Because he's so freaking awesome! (Prefaced for anyone reading under a different premise :))
As I have expressed to others many times over the past four and a half years, but with more frequency since November, I can hardly listen to the man speak without getting emotional. I can vividly remember, as I assume those before me can with MLK or JFK, sitting in the Sydney International Airport desperately trying to connect to the internet to confirm what the lounge newsstand was reporting. It was as if time stood still, my, excuse me, the country's, entire future ahead. Finally the arrow stopped spinning, and there he was in a shower of confetti. (Thanks Google, you're always there for me.) What is it about one man that has me so utterly inspired by the human race, utterly inspired by its potential? So glad you asked! Allow me to explain.
Expectations. Of more than what one person can do alone. Of more than what one political group is capable of accomplishing. Of more than what one country can sustain. The expectation that the world is in our hands, that we can control our destiny, and that the only things that are out of reach are what we put there.
Hope. Not of a swift end to the recession; one man does not govern what must be a collaborative effort. Not of an over-night eradication of all illegal aliens and hastily implemented border laws; this country was born of alienation. No, the hope I have is more objective. It is the hope of leading people toward an open-minded tomorrow, toward a free-thinking citizenship.
Promise. To enhance environmental policy, not find ways around it. To earth preservation, not destruction. To ensure my children will know polar bears are wild animals, not zoo exhibits. And most importantly, to promote "culture" as a part of every day education and experience, not a threat or scare tactic.
Am I putting all of my faith in the President? Perhaps, but if you lead, they will follow. Can this one leader do all that I have proposed? Unlikely, but it's not up to him, it's up to us. His job is to open our eyes. Do I really think that just one person can make a difference? Yes, because all individual people add up to an amazing whole. The whole country, the whole world; one world. Obama makes me cry because he makes me see a better place, makes me see a better me. Rivers are crossed one stepping stone at a time, and a blue one has just appeared from the brackish water.
Go forward my friends.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
My Last Day of Freedom...I Should be Running
Today is the last day of winter break. And even though I am not in the sixth grade, and most of my days were filled with a real job and other grown up responsibilities, I have that dull ache in my heart that accompanies going back to school. That ache, however, is also brought on by the neglect I treated this break with. As I tell people when they seem surprised I am still a student, I am on the 10 year plan. This means that compared to the average person, who has completed their bachelor's degree in the standard 4 years, I have been lucky enough to feel the joy and loss of 6 more winter breaks in my life. You would think by now I would have learned to treat them with respect, savoring each moment, well aware that it would all be over soon. Perhaps I would be running, in preparation for the Havasu Half in which I have my participation solidified in my mind (haven't registered yet though! WWFS?*).
A couple of times a year, when some type of competitive (I only compete against myself, or I would be a sore loser!) event comes up, such as the HH, I get psyched. I write out an elaborate training schedule, complete with diet and time increases over the weeks, and then I put it in my desk. And that's it. I'll run here and there, always telling myself I have blank amount of months/weeks/days left to get serious. Then when I realize I've paid $75 to do what most people won't do for free, in just two weeks, I kick it into high gear. But for anyone who even jogs on a regular basis, you know this is too little too late. Way too little too late. I read somewhere that there should be no more than a 10% distance increase in no less than 6 weeks. So if the race is in April and I've been running approximately zero miles then I guess that would be...near impossible. Any math experts in the house to tell me the numbers? I'm too scared to try.
The point of this post it that I'm lazy. Well, no not exactly. It is that I'm tired of telling myself I have those arbitrary amounts of time to get serious about things, about life. It is that wasted moments can never be replaced. It is to reiterate to myself, and anyone else who needs it, that words and numbers and team names may look good on paper, but it's the action behind them that takes you places.
So, self, and groupies...suit up!
*WWFS? = What Would Freud Say?
A couple of times a year, when some type of competitive (I only compete against myself, or I would be a sore loser!) event comes up, such as the HH, I get psyched. I write out an elaborate training schedule, complete with diet and time increases over the weeks, and then I put it in my desk. And that's it. I'll run here and there, always telling myself I have blank amount of months/weeks/days left to get serious. Then when I realize I've paid $75 to do what most people won't do for free, in just two weeks, I kick it into high gear. But for anyone who even jogs on a regular basis, you know this is too little too late. Way too little too late. I read somewhere that there should be no more than a 10% distance increase in no less than 6 weeks. So if the race is in April and I've been running approximately zero miles then I guess that would be...near impossible. Any math experts in the house to tell me the numbers? I'm too scared to try.
The point of this post it that I'm lazy. Well, no not exactly. It is that I'm tired of telling myself I have those arbitrary amounts of time to get serious about things, about life. It is that wasted moments can never be replaced. It is to reiterate to myself, and anyone else who needs it, that words and numbers and team names may look good on paper, but it's the action behind them that takes you places.
So, self, and groupies...suit up!
*WWFS? = What Would Freud Say?
