Remember the cool food movies? Soul Food, Tortilla Soup, Eat Drink Man Woman, and What’s Cooking? I’m fond of the food movies, because they show how many of our families ...
For a while I’ve been craving experiences from my childhood like watching old sitcoms, reading stories and listening to music. I’ve been inspired by Contemporary Gospel group Commissioned.
One song in particular that I’ve craved is a reminder to me to lay my troubles down. I can’t leap weighted down.
So, I’m about to make another trip around the sun. And I’m not sure about how I feel about this go ’round. No, I am sure about how I feel. More like how it looks: *pursed lips, sucking teeth, eyes roll, head turns, gaze off to the side, sigh*
How selfish, right? I should be happy especially given the amount of loss of loved ones I’ve experienced. But, remember, I’m human. And this human called her mother.
In tears I tell her (as if she doesn’t know), “I’m turning [put age here], and I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“Well, it sounds like you have some unrealized accomplishments,” she said so matter of factly as if she were flipping through a magazine.
Here’s a mini lesson. I like Lizz Wright’s Dreaming Wide Awake and wanted to share it, which would require me to convert the protected file. So, I go in search of the video online only to stumble upon something that speaks to my soul: Open Your Eyes, You Can Fly.
That is what I’m learning in this leap of faith.
Have you ever had a flying dream? I have them quite often. Only, I resist the flight because I’m trying to stay on the ground to run. I’m afraid that if I fly, I won’t be able to come down. Sometimes I’m able to fly from tree to tree. However, I’m unable to harness the power of my take off. I take OFF.
You may have heard of SMITH Magazine that encourages storytellers of all kinds to craft six-word legacies. Ah, to tell your life story in six words. I thought haikus were a challenge.
I’m thinking of storytelling, because an old short story I read in high school–I was surprisingly more literate then than in college–came to mind. Neither remembering the title nor author, I googled what I remembered, and found it: The Eighty Yard Run by Irwin Shaw.
I’m still affected by the story of a man who’s lost in one shining moment of his youth. I remember reading the story and making a mental note of not wanting to be that guy whose life could be summed up as before the eighty yard run and after the eighty yard run. Since reading the story, I’ve had to check myself, even today, on holding onto a vision of what once was or rather what I had hoped things would be.
I’ve kicked off my leap of faith in two (2) ways: starting a new group project and accepting a new job! And while these are positive changes, they are disruptive. Huh? Yes, change of any kind is a tad menacing, because it requires a shift in behaviors, thinking and patterns. Thank goodness for the folks who help us manage change. One guru I prefer is William Bridges, who so aptly points out that it’s really the transition that makes or breaks us and not the change itself. I’m still using his Managing Transitions work to help me mitigate some of the pitfalls associated with my transitions.