Saying thank you for reminders

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Sometimes we all need a reminder.

 

My month, quite honestly, didn’t start out great. In retrospect, I’m kind of embarrassed what was getting me down. But I am going to touch on the reasons, with the confident belief that seeing my silly gripes in print will put them even more in perspective.

First, my phone. The bad news was that I washed it. The good was that it was insured. The bad was that the replacement phone didn’t work because it was reported stolen (so how could it be in my hand?). Three days, three trips to the AT&T store, a couple of calls to Apple and to AT&T, and another replacement phone later, the good news is that I am able to call and to receive calls.

Second — nah. Suffice to day my upcoming birthday was involved, and double suffice to say I continue to be reminded how blessed I am by each and every year.

But enough about my former gripes; instead, I’m here to remember my wonderful Wednesday.

It started with a note from shortyawards.com, telling me I’m a finalist in the social fitness category. I am incredibly honored, but what makes me especially tickled is that my colleague and friend Leslie Brenner nominated me for this.

Then I spent a fulfilling and downright fun couple of hours with members of the Dallas Kiwi Club. The group — in case your mother wasn’t one — is made up of current and former American Airlines flight attendants (or, in Mom’s case, stewardesses). They meet monthly for lunch, a speaker (me!) and also raise money for such worthwhile organizations as Patriot Paws.

I do not thrive in front of a group. Public speaking, as my dad would say, is not my thing (as it was his). But I said yes to this group because of the loose Mom connection (though she isn’t a member). Plus, at another group where I spoke last month (what’s gotten INTO me?!) a woman there asked if I would. Because the first group made me feel so comfortable I said yes….and would have stayed all day if I could have.

The women (and one man) were wonderful. And I, who had written down what I’d planned to say, hardly looked at my notes and couldn’t seem to stop talking. When I told them that I tend to be pretty quiet (as my colleagues would attest), they didn’t believe me. Yes, I’m laughing right now thinking about that, as well as how we all did yoga breathing, and how I did a few squats to show them how easy incorporating fitness into everyday life is.

Part 3 of my wonderful day was going out for pizza and wine with my yoga instructor and quickly-becoming-dear-friend Jill. She knows my birthday is next week and wanted to start my celebration early.

So there you have it. My reminder that while nonworking physical objects and irritating other things do get in the way of the who and what really matter, they only stay as long as we let them. So for that, and for the burst of energy that shoves them out of my psyche and makes room for the sunshine, The Grateful Runner says thank you.

 

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