Just another blog ~ some helpful stuff ~ some feelings etc

Tag: love

stay in your lane

I saw a tweet yesterday saying that ‘white women need to stay in their lane’ [and not speak for black women]. I am not black. So I cant speak for black women, I agree. As a side note, I think most women agree that a man cant/shouldnt speak for a woman (even and yet, they make up laws for them). So maybe its like that?

I saw this tweet out of context (I think it was in response to something I didnt see) and it had received a ton of responses by the time I saw it, many angry. I don’t think they were saying white women shouldn’t support or stick up for black women, just that they cant speak for them. That’s not the same thing.

Just the other evening my company’s Women in Technology group was discussing Hidden Figures which I think as women, is a fine thing to do, but, none of us were black (on that particular evening) so, I pointed out that the movie wasn’t just about them being women, but also black. *Spoiler Alert* Not sure if the running to the bathroom thing was factual or not, but its still not far-fetched for the time period, and like so many other things those amazing 3 women faced, it was because of their skin color not just gender.

That said, I am not Jewish, or Muslim or gay or disabled, but I stand with all of those people, who suffer adversity and struggles I can certainly imagine, but not truly understand. As a mom of boys, I will never know the reasonable and justified fear a black mom has to face of letting her teenage son leave the house, with lets say, a hoodie on – because maybe he’ll be mistaken as a criminal and shot? Seems absurd right? Why would you mistake my son as a criminal and decide to shoot him just because of his clothing? You wont right? Because he has blonde hair and blue eyes…

If anything, I am embarrassed at times that Im white. Granted if you have to be white, be Italian, because we’re the coolest but anyways. Seriously, it feels like an unfair advantage in a twisted world where unqualified, undignified, unexperienced, unrelatable, unrespectable, racist, sexist, ignorant white men who have fortunes handed to them get nuclear codes when they cant even put together an eloquent sentence. Alas, I digress again (ADD much).

This will get blown out of proportion and misconstrued but Im ashamed that I have over indulged my own children and am very much a part of ‘the problem’ in that way. There is nothing dignified about having life handed to you, with no consequences for poor choice and no achievements in the face of great hardship or challenge.

Don’t get me wrong, Ive had my own share of tribulations to overcome in life and they all seem small from where I stand now but they were large at the times – and I can say that nothing was ever handed to me. I worked my ass off for everything I have but it all could have turned out very different had the strokes of good favor not been on my side. And despite being married, I still stand very much on my own, by choice, dependent to no one. But boy have I been fortunate. So do my kids realize that? Have they learned anything from watching me work, practice, prepare, train or study? I am not sure. I think it may hit them in their 30s but we’ll see.

Oh look at me, off track –again. Suffice to say, the tweet made me sad. Not angry, like some of the responders. Just sad. Sad for our nation. Sad at the state of things in general. Humble, grateful and hopeful.

As far as lanes go, Im on a long, winding, sometimes rocky lane, on the road of life, and youre all welcome to come along for the ride (I sing off key, Im loud, I cuss a lot) but Im nice, funny and I can cook, so take a seat.

God bless.

Be well <3 ~K~

good and well

We are all naturally self-interested.  I particularly demand success from myself at the exceptional level.  I notice a new generation of our youth so enabled, disabled and entitled.  I am part of the creation of this new breed of youth, described lovingly by our first-lady as knuckleheads.   People are mad at her but sadly I agree.

I want to let them go play outside but I cant (for fear for their safety), I want to leave them at home alone but I shouldn’t (because they’ll blow something up).  It doesnt matter that much younger than them I could come home alone after school, WALK from the busstop, cook my dinner and do my homework….  I had a house and a husband and a kid at 25, and now 25 yr olds can be on their parents health-insurance.  The world is different.

How do I demand the same level of accountability and achievement from my children?  How do I make them want and try and care?

And as I sit here and analyze a lifetime of passion to do great things – things that make me feel good, I examine my endeavors.  Would I be just as happy to do good deeds if it didn’t bring me the sense of fulfillment and satisfaction?  This is a debate as old as time, Are all good deeds inherently selfish?

From acts of heroism to picking up litter off the ground, you either get off on it or you don’t.  I do.

Just like a runners’ high, which although somewhat chemical, it is also a physiological.   I think the key is to find your thing, be faithful in your ability to accomplish it and defeat any forms of doubt that attempt to stand in your way – not just the voices on the street, but the ones in your head too.

I keep thinking what I’m attempting cant be done.  The 24-Hours of running & the raising of $ for my cause – AND later down the road, really helping to change the way people live and care for themselves.   I don’t want to fail – but what does that even mean?

When God appeared to Moses in a burning bush – Moses doubted himself.  He heard God’s assignment to him and it not only sounded outrageous, he explained to God why he was NOT qualified for the job.

Who is Moses to question what God has called him to do?  And what better crew chief could Moses ask for than God.

And guess what, if the latest form of doubt/resistance I face is the questioning of my intent, I reject this.   I’ve got this!!!!

I am happy to find a way to weave meaning into my purpose and if that joy is selfish, so be it (amen).  I wish for everyone to have the same – especially my boys.  Hear your calling and follow.

luv K

assurance

Today I admitted that Ive been holding on to an insecurity about my appearance for 25 years based on one little comment that someone made about  me.  If I’m being really real there was more than one comment and I really don’t know why our minds hold on so tightly to one little thing out of a million.  Especially a mind like mind that doesn’t have the luxury of memories like most minds do, I just have bits and pieces.

Now I don’t know if those timidities morphed over time into a full on dysmorphic complex or whatever but I know this – I know that I work very hard and I’m far more comfortable in my skin today than I was just a few years ago (when I was technically in better shape).

I cant explain exactly how you go from one place to the other in terms of self-acceptance or confidence but I think it has a bit to do with changing priorities and valuing things differently.  In my case almost losing things that are important helped shine a different light on them, so much so that I can step aside from a spotlight I had spent the better part of my life trying to position myself under.

We seek different things at different times and our focus changes.  I used to put an awful lot of energy into succeeding in a way that only I could understand and maybe I set the bar just out of reach for a reason.  That is totally healthy sometimes, its certainly better than being a quitter or a self-defeatist who lives in a prison of their own hatred and pain – but that’s another story for another day my friends.

Back to the point, I am not saying I lowered my standards or anything like that, but I let a bit of steam off the pressure valve so I could stop and breathe and appreciate.  Some of this approval and comfort has been remarkably humbling.

I don’t have to be better than anyone else.  No one else has to be wrong, ever.  But I can win every day, even if I have to reevaluate what I’m shooting for 1,000 times in that day.

Shoot for the moon and have peace.  One of the coolest things I have ever realized is that there isn’t a single thing that can ever frustrate me as long as I give it to God and smile and know that the more impossible it seems, the more awesome it will be to see it come to fruition if and when He is ready to do it in His own time – and for Him it will be easy.

I used to sign up for big races and spend a so much time wondering how I would do that I missed the whole experience that I should have enjoyed.  Now I am less than 90 days away from attempting a feat less than one thousandth of the population even tries, and I have zero worry, and not because I’m prepared or trained, I’m just faithful that my purpose is true and that no dream is too big.  What a feeling.