Your Own Cheerleader

“You got this, girl!”

“I am proud of you.”

“Stop shuffling your feet, babe.”

“Put your head up.”

“Keep moving forward.”

These are all things I mentally or even sometimes verbally (yep I’m that crazy runner talking to herself) say when I am on a run/jog/walk/crawl.  

When I am on a long run, I am usually by myself.  I need a shirt that says “Does not run well with others”.  J  Sometimes those long runs get lonely, daunting, L-O-N-G. 

I think this relates to our lives in general.  I hope you are like me and you are blessed with an amazing support system.  This may be family, friends, co-workers, your spouse, human children, furry children, etc.  Even so sometimes you are alone – physically, socially, or mentally.  There are times you have to motivate/support yourself. 

Have you told yourself “I am proud of you!” lately?  It might seem cheesy, but I think it is important.  I am a fan of “counting your blessings” when you are feeling down.  Instead of counting blessings today, maybe think of your efforts lately.  When I am really struggling, I try to think of a few things I have done well recently.  

Some examples –

“I am proud of you for washing the dishes.”

“I am proud of you for working out when you wanted to go home after work.”

“I am proud of you for making time to talk to ____ today.”

“I am proud of you for holding your tongue and not saying what you were thinking.” :)

“I am proud of you for getting out of bed this morning!”

It is so easy to think about what we haven’t done, what we did wrong, what we aren’t good enough at, etc.  A lot of times these thoughts occur in our heads and we don’t voice them to others, which is completely human.  In those situations, we have to be our own cheerleaders.  We have to support and motivate ourselves.

YAY YOU! GO YOU! YOU GOT THIS! ROCK IT!

Buzz Ya Later,

Whit  

Music

Music has always been an important part of my life.  I grew up in a house that was rarely ever silent.  My dad would always have music playing on the weekends.  We would often wake up to “Hakuna Matata”.  Throughout the day Jim Brickman, Yanni, Nora Jones, etc. would be playing.  If my dad wasn’t playing music, my brother was - usually bringing something to the mix that wasn’t mainstream.

I played piano for a couple of years during elementary school – not my thing.  I switched to clarinet in 6^th grade and played until I was a senior in high school.  If music wasn’t playing through some device around me, I was the one making it.

 

Last year there was a commercial (for what I don’t remember), but people were asked to put on headphones.  The person watching the commercial had no idea what they were listening to, but could only see the emotions on their faces.  There was laughter and tears.  Smiles and bliss.  Memories.  Music does that to you. 

Obviously if it is a sad song, it makes you sad and vice versa for happy, upbeat songs.  BUT your emotions connected to a song may have nothing to do with the lyrics or the musical accompaniment.  The song may bring you back to a time in your life – good or bad.  It may remind you of a person or place.  There are few moments in my life that do not have some musical connection. 

You probably have songs that calm you when you are stressed.  Songs that make you wanna dance.  Summer songs.  Winter songs.  Roll down the window and let your hair fly songs. 

Music is powerful. It’s good for the soul!

So next time you are feeling down OR on cloud nine.  Put on your jam.  Turn up the volume.  And let some good music wash over you. 

Buzz Ya Later,

Whit

Moving

While I was growing up, my family moved every 3-4 years.  We never moved across town. It was always across state lines.  Sometimes we moved a few hours away and other times we moved a plane flight away.  I am Nashville, Tennessee born and not raised.  I visit Knoxville, Tennessee yearly because I still have family there, but we moved away from Nashville when I was 4.  Next up was a town outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  PA saw me growing up from ages 4-7.  I remember a lot of snow and living on a big hill.  PA is the only place that I have yet to return to since moving.  I would love to have the chance to go back and visit.  After PA, we moved to a small town outside of Decatur, Illinois.  The only “small town” I have ever lived in.  A place where you could send your kiddos to a park a mile or more away from your house and not have to worry about them.  A place where small/out of date schools did not mean lack of education.  IL saw me from ages 7 to 11.  Our next move was to a town outside of Cincinnati, Ohio when I was in fourth grade.  In hindsight, I look back and acknowledge that I have learned from all the places I have lived, but besides Texas, Ohio shaped me the most and has had the deepest impact on my life.  Ohio saw me through 7^th grade.  On May 4, 2002, I asked my mom if we were moving.  I asked her that all the time just to hear the sweet word “no”, but that day she just looked at me and I knew.  I remember looking in my elementary atlas to locate Dallas, TX.  Pretty sure the word “wow” came out of my mouth when I saw how far away it was.  Our farthest move yet. 

