Posts Tagged ‘inspiration’

Not only can, but do

This afternoon,
I ran for the first time
in months.

a girl’s just gotta
feel the wind against
her face as her feet
propel her

Near the end
of my run, I saw
the woman who called
me a whore.

Her older
children stood
on the sidewalk,
and shouted after
me about the fat
white lady

I raised
a bird for them,
which shut them up.

And then,
when I reached
the opposite corner, I turned
around and ran back.

The boys jumped
back as I plowed
through. “Sorry,”
said one.

I said
as I

back on
the other
side of the

Do they
think they
could possibly
say anything
I haven’t

the only
way you
run is with
that no words
can hurt more
than running

I’ve run
two marathons,
and, barefoot,
a half marathon.

While they
sit idle and sling
harsh words, I’ll keep
running … running
toward something
better than
just sitting
around cars,
at the
who not
only can,

Summited K2! Oh, wait.

Prescribing Joy: your joy sought!

prescribing joy

A couple days ago, I wrote about a doctor who prescribed me joy.

I explained how this prescription changed how I feel about “just hanging on”:

Beyond that, please don’t just hang on.

Reach toward joyful things.

Seek out and savor that which brings you closer to joy.

Prescribe yourself joy, and enjoy its sweet taste on your tongue at least daily.

I asked you to stay tuned for a guest post request. This post is that request.

I’d like you to sing out what brings you joy. You can do this by actual song, or by prose, poem, collage, interpretive dance, vlog, or whatever other mean feels right and joyous to you. Read more…

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Catholic? No. Inspired? Yes.

My six-year-old
decided to give up
his teddy bears and TV
for Lent.

(While not Catholic,
most his friends are.

Also, truck videos
and Sara Bareilles
on YouTube
are excluded,

I, too, am
giving up
for now, though
I am not Catholic.

I am giving up
eating the junk
that’s left me feeling
run-down and tired
after eight months
of failing to refrain
over and over again.

But the taste!
Maybe I could have
just one beer?

Almost as soon
as the thought
crept into my brain,
thoughts of Lent
overtook it.

I smiled,
and said “No, thanks.
Not today, or tomorrow,”

I once wrote:

I had to give up something important to me to fully experience something even more important.

My teeth, my name.

My mom, my love.

I am not Catholic,
but I am giving up
things I enjoy for
something better:
my health.

I don’t need to be Catholic
to be glad to have
this community
reminding me,
by its members’ acts,
that I am losing nothing;

I am simply choosing
to trade one sweet thing
in pursuit of another,
ever so much

Categories: Health, Reflections Tags: , , ,

You are doing great.

Mark also, not shockingly, walked my youngest sister down the aisle on her wedding day.

Mark also, not shockingly, walked my youngest sister down the aisle on her wedding day.

A man named Mark formally taught my three younger siblings.

He was never formally my teacher, but I learned from him all the same.

He told my mom he’d never taught kids so compassionate as hers. It’s no fluke, he told her. It’s all of them! You are doing great, he said.

You are doing great.

Few people told my mom things like this, though they freely told her what they thought she was doing wrong.

But Mark? He went a step beyond seeing the good to saying it.

With his words, he was able to lift my mom.

I, witnessing her rising, understood better words’ power. Read more…

Three Things Thursday

Each Thursday, Nerd in the Brain writes about three things for which she’s thankful. Today I’m following suit.

1. My son didn’t earn TV time yesterday. He began writing a story instead. Though inspired by something he’d watched, he created instead of consuming.

Each has its place, but as a parent, I love witnessing each (messy, endearing) act of creation.


2. Yesterday I met someone who was so inspiring, I left our discussion feeling like I could build a rocket and fly to the moon if I set my mind on it. I couldn’t pinpoint any one thing–or number of things–she said or did to inspire that sensation, but I decided I don’t need to understand it to enjoy it.

I think maybe I’ll try creating more of that in the world instead of flying to the moon. There’s more day-to-day good in that here on earth! (Also, practically speaking, it’s more in line with skill sets I’ve already developed, so the time investment isn’t nearly so great.)

3. My younger sister is visiting this weekend! YES!!!!!!!!!!

I Don’t Give A Fuck What You Think

I was born of two abusers.

From my father I learned what I didn’t want to be.

From my mother I learned parts of who I wanted to be–not the shrieking, paranoid ones, but the hopeful, loving ones that reflected her belief tomorrow could be something altogether brighter than today.

One minute before I took this picture, I stood with my hand on my mom's doorknob and wondered,


My car has no hubcaps.

One of my then coworkers was concerned when the fell off. “That’s terrible!” he opined.

“Terrible? Really?” I asked. “I’d save that word for a cancer diagnosis or car wreck.”

I called my mechanic. “Do hubcaps provide any structural support?” I asked. Read more…

O, Wondrous Manager

O, wondrous manager,

Life is busy for everyone these days, but it’s never too busy for me to say thanks where thanks are due.

Even in 2014, with Harvard Business Review concisely addressing the importance of good management in maximizing organizational success, some employers still operate as if employees are subordinates motivated solely by interest in large paychecks. They genuinely don’t get why Google and the seven guys above Google on this list go out of their way to invest in–and even partner with–their employees.

high turnover teams

While only Google can be Google, it’s a gift to work here, too. You take great care Read more…

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