…tonight, we are young. so let’s set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun… ~ FUN
After nearly seven years in my current position with one of the largest managed health care organizations in the United States, after working my ass off, I’m doing something that frankly even a few years ago I wouldn’t have dreamed about. I’m presenting at one of our National Conferences. Sure, I’m not doing it alone, I’m part of a panel presentation, but still, it’s a big deal. I’ve been preparing for this moment for years now, at least in the abstract. More concretely, I’ve been preparing for days now. I’ve written and re-written my script. I’ve done dry runs. I’ve got it down. Here’s the deal, it’s my parents and my siblings who are the public speakers but not me, that’s never been my forte. I’ve been happy hanging outside of the spotlight. But no more, at some point recently I realized that I had something to offer and people needed to hear what I have to say. It’s been an awesome realization. I’ve been talking to my kid today about this subject. He’s super smart. He’s also a bit of a slacker…just like I was at his age. I realize now what my dad was talking about when he rode my ass (a little too hard I thought at the time). As I look at my kid, I want him to recognize just how amazing he is…and to do it much quicker than I did about myself. As I’ve aged, and become a parent, I’ve come to realize that each one of us has the ability to set the world on fire! Maybe all it takes is recognizing that we have the spark to do so!
Here’s to finding the spark that’s in each and every one of us and then burning. this. mother. down. to. the. ground. Cheers y’all!
The way you see yourself will often determine how people see you. ~ Paulo Coelho
Today I read an amazing story of a survivor of the theoretical, and quickly going out of vogue, practice of attempting to “cure” people of something as innate as their eye color…their sexuality. Part of the “cure” these theorists postulate lays the blame for a person’s sexuality on their relationship with their parents. In other words, their parents were deficient in their love and therefore they had a gay child. There are those, often those who sell this snake oil (As Seen On Your TV), who say that gay people are broken. And yes, there are studies that indicate that gay people do suffer a higher rate of drug and alcohol abuse and have higher rates of suicide. I suspect the reason you see these struggles in the gay community is because of the forced internalization of homophobia – when the world around you defines you as defective and you are trained to blame your natural support system, i.e. your parents, it is to be expected that decisions are made that are harmful to one’s being. It’s a wonder that any gay person manages to survive and yet the gay people I know have not only survived, they are successful in life and love. I will never understand those who, in support of their theory, have destroyed so many families. In the scriptures it says that we are uniquely and wonderfully made. Perhaps it’s time for all of us, whether gay or straight, whatever our ethnic make-up may be, every human being, to start to walk in the knowledge that we are great and quit letting the shyster theories of some define the box we’re to live in.
Here’s to living the amazing life that is ours by virtue of who we are! Each one of us are perfect! Cheers y’all!
A conversation, like dancing, has some rules, although I’ve never seen them stated anywhere. The objective of conversation is to entertain or inform the other person while not using up all of the talking time. ~ Scott Adams ~ Dilbert Creator
She wouldn’t shut the hell up. Everytime I tried to get a word in, she verbally ran right over me saying she completely understood what I was saying. It so confused the heck out of me how she could understand what I was saying when I hadn’t had a chance to say anything yet. At the end of the “conversation”, she told me she was so glad we had “had this time to share.” I’m still not sure what we shared because after three attempts at saying something and getting verbally run over, I just tuned out. There have been moments in my life though where I’m sure I was the person totally monopolizing the conversation. I was the one who couldn’t shut the hell up. At least I was sure that’s what everyone said about me (the head games we play on ourselves sometimes are sick!). It caused all sorts of [undue] stress in my life. Scott’s comment reminded me that (i) there are rules to conversations, (ii) those rules make perfect sense and (iii) I shouldn’t get myself all worried because I’m not that guy/girl we all know that can’t shut the hell up. Funny, knowing there are rules and that I’m living by them (for the most part) actually is a stress buster. That and pulling out all my old TALK TALK cassettes and giving them a good whirl (yeah, I thought these guys were IT back in high school!)!
Here’s to playing by the rules…conversation rules that is! Cheers y’all!
Friends…how many of us have them? Friends…ones we can depend on. Friends… ~ Alana Davis
The hip hop group from the 80’s, Whodini, had a mega-hit with their number “Friends.” I took the night off last night from writing so that I could spend a little bit of time with my own friends. We don’t get together as often as we would like any more…we’ve all got kids under the age of thirteen who keep us busy as a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair showroom. Last night we congregated over corned beef and cabbage, green jello shots and lots of laughter. It was great getting to be with those people who have walked together through just about every terrain in our years of knowing each other. We’ve witnessed the highs and the lows. Some of us have had falling outs, and make ups, but through it all, we have had each other’s backs. As our kids ran around screaming and yelling like only kids of ours could do, I was reminded of how blessed I am. Thank you friends for being in my life and for giving me that boost I needed!
Here’s to a most necessary ingredient in this game of life…friends! Cheers y’all!
…the universe is waiting for you to live a life that’s happy and free…
Those are the lyrics from a number that Angela Bofill recorded in the 70s and they kind of are inspiring to me tonight. Last night I noticed the moon rising and it caught my breath. Tonight as I was coming in from the gym, again, I was struck by the moon. Honestly, the beauty has taken the words out of my mouth, so, I’m going to leave you with Angela Bofill performing as only she can. Enjoy!