Of deep thoughts on a Saturday morning and football players

“My focus has always been on becoming a better me, not a second-rate somebody else.” – Rashard Mendenhall

Wisely spoken, my good man. It was just the line I needed to jerk me back into reality. I’m not sure who that second rate somebody else is, but I keep chasing after her. It’s the same old song and dance. The girl who always steps out of the house perfectly groomed. The girl who drinks green smoothies three times a day, nibbles on organic free range [insert animal here], & would never touch a soda. She’s also a black belt and can bench 300 pounds. Unattainable, party of one.

My body carries most of my weight in my hips. My hair will frizz if it detects even a small amount of moisture in the air. High heels make it easier to trip, face plant, & break the illusion of grace. Mexican food is my ultimate undoing. I’m powerless in the face of queso or a burrito. AND THAT’S OKAY!

Boy worked at a summer camp for many years. A child psychologist was brought in to give them a crash course in how to handle a bunch of boys ranging in ages from 8-16 in the woods for 3 months. One thing that always stuck with him was “never ask a kid why they aren’t trying harder”. Sometimes, the best a kid can do is sit in the corner & wail. Don’t make it worse by implying he isn’t doing his best. We’ve all had those days well past childhood. I may walk out the door feeling like a million bucks one day. The next day, it takes all I have to get out of bed, put on pants, & show up to work. AND THAT’S OKAY! 

Also, for those keeping score at home, my dad is doing much better. They’ve figured out the pain meds & he even felt good enough to go to Target this week. Getting wild & crazy, I tell you. On that note, a list of things that make me smile:

*A surly, fat cat who will grudgingly accept my company when Boy isn’t home.

*A daily green smoothie 😉

*Discovering a “surrito” last night. It’s a combination of sushi and a burrito. Why has no one ever thought of this before? Genius.

*In less than 3 weeks, I’ll be in Vegas for the weekend

*Perfume and penguin sweatshirts

*Being able to drive myself to pick up breakfast when Boy is still sacked

XOXO!

Rashard’s full essay can be found here.

And another article that punched me pretty hard because I relate so. damn. much.