An art piece I did in 7th grade

I'm no artist, but I tried! :)

If you have ever moved, you know it has its pros and cons.  The process of packing up and moving is a pain, but having new digs to live in can be enjoyable.  Leaving friends behind and going somewhere you know no one is rough, especially as a kiddo.  I’m starting to think it may be even more difficult as an adult.  BUT it is great to make new friends and it forces you to step out of your comfort zone (especially for me as an introvert).

Moving made me who I am today.  Moving made my family stronger because we often only had each other.  Moving gave me new experiences with new people and new places.  Moving means that I find myself often longing to be somewhere else – just to stop by and talk to an old friend in person for a bit or to be able to visit a favorite restaurant or location.  But moving also means that my life is very full.  No matter where I am there always seems to be a “home” that is close.

In life moving doesn’t have to be a physical move, it can also mean moving on.  Your home may stay the same, but when you move on from something important in your life, you often have the same emotions that come with physically moving.  It is difficult.  It is scary.  The possibilities can seem daunting and exciting all at the same time.  You may also find when you look back that it is the best thing that could have happened to you. 

Do you need to make a move in life?  Maybe you need a new place to call home, something new to become passionate about, new friends that will help mold and shape you into who you want to be.  Maybe you need to move on from a relationship.  And my suggestion to you is to move into some “me time” before moving on with someone new.  It will be difficult/scary/risky, but from what moving has taught me – you won’t regret it. 

Buzz Ya Later,

Whit

Dog Sense

One fall morning I was headed home from TCU around 3:00 a.m.  I was extremely distraught and upset.  It had to do with a boy – go figure!  I had not told my parents I was coming home.  I just felt emotionally drained so I headed that way.  When I arrived home my mom was already up.  She said that Peerless our dog had been acting weird for the past 30 minutes.  He wanted to go outside.  He was waiting anxiously at the front door.  He was acting in ways he usually didn’t in the middle of the night.  When I turned the key in the door, my mom realized why.  Call me crazy, but that dog knew I was headed that way.  I like to say that dogs have a sixth sense – let’s call it “Dog Sense”. 

We adopted Peerless when I was in sixth grade.  On the way home from picking him up, Peerless was crying in the backseat and so was I.  “We don’t know how to take care of him!”  I was convinced the dog would not live a week.  He turned 16 (112 in dog years) last year.  :)

I think the human race could learn a lot from these special beings. 

Dogs have no time for the negative stuff in life.

Every day is the best day ever!  I got a new toy!  #bestdayever I went on a walk! #bestdayever I chased a squirrel! #bestdayever

Dogs don’t discriminate.

You’re my new best friend!  You’re my new best friend!  You’re my new best friend too! #bff

It doesn’t matter what you look like, smell like, dress like.  They just adore you because you are a human with hands who can pet them and tell them “Good boy!”

Dogs have no shame.

“I gotta poop and I’m gonna poop here.  Yep, I know you’re watching, but when ya gotta go ya gotta go!”

Dogs are determined.

They may miss the tennis ball 4/5 times, but they are going to keep trying to get it!

Dogs love unconditionally.

“Sometimes you forget to refill my food bowl right away when it is empty.  Sometimes I have to cross my legs a little longer than I would like.  Sometimes you don’t give me belly rubs when I ask, but I still love you!” *lick lick lick*

We could learn a lot about life and love from dogs.

“People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life.  Like, loving everybody all the time, and being nice.  Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.” 

~a 6 year old’s perspective on why dogs don’t live as long as humans

Buzz Ya Later,

Whit