Saturday, August 26, 2017

Musings on a Saturday Morning

So I'm sitting here at the gymnastics center while #3 has class. There's a cheerleading team practice going on at the same time. I've always loved to watch cheer routines (the completions they show on ESPN are AWESOME), so I'm getting first hand knowledge of what goes into it. 

This is fitting because this week, a video went viral showing a girl being forced into splits by her cheer coach. I didn't watch the video, because who wants to see that? Seriously, what is wrong with people? This morning I watched the cheer team warming up and they worked on splits. They went down and had someone behind them, pressing on their lower back, but not to the point that anyone was screaming out in pain. So there's obviously a right way and a wrong way to do things. 

One other thing I noticed is how different all these girls are (there's 2 guys too). Different shapes, sizes and possibly ages, I can't tell. But they can all do the flips and jumps and whatever else they are doing. That shows me there's no *right* size or shape. You can be a bigger girl and do just as many backflips as the tiny girl. That's awesome. Not that I'm inspired to try it, rocking my mom bod the way I am. 

I can also see why sports were not my thing, team or not. Being criticized and critiqued is hard enough. In front of a group? No thank you. But these kids are handling it very well and I struggle with it as an adult. I'm seriously impressed. It's one reason why I keep my writing so close. And possibly why I'm more likely to share with strangers than friends. Friends might be more likely to say something is great when it isn't. Strangers won't be so kind and it won't sting as much. You can write them off as an idiot and move on. Joking. Strangers might be smarter than you. They might be *better* than you. And you should take the critiques graciously. Learn from it and grow from it. No one is trying to tear you down. Unless they are. Then that person is an a-hole and you should move on. 

Thursday, July 27, 2017


Okay, so this is the internet, where nothing is secret. I mean, not really. But this blog and my whole "writing career" are not something I advertise. I have a Facebook page that I don't post on very often and I certainly don't invite people to check it out. But, I don't know, maybe I should.

Today at work, we had an office assistants meeting. My boss lady, Heather, is really into team building and she asked us to write down something about ourselves that no one would know and then she read them aloud and we had to guess who wrote it. I don't like things like that because most of the time, I can't think of anything. I'm not interesting. I don't do interesting things. I have four kids, which is just crazy, but everybody already knew that. So I wrote "I write novels."

Yeah. I did it. I admitted it. To people. Outside my circle. They were all pretty surprised and slightly interested and then we moved on to the next clue and forgot about it. But I was still pretty proud of myself. It's not like admitting I have a problem and need help. It's admitting I have a dream and someday I'll achieve it.