Day 3 Naked Face

A new restaurant opened in our neighborhood, and since we both worked late, we went out to eat.  (You may start to notice a trend here…hence the need for exercise!)  I decided to check out the new place makeup free.  Guess what happened…

Nothing.  Nothing at all happened.  It was a yummy dinner just like any other night.

This is not an anti-makeup post.  Whatever makes a woman feel pretty (within reason) gets my vote…however, what if we choose to let our inner beauty shine through?  What if I am more focussed on wearing a smile, being a good conversationist, being an encourager, or whatever else may need to shine through instead of relying on “pretty”?

I spent 11 years in the beauty industry.  The women who sat in my chair were beautiful when they came in with funky roots, when they had color processing on their hair and talked to me about their lives and experiences, and when they left with a beautiful blow out.  All that changed was hair.

Tonight, all that changed was makeup.

What makes us beautiful–creative creatures full of kindness, wisdom, soul, and the ability to create another human?  A million things make us beautiful.

The makeup counter may make us pretty, but it turns out that we are beautiful with or without it.


Day 2 No Complaining or Try the Mushroom Tacos

Hey there!  This morning I was doing some reflecting on things.  I truly believe that what you put in is what you get out.  Life sometimes seems to look like this isn’t the case, but when you look back with a little perspective, you may realize that the plan was bigger than you thought.  You may plant a row of spinach seeds and not get spinach…but two years later a chocolate cake grows in that spot–or a potato chip tree.  It’s uncanny, and sometimes really frustrating in between.

Anyway, on to no complaining.  The thing about complaining is that it never helps.  Complaining and negativity only beget more complaining and negativity.  It makes the complainer and the poor, sad set of ears listening to the tale…well, sad.  It’s a buzz kill, however, it is not as easy as it looks to stop cold turkey.  What I’m saying here is, I failed.  I complained.  More than once.  I didn’t see it coming!  Words would come tumbling out and then I would find myself there, brows furrowed, wondering what just happened.

“That new toilet paper is not as soft as I had hoped,” I said, as if that would add something to our moment of time relaxing in the shade!

Half way through the day, I decided that if I felt a complaint coming, I needed to flip the coin over and get an eyeful of the other side.  “Yes, but…,” I told my psyche when my inner crank showed up, and my easily cajoled psyche welcomed the perspective.  Turns out my heart is better at looking at the long view than my words sometimes show.  Can you relate?

Well, in order to not fail on day two,  I tried the mushroom tacos at Tako.  (The fish tacos were the safe bet.)  They were goodness-gracious-burnt-brussels-sprouts-and-magic-sauce delicious.

Today my crank seeds grew two tacos, some chocolate cake, and a strong feeling that this might need just a bit more work.  If you count up the calories of tacos and chocolate cake, that is about how much more work I need.

Hello you!

Hello there and welcome to my blog.  You may well be familiar with the quote that inspires this title, but now I’ll let you in on why I am attempting to apply this to my life.  This principle motivated me to sign up for, and eventually run, a half marathon last fall.  Let’s just say I’m not exactly an athlete…or I wasn’t.  (I still haven’t figured out when it is okay to use that word.)  Great!  Good for me.  Yes, true, but then guess what happened…the idea rubbed off on someone I love.  He finished his first half marathon last month along with our family that travelled in to do the race with us.  My friend that was one of my inspirations also ran alongside us, or should I say, him.  I happily trailed the pack.

Now, let me take a moment to say this page is not about running.  If it were, this would be quick and easy (a link to an “athlete’s” page would do the trick).  Instead, this is about the awareness that I have about the ability to lead a life that matters to me, and to take responsibility for my influence.  It is about courage over fear.  It is about actions, not words.  Ironically.  Some days will be big and some days will be, you know, “I killed a spider.”  Turns out that growth is a sneaky little sucker.  It cannot often be found in the places you expect it to be lurking.  Let’s use the run as an example.  Running the race was not the thing that frightened me.  I had found a running plan that I trusted to guide me through training.  I had zero intention of being speedy.  I trusted that those two things would propel me across the finish line in the time allotted.  The courage was needed to sign up.  To commit.  TO COMMIT.  I mean, can’t I just think about it a little longer?  I am more of the creative type.  What if I am too busy?  Is this crazy?  What will people think…  

And then I paid the money and clicked the button.  It was done.

The feeling I had moments before was replaced by a sense of excitement and giddiness that adults often find in drops instead of buckets.  Mine was like…half a bucket.  People, I had to run…far.

In the coming days, I’ll probably tell you more about this story.  Let’s just say it has a happy ending (so far) and that I started running again yesterday.  Today, that doesn’t matter.  The thing that is scaring the athletic socks off of me…is pressing “Publish.”

Breathe, breathe…Press