Friday, January 4, 2013
Vegan is as Vegan does
Yes, you have read correctly, it says "vegan". Not by accident, not as a joke, serious as a heart attack. This decision comes after much thought, research, and soul-searching by both my husband and myself. The events and contemplation leading up to the decision masked it in difficulty, but in the end, it was an easy and obvious choice. Most my of groupies (yes, that's you!) have already heard this news, but it feels good to put it out there in a public place. The more people that know, or have the ability to know, the more accountability there is on our part. It's one thing to let yourself down when no one knew there was something to be down about, it's another to do so when you have to answer to others (even if the comments would be about how great it is we gave it up!).
Prior to the new year, we had been rolling around the idea of being vegetarian. Sounded good; health benefits, ethical benefits, financial benefits...and we still got our cheese! We slowly started weaning ourselves off of meat, but continued our love affair with quesadillas and frozen yogurt. The problem I found was that in doing research on vegetarianism, the research on veganism was just a click underneath it. Being the Curious George that I am, I clicked! After that we started clicking everywhere, including many documentaries on NetFlix (how did we live without it?). The messages were strong and stuck. I started dreaming about arguing with people about cage free eggs, and how they are hardly a good alternative to normal eggs. I became upset when I learned that going vegan had more environmental benefits than switching to a hybrid car (but I still love my Prius!). I was ready; we were ready.
We finished our milk, shared one last heart felt moment with our quesadillas, and purged our pantry of anything with dairy. Then we went shopping. Sort of. (This is where my husband just about caved and had his way with the butcher's counter.) There is very little out there with no dairy! Meat was already out, but so were most dressings, baking ingredients, chocolate, and even some bread crumbs. Everything that sounded good for dinner was off limits. As the tiniest bit of depression worked its way into our minds, we made our way through the store, spending nearly twice as long as normal in sections we didn't know existed. In the end, we left with soup, tofu (!), black bean burgers, heaps of veggies, BBQ sauce, and some peanut butter cookies. Sounds healthy, right? It will be!
Needless to say, this new adventure has proven difficult. So far we have had vegan chili, vegan taco salad, and tons of vegan veggie pasta. Breakfast is easy, and salads are good for any meal. We are still working out the animal product bugs, and are finding tons of online guidance and recipes. In person, however, people are less accepting. Most act like I've told them we have some kind of communicable disease, and look completely disgusted. One person told me vegans smelled funny. A coworker thought it sounded like a fun experiment. My brother told me I'd better not (in that kind of threatening tone, as if implying he would administer some sort of punishment if I did. In your dreams Jeremy! I could take you any day!). But we have also found a ton of support from our family, and a little from friends, and that has been so helpful. Thanks guys!
Big life changes can be hard to swallow (like I imagine tofu). Old memories can come back to haunt you. Shortcomings test your self confidence. People's opinions can cloud judgement. But things worth having rarely come easy, and the past is a bridge to your future.
Challenge accepted!
Prior to the new year, we had been rolling around the idea of being vegetarian. Sounded good; health benefits, ethical benefits, financial benefits...and we still got our cheese! We slowly started weaning ourselves off of meat, but continued our love affair with quesadillas and frozen yogurt. The problem I found was that in doing research on vegetarianism, the research on veganism was just a click underneath it. Being the Curious George that I am, I clicked! After that we started clicking everywhere, including many documentaries on NetFlix (how did we live without it?). The messages were strong and stuck. I started dreaming about arguing with people about cage free eggs, and how they are hardly a good alternative to normal eggs. I became upset when I learned that going vegan had more environmental benefits than switching to a hybrid car (but I still love my Prius!). I was ready; we were ready.
We finished our milk, shared one last heart felt moment with our quesadillas, and purged our pantry of anything with dairy. Then we went shopping. Sort of. (This is where my husband just about caved and had his way with the butcher's counter.) There is very little out there with no dairy! Meat was already out, but so were most dressings, baking ingredients, chocolate, and even some bread crumbs. Everything that sounded good for dinner was off limits. As the tiniest bit of depression worked its way into our minds, we made our way through the store, spending nearly twice as long as normal in sections we didn't know existed. In the end, we left with soup, tofu (!), black bean burgers, heaps of veggies, BBQ sauce, and some peanut butter cookies. Sounds healthy, right? It will be!
Needless to say, this new adventure has proven difficult. So far we have had vegan chili, vegan taco salad, and tons of vegan veggie pasta. Breakfast is easy, and salads are good for any meal. We are still working out the animal product bugs, and are finding tons of online guidance and recipes. In person, however, people are less accepting. Most act like I've told them we have some kind of communicable disease, and look completely disgusted. One person told me vegans smelled funny. A coworker thought it sounded like a fun experiment. My brother told me I'd better not (in that kind of threatening tone, as if implying he would administer some sort of punishment if I did. In your dreams Jeremy! I could take you any day!). But we have also found a ton of support from our family, and a little from friends, and that has been so helpful. Thanks guys!
Big life changes can be hard to swallow (like I imagine tofu). Old memories can come back to haunt you. Shortcomings test your self confidence. People's opinions can cloud judgement. But things worth having rarely come easy, and the past is a bridge to your future.
Challenge accepted!
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