Don’t sweat the small stuff” is something I live by.
My biggest challenge in accepting my body and beauty: my weight, I wish I was smaller but god, I love food. Why can’t lettuce taste like chocolate?
My biggest support in learning to appreciate myself: my amazing husband. He accepts me no matter what. For that, I am truly blessed.
Beauty is: evident everywhere. An amazing song, a playful child, a loving man and, a laughing woman are all beautiful.
Why I am strong: I have faced many challenges in my life, often brought on by myself, and I have overcome them. I am strong because I help others to be strong. I have passion for a few things, and I try to let others see and experience that passion.
Why I am beautiful: Because I am at ease in my own skin and confident of my abilities.
What women must know: That they can do anything. Women are amazing and when they decide to get something done, they get it done, usually with grace and style.
So, I’ve been in a funk all day today. At first, I thought it was completely weather-induced. It’s in the 40s here and has been raining all day, a gray depressing sky overhead on the last day of March. When I was a little girl, I used to get intense stomachaches when it rained. I’d come home every rainy day with a note from the school nurse saying that I had visited the health room with a stomachache. I am not sure what it was about rainy days that upset me so much, but, for a year at least, they threw my sunny disposition off. Now, in general, I don’t mind rainy days although they usually make me nostalgic for the dorm room I had my freshmen and junior year of college. I was in the same dorm those two years, and the beds were permanently attached to the wall. I remember that on rainy days I always found the time to get up under the covers to nap and read. When I went back to the college as a staffer, I would always look out my office window on rainy days and envy the kids who were walking back to their dorms after class because I knew that they were likely going to crawl into their beds. And on rainy days, I coveted my Richardson bed, my fluffy down comforter, and my stars and planets primary color quilt. So, I was jonesing for that Richardson dorm bed just a little while ago when I realized that I wasn’t in a funk because of the rain. This was not a throw back to 1st grade; my stomach in knots because of the grayness. Nope. The truth is that flash of memory to my Richardson bed did create a searing pain across my whole abdomen, but it also led me to realize what’s wrong. I am heart broken. The Davidson basketball boys lost in the final seconds of last night’s Elite Eight game by 2. 3 more points, and they would have been headed to the Final 4. I don’t know that much about basketball. I am not a obsessive consumer of it the way I am of other sports. But I know that those guys deserved that game, and my heart is broken for them today. It’s silly, really, I know. I should buck up and move on. But, sometimes, when you admire what someone or something stands for so much, it’s just hard to adjust to a loss that is both that close and that deep. I’ll be my smiley effervescent self again soon enough. But for now, I am licking my wounds and wishing there was a school nurse here to push the hair out of my eyes.
In Congress, women only make up 16% of the membership. Only 3% of Fortune 500 CEOS are women. Now, we all know that women are capable of doing both. But something holds them back. The White House Project, a national nonprofit group dedicated to getting women into positions of power, has created a three day course called Women Rule! to teach women exactly how to do what they dream. The course is this June in New York City and there is a contest available to win the training. Check out the www.thewhitehouseproject.org between now and April 11, 2008 to enter.
If you are a Charlotte area blog visitor, check out bell hooks this Friday, April 4 at UNCC at 7 pm in the Miltimore-Wallis Center in the Barnhardt Student Activity Center .
So, my battle against resistance is going well. I’ve worked out for 6 days in a row. I’ve had home cooked dinners 5 times in 7 days. I am not working late into the night. Hooray!
Meanwhile, for Friday, I thought I would highlight some past blog posts, a little medley of options depending on what you like.
The most popular posts on this blog are the ones I have done on songs of female empowerment. I created Imixes at ITunes for these lists so shoot on over there if you want some new tunes. Post 1 Post 2 Post 3
This one sorta hurts my heart. Lola
This one breaks my heart. Dangerous
This one made you talk. Video
Written in a flurry and in fury. Smith
This one is a reminder. 5 for 08
This was one of the first and one of my faves. Danny Says.
Saw this opening sentence on people.com and had to read the whole thing. Hope you will, too.
So, about three months ago, my husband and I stopped by one of the local spots for Sunday lunch. Stephen Curry was there with a tableful of students– this was long before any tournaments– and I said to my husband, “I wonder what it is like to be the best athlete on campus.” The team has been covered extensively in the media since Friday and then Sunday’s win and Stephen is a hot Google search these days. My question a few months ago seems so tiny in the grand scheme of things now. Now, I wonder what it is like to be one of the most watched athletes in the country. My brother sent me this highlight reel this morning. If you haven’t bought into the hype yet, feel free to join the bandwagon now. There’s room; I promise. And we’re real nice.
What I love about myself: I still get excited about new projects, ideas, and concepts.
My biggest challenge in accepting my body and beauty: As I age, (now I am 62), I have to accept that my body can’t do the things it could twenty years ago. However, as I age I accept my limitations more easily.
My biggest support in learning to appreciate myself: My inner voice.
Beauty is: The ability to see the hand of Mother Nature at work in everything about you and around you. (Mother Nature didn’t make mistakes!)
Why I am strong: I was bred for it from the loins of a strong woman I called “Mother”.
Why I am beautiful: Because I am lucky enough to attract incredible people to my side who are ALWAYS beautiful in one dimension or another.
What women must know: You CAN have everything in this life, you just can’t have it all at once. There is a time for every season. Have patience. Life will unfold with a delicious cornucopia of experiences.