Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Good Morning Amazing!

By J.C. Lynne

Author's Note: I pushed my post about book series and reviews to December inspired by spreading good cheer! I hope you're all finding something to be joyful about. 

Good morning people. It’s the holiday week. I’ve mixed feelings about this particular group of holidays.

Sure, I love the ‘spirit’ of the season, when I can find it. I love gathering with friends. I do wait until after Turkey day to play the Yuletide tunes. 

My struggles with the holidays are twofold. I’m of Mexican and Native American Heritage, so it’s a fact my ancestors were decimated by European explorers.

For a long time, I called it Native American Decimation Day until my then fourth grader stomped home demanding we acted like ‘regular’ people. Shrug, not really my forte. 

I also struggle with Yule celebrations. Now hear me out before you light the torches and tote the pitchforks. Christmas wasn’t a Christian holiday. 

I’m not making it up. It’s a fact. Google it or Snopes it. It was pagan. 

I have no problem with Merry Christmas and the spirit of the season. I just would like to see the spirit of the season be the spirit of our day to day life. Okay, I’m off the soapbox. We can pick this up later if you want to chat over coffee.

If you are a regular reader, you know I’ve been abjured by my parents. If you have wonderful parents or if you’re missing deceased parents, I truly stand with you and celebrate your good fortune. I do occasionally worry about them and hope they’re all right, but I don't miss the stress.

That being said, I’ve jumped into the grace of the ‘season’ feet first and it started about October. I have been dancing through my days and sleeping pretty darn well. I did throw a post out there about my general happiness and it brought up an interesting thread. 

Here I was floating in the glory that is life and a long way down in the comments my friend Jake asked, "So we know what he can't do, how about what he would say you can't do?"

I chuckled and asked The Beard. "Run the table saw." That was his answer. I replied, "Run the table saw, which I could do but choose not to."

Jake said, "All I hear is whatever you can do I can do better."

That shift of banter took me for a loop. 

First off, The Beard is fully capable of making the bed. He thinks it's a waste of time. He rejects anything that drains his resources. I tease him because he's an engineer, enough said. 

Second, I don't run the table saw because I watched my paternal grandfather slice off three of his fingers in our driveway when I was a little kid. 

Table saws are the Christines of the mechanical world. I don't even like to walk by it in the garage if it's plugged in and sometimes even when it's not. 

I blew off the subtle slight (it is FB after all) and responded. "Hey, that was Miguel's answer. I let him deal with blood thirsty mechanical. I work hard to be amazing."

"Oooh, oookay. You go power woman."

Now I let the thread drop there. It's hard to pull nuance from emojis and straight text. I know Jake has  my back. He was one of the first to defend me to my family in the post-apocalyptic drama that was my renouncement. 

BUT .... see that? You did see that coming, right? I am amazing. We are, all of us, amazing. I used to tell my students, "I'm a rockstar teacher." They would roll their eyes and say, "You can't say that about yourself." 

It's true. I'm a rockstar teacher. If I wait for anyone else to say it, I'd be waiting a long time. We are conditioned to be humble. I read humble as meek. And honey, let me tell you, meek I ain't. I did meek and it didn't work out so well.

I've embraced my goddessness and anyone who knows me will tell you I'm not a braggart. I'm confident. I'm independent. I'm straight forward. 

Nurturing my aptitude doesn't automatically make me a b&*^%. This is a huge problem in our society. I'm comfortable in my skin and therefore others are discomfited by me. 

Not my problem. I endeavor to be a mirror that reflects the better person you have within you. My certainty, my spunk is never meant to serve as judgment of who you are or where you're at. 

I'm the first person to say when I screw up. Making mistakes isn't the end of the world. It's how we navigate. Now, I hope I'm making all brand new mistakes because repeating old mistakes is just boring. 

So if you see me bouncing to a silent soundtrack, grab my arm and let's do-si-do. Slow down. Don't freak out if it's the last one on the shelf. No need to push into what you think is the shortest line. And for goodness sake, remember we're all mucking about in the wide world. 

Would you want someone to laugh or sneer because you stumbled? Or would you hope they offered you a hand? I'll offer you a hand. Okay, I might laugh first, but not until you acknowledge you're hale and healthy.

Let's never mind the differences that separate us and always remember we are all innately, wonderfully flawed human beings. It's a choice. I make it everyday. I'm amazing. 

And in the words of Kid President ... You are AWESOME! 

From your blog admin and NCW Podcast host, Rich Keller: JC took some time to talk to me about independent publishing and cheese addiction on this week's edition of the NCW Podcast. You can hear it on iTunes, PodOmatic, or the show page at Northern Colorado Writers. No table saws were harmed in the recording of the episode.


Patricia Stoltey said...

I sympathize with your feelings about table saws, JC, because I have the same fear of the mandolin (the kind that slices tomatoes and fingers in one quick swipe). I bought one, then realized how sharp it was, learned a friend had seriously sliced her own finger, and then I promptly taped it up and put it away. It will probably end up in the trash someday (still taped to protect unsuspecting folks to who handle trash bags).

As for that do-si-do, you've reminded me of the square dances I enjoyed when I was young....all people would be a lot happier if they would just take up square dancing again.

JC Lynne said...

Right?! Some sharp objects are imbued with menace. Are you up and dancing yet?

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