Monday, May 26, 2014

Happy Memorial Day!

Just wanted to remember all the men and women who have served our country in the military, and give thanks.

Thank you, for your sacrifice! Thank you, for fighting for our freedoms!

Below is a picture of my grandpa:

Grandpa Sumner is circled (in case you wondered)
He had a limp from a horse-riding accident as a youth and so when he tried to join the Army during World War II, they wouldn't take him. The Navy wouldn't. The Marines wouldn't. The Airforce wouldn't.

But he felt so strongly about serving our country, that he kept trying. Finally, he was accepted into the Merchant Marines. During his service, his ship was torpedoed and he had to abandon it in shark-infested waters. Despite the chaos, he had the presence of mind to stop and grab his wallet, and because of that, he was able to help out his fellow soldiers when they got back to land (loan them money so they could get a hotel room, and eat and stuff).

I'm so proud of him and all others like him who give and have given of themselves selflessly. Thank you!

Monday, May 12, 2014

When You Have Nothing Left: On Soccer and Writing


So I started a soccer team. After watching my boys play, all the love for the game came rushing back until I couldn't stand it. I had to play. That's all there was to it.
 
There I am, circled. :)

My husband found an indoor soccer place with a women's league, and I convinced all my friends that they needed this in their lives. And it's kindof been awesome.

It doesn't matter that most of the women I play with have never played before. It doesn't matter that our team is terrible (if we can keep the other team to single digits, we feel pretty good!). We are out there taking a risk. Doing something different and having fun!

And being on the field has reminded why I love this sport so much. You have to dig deep, and run harder and faster than you think you can. Even when you have nothing left, you push yourself, because if you don't, you're not just letting yourself down, you're letting your teammates down.

The ball rolls free and it's a race. Muscles tense, you fly to beat your opponent. In that moment, you forget the ache, forget the scream in your lungs, because if the other team gets it, the opportunity is gone.

If you don't give it everything you have, you wind up like a puppet--yanked around while you, half-heartedly chase something you will never catch.

Writing is like this. As an author, you have to push yourself harder and dig deeper than you think is possible. It takes will power to make yourself sit in that chair and write. It takes focus to get those words from your brain onto paper.

And once it's down, that's only the beginning. Then you have to push yourself to find the story that's hiding in there. The one that wants to come out and shine if only you can dig deep enough. If only you can get past that voice that says it's too hard. Or that you aren't good enough. Or that your story's not good enough.

Push yourself! That ball is bouncing just out of reach, and if you don't give it your all, you will wind up chasing a dream that is always just out of reach. Always so close, but never in your grasp. Instead of shining, you become a shadow of what you could be.

We won't always win, but that doesn't matter. What matters is knowing you gave it your all. You gave it everything you had and then you gave more. You didn't quit. You focused. You conquered yourself and came out just a wee bit better.

And all those wee bits add up.

How do you push yourself?

Monday, May 5, 2014

Fun With License Plates

I don't know what it is, but April is akin to December at our house. Busy with all kinds of fun and crazy activities. I fully plan to tell you about my travels and the awesome writing conference I went to, but not today.

Today I wanted to share a little license plate fun.

First there was the one on the gray infiniti:


See it? In front of that white car? . . .

Okay, I was driving, and just couldn't get the picture, but this was the license plate:

NB3YOND
 
Awesome, no?
 
And then I saw this other gray car:
 



I don't know why it struck me as so funny, that the car wasn't pink. But now I need to know the story!
 
I ask this all the time, but I think the answer can change, so I ask it again: What would your personalized plate say today?